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Upon hearing the order, the group quickly split into two teams and rushed towards the staircases on either side.

The assault on the left went smoothly, and everyone quickly reached the second floor.

However, the right side didn't go so well. For inexplicable reasons, a group of people started dancing in place, then tumbled down the stairs in a chaotic heap. The guns in their hands all slipped loose and fell to the ground.

They had been shocked, but the attacker was worried that too much energy would kill them, so it was just a light tap.

Before anyone could pick up the guns on the ground, they instantly flew up, then were dismantled, turning into parts that clattered back down.

Without their guns, this team became lambs to the slaughter. Several mutated individuals suddenly rushed out and quickly subdued them all.

At the same time, things weren't going any better on the second floor.

Several mutated individuals put on the combat uniforms they had stripped off and charged directly into the crowd, with predictable results.

Zongzhen Yue was anxiously waiting outside when, suddenly, over a hundred people emerged one after another, looking disheveled and dejected. Seeing this, he knew it was over, they had been utterly defeated.

The enemy hadn't lost a single person, while his side was completely wiped out, all in under 20 minutes.

Before long, Shen Wengang also came out with his Dark Night Squad, some of them carrying the combat uniforms they had just captured.

"Commander, sorry, didn't quite get the measure of it," Shen Wengang said with a smile.

Zongzhen Yue's face was ashen.

What a disgrace! He had carefully selected 200 soldiers, only to be defeated by a dozen or so greenhorns!

If word got out, he wouldn't have anywhere to put his face.

"Tiangang, I'm very curious, what exactly is so special about you mutated individuals?" Zongzhen Yue asked, sounding both impressed and inquisitive.

"Qianluo, give Commander Zong a demonstration, but be mindful of your strength," Shen Wengang instructed Luo'er, who was standing beside him.

"Yes, sir!" Luo'er responded crisply.

Shen Wengang chose Luo'er for the demonstration for a reason: first, Luo'er was the earliest mutated individual, and after two months of training, her strength was also the greatest; second, Luo'er's mental control had a very strong visual impact, making it the most 'educational'.

Luo'er took a step forward, bent her legs slightly, and held her hands out in a lifting gesture.

Zongzhen Yue was just about to ask what she was planning to do when the next scene completely stunned him.

A large pile of machine gun parts, pushed out by two soldiers on a cart, flew out of the cart one by one, forming a long dragon, flying back and forth above the crowd.

Sometimes they formed the Chinese character for 'person,' sometimes the Chinese character for 'one'.

Finally, they flew back into the cart one after another.

After finishing, Luo'er gave Commander Zong and Shen Wengang a military salute each and walked back.

"This, this, this… is this a special ability?" Zongzhen Yue looked at the spectacular scene, dumbfounded.

"Something like that!" Shen Wengang replied.

"Is this the strength of a mutated individual?" Zongzhen Yue asked.

"Each mutated individual's strength is different, with its own advantages and disadvantages," Shen Wengang explained truthfully.

"Too powerful, truly too powerful," Zongzhen Yue exclaimed.

At this moment, Zongzhen Yue was like a hillbilly who had never seen the world.

"Commander Zong, someone once said that the battles of the future will be battles of mutated individuals. I believe this statement is very accurate," Shen Wengang said pointedly.

He was hinting to Zongzhen Yue that it was time to pay attention to mutated individuals.

"Although mutated individuals are very powerful, they also have limitations," Zongzhen Yue still disagreed with this point.

"Oh? I would be glad to hear Commander Zong's teachings," Shen Wengang said humbly.

"There are too few mutated individuals, one in ten thousand is hard to find. There are too few such people to influence the overall situation," Zongzhen Yue stated his view.

This was also the view of most senior generals in the military.

With the strength of the entire country, it might be possible to find ten or twenty mutated individuals. But what use could ten or twenty people be? Wouldn't they still have to rely on the vast number of ordinary soldiers?

"Not necessarily. Commander Zong, I might as well tell you that I did not become a mutated individual after being infected," Shen Wengang said.

This was the order that Dongfang Chen had just given: reveal the existence of the vaccine to Zongzhen Yue and point to Yan Fangfang as the provider of the vaccine.

"Oh? I don't quite understand," Zongzhen Yue frowned, not understanding the meaning behind this.

"What I mean is, if there were a potion…" Shen Wengang only said half a sentence and didn't continue.

"You mean, there is a potion that can turn people into mutated individuals?" Zongzhen Yue roughly understood the meaning.

"Correct!" Shen Wengang replied.

"What? Is there really such a thing?" Zongzhen Yue was shocked.

If that were the case, wouldn't it be possible to mass-produce mutated individuals?

"Whether or not there is, you can find out by asking one person," Shen Wengang whispered cryptically.

"Who?" Zongzhen Yue asked quietly.

"Commander Yan of the Southwest Military Region," Shen Wengang said.

"Damn it! That kid was hiding something from me!" Zongzhen Yue gritted his teeth in hatred.

He had just returned from the Southwest Military Region, and Yan Zhengping hadn't revealed a word to him.

No, he had to go find him!

Shen Wengang looked at Zongzhen Yue, who was leaving in a flurry, and smiled knowingly.

Then, through his digital pupils, he sent a message to Dongfang Chen: Done!

Shuchuan Province, Yun City, Headquarters of the Southwest Military Region.

"Old Yan, Old Yan! Get your ass out here!" Zongzhen Yue shouted as soon as he entered the headquarters office building.