"Bang!"
Mo Wen's body flew like a kite with a broken string, Gin's punch sending him crashing into a metal cabinet. The stainless steel cabinet deformed violently, emitting a harsh"clang!"
He slid to the ground, trembling, blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth. He tried to stand, but his knees couldn't support him. His chest heaved like a broken bellows, each breath a struggle on the edge of a knife.
Dr. Chan's heart sank, feeling a pang of sorrow for Mo Wen's fate.
He thought sadly,"It's over... Mo Wen is finished!"
No matter how smart or resilient this young man was, he was still flesh and blood. How could he withstand such violence, almost beyond human limits?
Gin hadn't even used his full strength.
Dr. Chan gripped the steel pipe tightly, ready to charge at Gin with all his might. He was in a higher position, perhaps giving him a chance to launch a surprise attack. But the odds of success... were they even 1%? He couldn't be sure.
"Bang—bang bang bang!"
At that moment, the ice bombs in front of the metal cabinet finally couldn't withstand the intense vibrations and exploded one after another. The glass and metal, cooled by liquid nitrogen, shattered, creating a deadly storm of ice blades, screws, and glass shards, all hurtling towards Gin's position.
Dr. Chan admired Mo Wen's skill in making these basic ice bombs. Using water pipes, screws, and a few laboratory glass bottles, he expertly filled them with fire sprinkler water, sealed the bottles, and placed them in the low-temperature stream of liquid nitrogen, arranging them in front of the metal cabinet. This way, the explosion would create a forward-facing fan of destruction.
Water rapidly froze in the ultra-low temperature environment, expanding dramatically, trapped in the hard glass bottles and pipes, forming extremely dangerous high-pressure ice bombs. These devices were highly unstable, requiring only slight vibrations to explode violently, creating a storm of lethal ice blades.
In just a few seconds, the ice bombs were complete.
Under intense vibrations, the bombs exploded prematurely, creating a massive chain reaction. The released ice blades formed a deadly frost storm, sweeping through the entire cold tool room. Sharp ice spikes flew like blades, piercing everything in their path. Blood splattered on the frozen ice, blooming into eerie and shocking red flowers.
But Gin didn't even flinch.
As the ice blade storm approached, he grabbed a nearby, unresponsive subordinate and pushed him in front of himself without hesitation.
"Thud thud thud—!"
Ice spikes and metal shards rained into the mercenary's body, the sharp ice spikes and nails piercing his combat suit, riddling his chest and limbs with holes. Blood splattered, like a crimson flower blooming in the cold mist.
The mercenary didn't even have time to scream before the sudden death engulfed him. His body convulsed violently, then fell silent, becoming a bloody shield in front of Gin.
Dr. Chan's heart tightened."This guy... doesn't care about his comrades' lives at all!"
Gin stood behind the corpse, his face expressionless. The ice blade storm howled past, piercing the already stiff body and leaving various wounds on him, but avoiding vital areas.
Blood dripped slowly from the corpse, splashing on Gin's boots, but he didn't even glance down.
"Boring."
Gin's voice was low, as if the person who had just died in front of him wasn't a living being but a discarded tool.
Dr. Chan gripped the steel pipe, his palms soaked with cold sweat.
Hope... was completely shattered.
He knew what kind of person they were facing—a cold, powerful, merciless fighting machine.
"Gin... can't possibly lose."
But even so, he knew he had to act now. If he didn't move, there would be no more chances.
"Now!" Dr. Chan mustered his courage and jumped down.
As Gin's thoughts were still forming, he instinctively sensed a heavy wind from above!
Gin snorted, relying on his combat instincts to roll away, avoiding the attack while swiftly drawing his high-frequency knife and throwing it at the shadow—
"Thud!"
Blood splattered, and Dr. Chan let out a muffled groan, losing his balance and crashing to the cold, hard ground. The fierce knife had cut a deep gash in his waist, continuing its trajectory to an unknown destination.
Dr. Chan felt a moment of relief, having worn a colleague's oversized lab coat to disguise his figure, which unexpectedly saved his life. But before he could get up, Gin pounced like a hunting beast, his large hand locking around Dr. Chan's throat like lightning.
"This old guy is relentless, won't stop until he kills me!" he cursed inwardly.
A wave of suffocation hit him, the air in his throat rapidly being squeezed out. The veins on his face bulged from lack of oxygen. He desperately tried to pry Gin's iron grip from his neck, but the difference in strength was too great.
"Futile resistance," Gin's voice was cold, his grip tightening. The suffocation washed over Dr. Chan like a tide. He struggled, but couldn't budge the iron grip.
His consciousness began to slip into the abyss.
Even on the brink of death, Dr. Chan saw a flicker of pain on Gin's face. The wounds from the ice blades still bled, each small movement causing him intense pain.
This might be the only chance.
"Your butt!"
Dr. Chan mustered his last bit of strength and kicked Gin's butt.
Normally, this kick would be insignificant, but Gin's body was already at its limit. The pain finally caused a momentary pause in his actions.
But that moment wasn't enough.
Gin only trembled slightly before tightening his grip again, crushing Dr. Chan's hope.
At that moment, a black cable suddenly looped around Gin's neck from behind, tightening quickly.
Mo Wen!
The young man, who had been nearly incapacitated minutes ago, now stood, gripping the cable tightly. The cable tightened around Gin's throat, emitting a harsh"squeak."
Gin's face began to redden, but his movements remained calm and precise. He inserted a finger inside the cable, creating a small breathing space.
Even surrounded, he maintained control.
"Grab his legs!" Mo Wen's voice rang out in the mist.
Dr. Chan, almost reflexively, lunged forward, grabbing Gin's legs and pulling with all his might.
But Gin's reaction was swift. He retracted his legs, twisting them around Dr. Chan's neck, turning defense into offense. Simultaneously, he reached back, his fingers like claws, aiming for Mo Wen's throat.
Mo Wen gritted his teeth, holding the cable tightly. The thick cable strained under the tension, threatening to snap. He leaned back, pressing his knee against Gin's steel-like back, putting all his weight and strength into the cable.
The cold mist swirled, the air seemingly frozen. The three figures were locked in a deadly struggle, their strength and will clashing. But everyone knew the battle was tilting towards despair.
Mr. Chan struggled, shocked by the strength of Gin's legs, like steel cables choking his neck. His only relief was that one arm was trapped, partially blocking the pressure. But this luck quickly turned into a nightmare—his arm creaked under the pressure, threatening to snap.
He pushed with all his might, but couldn't budge Gin. The suffocating darkness closed in, his lungs burning like fire, each breath a knife.
Gin, even gravely injured, remained an unyielding beast.
Mo Wen and Dr. Chan had given their all, but couldn't drag him down.
Death's shadow crept closer.
Now it was a matter of who would suffocate first.
Gin, the battle-hardened veteran, though his face was purple and eyes bloodshot, could clearly hold on for a few more minutes. Years of combat experience and brutal training had made his body far superior to ordinary people.
Mr. Chan gritted his teeth, determined not to fall first in this life-and-death struggle.
Mo Wen, too, held nothing back, his hands gripping the cable, palms bloody. The thick cable cut into his flesh, nearly to the bone, each pull a burning agony.
Gin was also at his limit, but the old mercenary never gave up easily. He suddenly pulled out a syringe from his pocket, moving like lightning, and stabbed it into Mo Wen's arm.
Mo Wen's body stiffened, his strength rapidly waning, his grip weakening.