Chapter 231: Revenge, burning and smashing, and the return of the undead.

"Warning! Warning!"

"Alien exodus! The alien is on the run! Vigilantes out, Vigilantes--"

The sound of the radio came to an abrupt halt, and then the majestic melody of the Internationale took its place.

A song so old that you can't help but laugh at it.

Through the broken floor-to-ceiling windows was a long, windowless corridor, the only way to get to the outside. There are a dozen or so machine rooms scattered along the corridor, and there are no windows to enter or exit the interior.

After confirming that the two dozen or so technicians still working had all been knocked down, the powerful girl crossed the corridor, made sure everyone had taken cover, and kicked the locked electronic door: "What a crap song, who ordered it!"

At that very moment, an alien teenager who manipulated iron matter clashed his fists together, and as far as the eye could see, all the iron matter instantly twisted and pieced together a huge dome shield, which gathered at the edge of the door panel that flew out.

Instantly, countless lead bullets dented the shield.

Thanks to this momentary block, the girl who kicked the door open was able to dodge and escape death.

A hot nosebleed dripped from the nose of the teenager who was manipulating the iron, and after wiping it away, he dodged into a nearby room and shouted, "It's a lead bullet! I can't help it!"

Chi Xiaochi replied, "There's always a way!"

Seventy-five supernatural powers, plus him, makes seventy-six.

There's always a way.

"Single and double!" Chi Xiaochi called.

Shan Shuang took a deep breath, "Yes!"

He poked his head out of one of the rooms and hastily scanned the row of guards outside, his eyes only flicking, all the guns in their hands falling to the ground!

As the men's hands went limp and their guns were discharged, a blaze of flame rose up in the hallway, like a dragon of fire, and spewed forth!

The lead bullet team, which had already been in disarray, was completely swept away this time, and screams rang out in all directions, with people on fire, rolling all over the ground in agony.

A girl who could harness fire stood in the center of the hallway, crimson flames coiled around her fingertips, her hair, and her chest.

She pressed her hands downward, creating a fireless path of life for the crowd, "Go!"

It was late afternoon, and by now it was already the mandated off-duty time, and the aliens had already gone to bed early, lying in one capsule after another with a look of near-peaceful numbness.

Many of the aliens had just gone to sleep when the crimson warning lights snapped on, the ear-piercing bells ringing in their ears--

"There's a shifter on the run!"

"A total of 76 aliens!"

"All aliens out! Retrieve the rebels!"

The hive-like dormitory area was thrown into a slight commotion as many of the shifters instinctively followed orders and sat up from their beds, waiting for the doors of their rooms to open en masse, while shifters in neighboring rooms talked to each other, asking what was going on.

Here, there are no walls between rooms.

This was done to prevent contraband, and the agency was encouraging shifters to spy on each other and snitch on each other.

Once the whistleblower is successful, the whistleblower gets a chance to visit his family, which is already considered a very generous reward.

A shifter sat up from his bed and looked across the railing to the opposite room.

The room across the hall had just been cleared, and the shifter remembered that the shifter, whose name was Lu Qingshu, was always flipping through a superhero comic book, and said that, while he now had the powers of a superhero, he could only be a gutter rat.

Just two days ago, he failed in his mission and died.

New personnel had not yet been filled in, and the agency had had a busy couple of days, so his belongings were still on the bed, unpacked.

The superhero comic book cover glinted abnormally in the flashing warning lights.

The alien looked at it for a moment, then suddenly closed his eyes and fell back onto the bed.

When the people in the next room saw him like this, they were busy greeting him, "Old Li. ...... Hey, hey! Old Li, what are you doing, you don't want to live?"

The alien known as "Old Li" let out a deep snore.

As if he understood something, the alien who had greeted him stared at him for a moment with strange eyes, and also fell back from the door, sat down on the bed, and, after a long silence, fell back to sleep.

When the "manager" hurriedly came to count the number of people ready to form a team, he found that these two people actually did not get up, so he took an iron bar and struck the railing fiercely: "What are you doing? Get up! Didn't you hear the alarm?"

The two lay on the bed, motionless, snoring like crazy.

The "mastermind" immediately activated a slight current as a warning.

The shifter next door held on hard, while Old Lee had a jolt and got up from the bed.

The "manager" waved a joystick and yelled out, "Don't you understand a word? Get up!"

Old Li silently watching him, violently threw his hand, his arm will be like rubber flying out of the air, in the "manager" neck wrapped a few, pulled back, "manager" forehead local sound knocked on the iron railing, blood flowed like a stream, fainted instantly.

Old Lee lay down and rolled over to sleep.

Another shifter next door yelled at him, "Are you crazy? If we don't get them back and they publicize what we've done here, we're done for! We'll become murderers! We-"

Old Lee clenched his fists.

Seventy-six Alter Egos ......

If, that is, they can get out ......

If only, they could publicize what's happening here ......

Old Li opened his eyes and said word by word, "I would rather go to squat outside prison, squat for 400 years or not, death penalty or not. At least it is better than living ...... like a person here."

It's not just Old Lee's place.

Similar small riots have occurred in a number of places, with constant friction between the aliens and the "masterminds", and occasional roars of anger and groans of electric shocks.

However, the "manager" did not dare to activate the anesthesia and poison injection functions so easily.

These people are only passive, not to the extent of a serious violation of the regulations; if they are killed, they cannot be accounted for, and if anesthetized, it is tantamount to a self-compromising war effort.

Not far from the dormitory area, the head of the "masterminds" hissed into the intercom, "Don't open the door! They're unstable!"

On the other side of the phone was the anxious voice of the head of the Emergency Response Department, "If we don't open the door, are we going to let those aliens run away?!"

"I don't know how many revolting aliens there will be if I open the door! If this side falls into a riot as well, it's over!"

The minister's roar trembled to the point of losing its pitch, "Then let that group escape? If we let them escape, we'll be in big trouble too!"

The two phases stalled, and the Chief Chief hung up his comms, sweeping his gaze over the faces in the steel cage.

Some lay in bed and faked sleep, and it was obvious at first glance that they didn't want to go out at all.

Some people watch others fooling around with a numb look on their face and wonder what they're thinking.

Some look like they're genuinely angry and volunteering to catch the defectors, but how do you know this isn't their chance to get out?

It's a face that looks so suspicious.

The chief executive had an unbearable headache and scratched his hair in annoyance.

To release, or not to release?

With a few hesitations, the best time has been lost.

He stomped his foot angrily a few times as if venting, and finally let out a long, hopeless sigh.

...... is finished.

This time, it might really be a big mess.

On the other side, the aliens who had rushed out all the way against the Internationale cleared all the human guards along the way.

The occasional small detachment of xenos that they encountered was also bulldozed by this flood of seventy-five people.

...... There has never been a savior or a divine emperor.

As the line is sung, an alien guarding the window is crushed to the ground by Chi Xiaochi's air.

The window was broken and the shifters came out one by one.

Outside, the weather was nasty, pouring rain, as if the sky had been shattered in a gash, and splashes of lightning ripped through, snow-white and brilliantly purple, and it was frightening to look at.

Not like in that virtual world of consciousness, where it's clear and cloudless, all year round, with tile blue skies and clear clouds that are so fake it's sickening.

The shifters landed their feet in the scanty muddy water and darted forward.

The rain that pours into your mouth.

The teenager who was able to manipulate the radio had switched the song to the next one called 'Fearless' purely in a slightly depressing tone with a tight tempo that harmonized with the speed of their steps.

In the pouring rain, Chi Xiaochi carried the unconscious Zhao Rou on his back and asked Lou Ying in a loud voice, "Is the tracking function of the collar still on?"

Lou Ying shouted to Chi Xiaochi, ''Don't worry! These collars, unlike the official collars, are unapproved, and only ...... surviving Alterans will be declared upwards for registration and replaced with official collars to become their slaves - these unofficial collars can only be used within the organization, and cannot be be remotely controlled! As soon as they leave the range, they are useless!"

Chi Xiaochi's body was drenched in rainwater, and all the depression, anger, and fire from the past few days were doused by a handful of rainwater!

They were one two-story high electric grid away from freedom!

The dozen or so humans tending the grid stood above, guns in hand, trying to strafe it.

Single double single-legged step out, slightly crouched down, angrily bellowed, their hands of firearms should fall down, an alien with the ability to insulate the hands of the power grid, instantly catalyzed the ability, within a three-foot radius of the electric current will be blocked out, that the forceful young girl's hands protect the front of the face, violently rushed forward-

With a loud bang, the power grid was knocked out with a huge gash.

The crowd went forward and ran to that escape pass.

There were also people who actually did not escape in the first place.

There were about a dozen of them, and they directed their eyes to a huge statue not far from the escape.

That's the statue of the institution.

A God who holds the scales and represents just judgment.

Everyone who has been institutionalized has seen this statue in their desperate struggles and hisses.

This statue is placed all over the institution. In the "capsule", there is a statue in relief; in the electroshock chamber, there is a scaled-down statue; in the middle of the playground, there is this huge statue.

The gods who symbolize education and fairness stare at them coldly, never once reaching out to help.

...... as if they were born guilty.

The massive statue was toppled to the ground and smashed to pieces by a dozen or so enraged shifters to the magnificent female chant from Fearless.

Among them was the fire woman.

The fire in the fire woman's body can hardly be quenched by any rain.

She stepped on the shattered head of the statue, looked down at it coldly for a moment, and kicked the head away.

And Chi Xiaochi, after drilling out of the grid, took out the locking spirit bottle that held countless shattered souls.

In the pouring rain, he whispered, "Go back."

"Go back to see your loved ones, kill your enemies, whatever you want. The information you want, I have it, and I will give it to you."

"But there is very little you can do. You have only some of your energy left, and no body to carry it in, and there's a chance you'll dissipate halfway through. Do what you think is worth doing, and don't waste your last moments."

With that, he opened the bottle.

Countless firefly-like broken spirits struggled out of the bottle, mayfly-like, and drifted away on the wind.

Some completely collapsed just as they met the cold rain, some were like meteors and disappeared in an instant, and some even took on human form, hastily bowed to Chi Xiaochi, and then dissipated into the wind.

At least, they die in this human world.

......

A middle-aged man walks up to the door of a familiar home and as he reaches out to knock, his fingertips pass through the security door.

He sighed slightly and stepped inside.

The window was left open, and the wind ruffled the curtains and the little wind chimes hanging from the window.

The man went upstairs and watched his sleeping son.

Three years later, a photo of the two of them from the first time he took his son to a baseball game still sits on his son's bed, but there's an extra guitar, presumably a new hobby.

His son was sleeping so soundly that the man didn't dare to do anything more than touch his hand.

If it wasn't for the fear that his son would be discriminated against at school, he wouldn't have hidden his identity as a shifter.

He let out a small sigh, the regret in his heart, though there was one, had faded a lot.

He went to his wife's room.

There was already a new pair of men's slippers by his wife's bed, and the wedding picture on the wall had been changed.

She lay in her new husband's arms, her brow furrowed lightly, tears in the corners of her eyes, wondering if she was dreaming of her husband, who had been pronounced dead three years ago.

The man stood still in front of the bed for a while before it dawned on him that this might scare his wife, and he was so busy taking a few steps backwards that half of his body was embedded in the wall.

He raised his hand, looking despondent.

When he was escorted into the institution, his wedding square ring had been on his hand for ten years or so, and could not be faded with soap and water, so he was allowed to wear it into the institution.

Now, as a conscious being, he managed to shed the ring on his hand.

He came back this time to return it.

He placed the ring gently on the nightstand, kissed it silently and wordlessly, and was careful not to touch the wife who was no longer his.

After doing everything, he chose to leave.

The man standing on the street looked back at the house that could be called "home", bowed deeply, and then disappeared under the streetlight, like a melted shadow.

And the ring he had placed on his bedside table disappeared with him without a trace.

......

Another shadow, also standing in front of a bed.

In front of the bed lay her brother, a ten year old.

In his arms he held a teddy bear she had given him for his birthday two years ago.

At the time, he argued that he didn't want such a girly gift, he wanted Legos, and was so angry that she didn't talk to him for two days.

On the third day, her powers awakened.

She gently stroked her brother's little curls and left his room, going to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife.

She carried the knife and took a step toward the other room, her ears filled with the chaos of that day when the agency came to arrest her.

"Brother! Daddy, Mommy, help me, help me-"

"You guys don't take my sister! My sister is good, she's good to everyone, she won't harm anyone, uncle and auntie I promise you okay, I beg you, don't take my sister away ......"

"Brother, let go! This one says it's not good to infect! Infect her, then infect you, mom don't want to live ah."

"His mom, carry his brother away! A few of you, my daughter is in your hands, she has been rebellious since she was young, and we have a headache, if she has supernatural powers, we don't know how much trouble she'll cause! If she doesn't listen, just feel free to teach her a lesson, beat or scold her, it's all up to you guys."

At the moment, the girl stood in front of the door to her parents' room, stood still for a moment, and entered the room.

......

On the other side, a man who had just exited the live room fell to the ground, his face full of fear, his body shaking violently like a pendulum, and the spilled coke flowed viscously all over the ground.

A 24 or 5 year old woman with a pretty face stood in front of him, her eyebrows with ghost-like winks, "Do you remember me."

The man's legs were shaking, "I don't ...... how did you get in here ......"

The woman crouched in front of him, "You don't remember, but I remember your ID, and I'll remember it until I die."

"You said to the shifter who killed me, come all the way, day her, what are you waiting for."

"Someone called you out and said you were sick."

"Her blood, you say, it's not like she can splash me. Dead is dead, isn't it?"

A desperate whimper escaped the man's throat.

"So here I am." The woman said slowly, "How do you want to die?"

"...... I'll let you choose."

All of this happened in the next short night.

And Chi Xiaochi is still outside the organization, unable to predict the story that is about to unfold in all corners of the world.

He spat out the rainwater in his mouth and put the spirit locking bottle away, "Is this good or bad."

Lou Ying said, "That's their business. We still have our mission."

The two said in unison, "Jiao Qingguang."

When he said that, both of them laughed instead.

Lou Ying : "Are we going to find him?"

Chi Xiaochi looked at the sky, "Let's wait until dawn. By the time it's light, our full video will be released all over the intranet and extranet, and he'll naturally know."