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"Missile!" Su Yueming stared at the incoming warhead with panic flashing in her eyes.
"So it was a missile," Jack muttered, then abruptly hurled Su Yueming aside. "Don't worry, woman. I've got this."
Su Yueming let out a cry as she was flung through the air. Her eyes widened in shock as she watched the missile crash directly into Jack's body.
Boom!
Flames erupted violently, and a powerful shockwave surged in every direction. Unprepared personnel and equipment were blasted away, tumbling and crashing chaotically.
Harold and Joyce scrambled to their feet after being knocked over. Su Yueming had rolled seven or eight times before finally collapsing, dizzy and injured from the impact.
Gazing at the raging flames and thick smoke ahead, Joyce shouted, "Yatingjie! This is KSI headquarters! How the hell did you let someone fire a missile here?"
"Brother," Harold replied darkly, "that big-timer is unstable. He's a massive threat to us. As long as he's dead, our plans can proceed without hindrance."
"What about Su?" Joyce barked. "Were you planning to kill her too?"
Harold glanced at Su Yueming, who was slowly getting up. "She looks fine, doesn't she?"
"If anything had happened to her, our entire partnership would've gone up in flames," Joyce said sharply. He rushed over. "Su, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Su Yueming replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Your people are seriously wild. If he hadn't thrown me out of the way, I'd be a pile of meat paste right now."
"My dear Su, don't be angry. When you're upset, I just don't know what to do with myself," Joyce simpered like a loyal hound.
Su Yueming stared at the burning wreckage ahead. "Is he… dead?"
Everyone turned toward the smoke, stunned.
"With that kind of explosion? He has to be."
"Serves him right," Joyce muttered, his fists clenched. "He killed Wembley and tried to use our KSI. Despicable."
Su Yueming's eyes flickered with a complex emotion. "But… he did throw me out of the way at the last second."
"A huge crater!" a KSI employee shouted, pointing ahead as the smoke began to clear.
The blackened pit left by the missile slowly came into view. It was wide and deep, a brutal scar in the earth.
"Go check it out," Harold ordered one of the nearby agents.
"Yes, sir," the agent nodded and cautiously approached the pit.
He peered over the edge, then suddenly shouted, "He's down there! There's a massive hole in his chest! He's dead!"
"Hahaha!" Harold laughed triumphantly and strode forward, with the others following behind curiously.
When they saw Jack lying at the bottom, mouths dropped. His chest had a gaping hole from the missile strike, and his entire body looked charred like overcooked meat.
"No way he's alive after that," Su Yueming murmured, shaking her head.
"Look at the bones around his chest. That silver-white shine—human bones aren't that color," one of the KSI staff remarked.
Joyce's face twisted with disbelief. "Wait… did he actually succeed in merging? Quick! Retrieve the body. We must study it."
Harold signaled to an agent, who leapt into the pit, weapon in hand, and approached Jack's body.
The agent crouched down, eyes narrowing. For a split second, he thought he saw the body twitch. He blinked and rubbed his eyes.
"What are you doing? Get him out of there already!" Harold shouted.
"Yes, sir!" the agent replied, shaking his head. Must've imagined it. No way anyone survives that kind of blast.
He reached for Jack's arms to lift him up—then froze.
His eyes widened in shock as a blur of movement flashed before him. A sharp pain hit his neck, and a tremendous force crushed down on him.
"God, that hurt," Jack groaned, eyes opening slowly. He stood up with his hand clamped around the agent's neck.
"The corpse is moving!" a KSI employee screamed.
Panic erupted. Some dropped to the ground in terror; most fled, screaming, watching from a safe distance.
"No… impossible," Harold stammered. "Why aren't you dead?!"
"This is beyond belief!" Joyce exclaimed, eyes glittering with greed. "We must research this—there's too much to learn."
Su Yueming frowned faintly, a strange relief washing over her. She didn't know why, but deep down, she hadn't wanted him to die like that. Still, it shocked her to see Jack alive after taking a direct missile hit.
Jack snapped the agent's neck like a twig, tossing the corpse aside with casual contempt. "What's with the long faces? If your turtle-son isn't dead, why would your father be?"
He leapt out of the pit effortlessly. Harold, Joyce, and the others immediately retreated a dozen meters. Only Su Yueming remained still, observing coldly.
Jack glanced down at the hole in his chest. "Seriously, even I didn't expect this to turn out so well."
"What kind of sick joke is this?" Harold yelled.
"Call your mommy," Jack grinned devilishly. "Daddy's pissed now, and it's time someone taught you brats a lesson."
"What are you planning to do?"
"Relax. I'm not going to kill you. Not yet." Jack laughed wildly and raised his arms.
Su Yueming's pupils contracted. She saw pale red particles start forming around the gaping hole in his chest. The tiny orbs danced and shimmered with life.
"What the hell is that?" Joyce gasped, adjusting his glasses.
"No way…" Harold muttered, stunned along with the rest of the agents.
The KSI personnel watching from afar were speechless.
"He's regenerating! Those particles—what are they?"
As the strange particles repaired his body, the massive hole in Jack's chest gradually vanished.
"His skin's still charred," someone noted.
Jack's blackened flesh began to ripple like water, layers of it flaking away like paper in the wind.