He heard Lu Feng ask in a cold voice, “Where is the sample?”

An Zhe couldn’t answer this question. It was just that the tone and power of the Judge were more frightening than the electrocution. He bit his lip tightly before finally saying, “I ate it… it is no more.”

Lu Feng’s fingers touched his belly, pressing down gently. Through the layer of fabric, the touch was clear and horrible. An Zhe was numb with terror and he realized that if Lu Feng knew the spore could still be taken out, this person wouldn’t hesitate to dissect An Zhe’s body, just like he cut the mycelium with a knife six months ago.

An Zhe had no way to think. His mind was blank and he could only watch Lu Feng. Under the moonlight and firelight, the colonel’s face was expressionless. His thin and cold eyebrows and dark green eyes didn’t show any emotion or even a trace of temperature. There were no fluctuations and this person would always be flawless, cold and ruthless.

An Zhe was gasping lightly. He had originally hidden Lu Feng’s gun behind him and continued to quietly push back, trying to hide it even more. In any case, without a gun, Lu Feng couldn’t… couldn’t do anything to him.

However, such an action allowed Lu Feng to discover the existence of the gun. He stared at it and his actions were incredible, not tolerating the slightest resistance. One hand held An Zhe firmly while the other hand quickly grabbed the gun.

An Zhe gasped violently, struggling desperately to resist.

Bang!

A shot rang out.

An Zhe’s mind was blank for a moment. Then he found that he was still alive. He heard the distant sound of a heavy object falling, accompanied by a monster’s howl. He turned his head and saw a lizard monster had been attacked by Lu Feng. It struggled before falling down.

An Zhe was cold all over. He knew that in this world, he and that monster were the same type and that he and Lu Feng were eternal enemies. They could never reconcile.

At this moment, intermittent and distorted sounds were once again heard from Lu Feng’s communicator. “Everyone… United Front Centre calling… 03 fighter, please respond…”

Lu Feng’s cold voice answered the call. “PJ103 has received the call. The strike aircraft has crashed and the pilot is confirmed dead.”

“Please… task progress… send… coordinates.”

The sound was becoming more distorted and intermittent. If it wasn’t a problem with the communicator then it was clear that the communication network in the wild had collapsed again. In the words of the mercenary teams during that month An Zhe spent in the outer city, the signals in the field were never good.

He listened to Lu Feng saying, “The target is under control.”

“…Order, confirm… the type of mutation, lost… clues… kill. Please—”