Chapter 108: Kamen Rider p2
Shrapnel from the grenade had ripped a long gash across his abdomen. His neatly combed hair was now disheveled, covering his left eye.
“Big Brother,” groaning, raised his rifle, but a bone spike whip, faster than his movements, sliced through the air, severing his hand and the rifle in one swift motion.
It was the man in the maid outfit.
A barbed bone spike whip, similar to Mask’s bone chain hook, but more flexible, extended from his palm.
“Now, now, no need for roughhousing, sweetie~” He sashayed towards “Big Brother,” his hips swaying, the bone whip trailing behind him, and gently lifted the man’s chin with a finger. “Although… I wouldn’t mind a little roughhousing later… from you~”
“Fuck you…” The man jerked his head away, stumbling backward.
He quickly assessed his men; most were injured from the explosion, groaning on the ground.
“Fuck…”
He gritted his teeth, blood trickling from his gums.
Their camp had few Awakened; he had personally trained these snipers and spotters; the only other Awakened was the young woman injured in the car crash.
And now, they couldn’t even fight back.
The difference between D-rank and C-rank was too great.
“Why did you run, sweetie…?” The man in the maid outfit retracted his bone whip, a look of mock concern. “That must have hurt…”
He walked towards “Big Brother,” took the cigarette from his mouth, and took a drag, his left hand casually groping the man’s groin, his hips swaying suggestively.
A 1.9-meter tall, muscular man, acting like… well, like a giddy schoolgirl.
“Come with me, handsome~” He leaned closer, his eyes half-closed. “I like your beard… and your eyes… Hmm… step on me…”
“Big Brother” clenched his remaining hand, his fingernails digging into his palm.
After a few deep breaths, he seemed to make up his mind. “Let them go… and I’ll go with you,” he said.
“Let them go? Of course…” The man in the maid outfit started to agree excitedly, then a look of mock distress appeared on his face. “But the Boss gave us a kill order, no survivors…”
Suddenly, an idea. He snapped his fingers, tapping his foot. “Then why don’t you all just join us? If you join the Voodoo Cult, you won’t be a Guangdong camp anymore~”
“How about it? Join us~ hubby~~~”
As he leaned closer, “Big Brother” snapped his fingers with his remaining hand.
“Bang—”
“Shhh—”
“Boom—”
A grenade flew through the air, exploding behind the man in the maid outfit. A bullet hit his forehead, lodging itself in the bone.
And several smoke and flashbang grenades detonated among the Voodoo Cult members.
“Fucking… tranny!” “Big Brother” kicked the stunned man, sending him flying into the smoke.
“Scatter! Scatter! Scatter!!!” He yelled, picked up a rifle from the ground, and ran towards a nearby building.
He stepped onto the roof of a jeep, jumped towards a second-floor window, and tumbled inside.
His teammates, having received the signal, followed, rolling and leaping, expertly disappearing into the surrounding buildings.
They weren’t stupid enough to trust the Voodoo Cult.
“Well, well… how… exciting~” The man in the maid outfit slowly got up, ignoring the bullet in his forehead, and looked towards the window where “Big Brother” had disappeared.
“Kill the rest,” he said coldly, then, flicking his wrist, his bone whip shot out, hooking onto the second-floor windowsill and pulling him upwards.
“Thump—”
He landed on the windowsill, smiling down at “Big Brother,” who was sitting on the floor, still stunned.
“Darling~ have you chosen your room yet?”
He taunted, then noticed something was wrong.
The camp leader’s gaze wasn’t… focused on him.
He wasn’t afraid!
He looked to the side and saw several thick, vertical bone spikes, surrounded by countless thinner ones.
Following the spikes upwards, he saw a massive, half-skull, almost touching the ceiling, looking down at him.
The two halves of its jaw, like a flytrap, clicked slightly, as if in greeting.
Holy… fucking… shit…
A… a zombie…?
It had been hiding here the entire time?!
“Fuck—”
Before he could even finish the curse, or jump back, a bone spike erupted from the wall beside him.
“Boom—”
The barbed bone chain, trailing a chain, burst through the wall, piercing his chest and pulling him inside.
“Crash—”
His body, dragged through the shattered wall, debris and dust flying, the commotion attracting everyone’s attention.
Their vision was obscured by the dust, but “Big Brother,” inside, had a clear view.
His jaw dropped, he stared in disbelief, even forgetting to close his mouth as dust filled it, forgetting to escape.
He saw the white head drag the man’s body towards it, the bone chain taut.
“Crack—”
The two bone mandibles, like shears, neatly severed the man’s head, then gently placed it on the half-skull.
He heard the crunching of bones, felt something burrowing into the man’s body.
The six thick bone spikes on the creature shifted to the man’s back, like a trailing cape.
The thinner bone spikes made the “cape” even more elaborate.
No, not a cape, but a massive Predator skull, the human head replaced by a woman’s half-skull, the massive jawbones framing it like shoulder pads.
And to his horror, the headless Voodoo Cult warrior raised its right hand, flexing its fingers, as if getting used to the body.
What the fuck is that monster?!
Suddenly, he remembered what his men had reported seeing on the rooftops a few days ago… that white thing… could it be…?
It… it held a grudge? It had been shot and had been waiting here ever since?!
Just as he finally reacted, raising his rifle, the Voodoo Cult warrior, now clad in bone armor, turned, its back, a mass of bone spikes, facing him.
“Haaa—”
He raised his severed arm defensively, but the monstrous figure simply jumped from the second floor.
“Thump—”
Watching the dust settle below, he trembled.
What… what kind of monster was that?
A C-rank Awakened, killed so easily, without even a chance to fight back?
And now what was it going to do…?
“AAAAH—”
“Holy shit—”
“Boss?!”
Screams and shouts from below snapped him out of his stupor.
“Fuck…”
His men were still down there…
Fighting the dizziness from blood loss, he raised his rifle, crawled to the broken wall, and aimed at the scene below.
He lay prone on the sharp debris, ignoring the pain, his vision blurring as he focused.
But then, his cheek, pressed against the rifle stock, lifted, his gaze shifting from the scope.
The monster below was slaughtering the Voodoo Cult members with methods he couldn’t even comprehend.
Its bone spikes extended and retracted, impaling anyone they touched and dragging them towards it.
And the body it controlled was also attacking with its bone whip… It could even use the controlled zombie’s ability!
His impaled subordinates, their spines connected to the bone spikes, raised their rifles and fired at their former comrades, their eyes vacant, lifeless puppets. They weren’t even zombies anymore!
The monster was controlling their corpses!
The Voodoo Cult members, originally in seven vehicles, didn’t last even two minutes.
After the last one fell, “Big Brother” finally recovered slightly.
The massacre had crushed his spirit; he had no will to fight, and even if he did, it was futile.
But strangely, after killing everyone, the monstrous figure stopped its slaughter.
It… it was looting the Voodoo Cult vehicles?
Looting?
It…
Was controlled by an Awakened?
Its meticulous scavenging, not wasting a single blood crystal, suggested an Awakened controller.
But he remained silent, as did the other survivors hidden in the surrounding buildings, all witnesses to the carnage.
They were all afraid of attracting the monster’s attention.
He watched as it finished looting, abandoned the muscular body it had been controlling, and crawled to a Voodoo Cult SUV with its roof cut off.
It climbed inside and began… fiddling with something.
He watched for a while and realized what it was doing.
It was trying to… start the car?
“Old Bai! Old Bai!” he called out.
“Boss? What’s wrong?” Old Bai’s voice came from another building.
“Hurry, help it start the car!”
“What?”
“Just do it!”
“Uh… okay.”
Old Bai seemed hesitant, but ultimately, he trusted his boss.
Their boss wasn’t the type to abandon their teammates.
The middle-aged man, Old Bai, cautiously approached the SUV.
He avoided looking at the monstrous figure, keeping his eyes on the interior of the vehicle.
“First… turn the key… yes, and then put it in gear… up, up… yes…”
“Yes, that’s right… no, no… yes, that’s right… oops, no…”
Following Old Bai’s instructions, the monstrous zombie quickly started the SUV, slammed on the gas, and sped off.
Fortunately, it knew how to steer, narrowly avoiding the wrecked vehicles as it drove away.
And the zombie… hadn’t spoken a single word, like a silent Kamen Rider.
After a while, the survivors emerged from their hiding places, looking at each other.
Then they remembered their injured leader.
“Boss!”
“Quick, quick, help the injured!”
“Search the Voodoo Cult’s vehicles! Disable their radios and tracking devices…”
“And get some medicine…”
They quickly regrouped, treating the injured and preparing their vehicles, ready to evacuate Xin City.
Meanwhile, Lin Jiayao had driven the SUV straight into a pedestrian mall, her designated extraction point.
“Crash—”
The SUV was totaled. Her first driving experience hadn’t been very successful.
But she had reached the extraction point with time to spare.
【Extracting: 7.3】
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