My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 253 - 252 Chinese Fast Blade Mantis

Chapter 253: Chapter 252 Chinese Fast Blade Mantis

Chapter 253 -252 Chinese Fast Blade Mantis

At first, he had thought that after alighting from the transport plane, someone would meet them to take them to the port, and then they would promptly set sail for Antarctica after a flurry of hurried preparations.

But the reality was a bit different from what he had expected.

It didn’t seem like there was any rush?

Hmm?

Shao Zifeng suddenly turned around, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward a hotel near the airport.

Just now, he had suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his back, as if something was covertly observing him.

This feeling was somewhat like the time he faced Gou Donghai; there was no direct malice felt, but it made him very uncomfortable inside.

“What’s wrong.”

Cang Haiyuan, keenly noticing Shao Zifeng’s anomaly, stopped his movements with the mask.

Shao Zifeng stared intently at that window. The feeling did not reappear, but he still did not relax, “It feels like someone is watching us.”

Hearing Shao Zifeng’s words, Cang Haiyuan’s expression turned serious, and he harbored no doubts.

Chen Yixin, hailed as a leading figure and a new generation leader in paleontology, was about to arrive in Bin City; being overly cautious was not excessive.

With his back to Shao Zifeng, Cang Haiyuan’s fingers moved deftly inside the mask, then he lifted his head and looked indifferently towards the hotel near the airport, a cold smile appearing on his somewhat blue lips.

…

“Damn it! Voraf, how did they discover us!”

In a small snack street not far from the hotel, several tall men in black jackets weaved through an alleyway, occasionally looking back, as if something terrifying was chasing them.

Swish!

A slight swishing sound occurred, and Voraf only felt a few warm spots on his face, then he saw one of his companions slowly slump to the ground, his body convulsing and his hands clutching at his neck, blood spurting freely from between his fingers and splattering on the dim, mottled wall, increasing the fear in their hearts!

“Ктотам!” A man with curly sideburns couldn’t bear the pressure, his eyes bloodshot as he continuously bellowed into the empty alley!

“Pavel! Calm down!” Voraf grabbed his newly joined companion, who, despite his sideburns, had only just turned 19.

Feeling Pavel’s emotions stabilize, Voraf glanced back and realized that of their original team of eight, only six remained. He looked grim, now certain that one of the missing partners had betrayed them.

Gazing cautiously around, he asked, “Where’s Anton?”

“Captain, Anton, the vice-captain, was killed just now covering us.” The memory of Anton’s limbs scattering shook Pavel’s body ceaselessly.

Voraf closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the image of that beautiful woman flashing in front of him, his voice filled with gritted teeth, “What about Yelena?”

“Sister Yelena went out this morning to buy bread and hasn’t come back,” Pavel replied.

“Bitch!” Voraf suddenly punched the wall, like an enraged lion.

The other team members exchanged looks as if understanding something, their eyes filling with hatred.

The cold wintery wind continuously passed through the alley, the body of their fellow already stiff on the ground, his lifeless eyes fixed on Voraf, the large, dried-up dark red bloodstains beneath him continually agitating Voraf’s mind.

Several slender figures silently appeared at the ends of the alley and on the walls, cloaked in black capes, their compound eyes peeking through the gaps, distinctly non-human.

“Сукаблядь”

Seeing the real culprits appear, the man beside Voraf roared and gestured to open a Space Rift.

“Roar~~”

Swish!

A dull roar echoed, followed by a faint flash of blade light.

Cries of Pain emitted from within the Space Rift, as the claws that emerged were entirely severed, blood spraying everywhere.

“Hiss!”

The figure in the black cloak flicked the blood from his blade and let out a hoarse, rasping cry as the cold wind exposed his green, triangular head.

“Chinese Fast Blade Mantis… it’s a Chinese Fast Blade Mantis!” Pavel muttered to himself as he retreated several steps.

Ever since he had joined, people had incessantly mentioned the Chinese Fast Blade Mantis to him, a death-like mutant creature that continually harvested the lives of people like him.

Voraf watched the figures that surrounded them, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

“Hiss!”

The leading Chinese Fast Blade Mantis suddenly lifted its head, cold light flashing through its compound eyes—thousands of cold spears?

“Ah!!!”

Pavel’s arm was severed at the shoulder, and he rolled on the ground clutching his bleeding shoulder, howling in agony as his originally white skin turned crimson.

Voraf’s expression fluctuated wildly, and suddenly he tore open his jacket, revealing glass tubes wrapped around his waist, each connected by wires and filled with blood-red liquid that bubbled from below.

Clenching a remote in his hand, veins bulging on his face, he screamed madly: “Сукаблядь”

Swish!

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Voraf’s eyes suddenly widened, a bloody streak appearing on his forehead, and then his body split in half, falling to the sides as a mass of blood mixed with unmentionable things gushed out, leaving the two other men completely dumbstruck.

Meanwhile, the other Chinese Fast Blade Mantises barely moved, and the two men clutching shoulder-level wounds fell to the ground; their blood pooled together, seeping and spreading through the crevices of the cobblestones in a strangely beautiful, grid-like pattern.

“Hiss!”

As the men fell into shock from excessive blood loss, the lead Chinese Fast Blade Mantis tapped the head of a smaller mantis, reprimanding it for killing the leader.

“Hiss!”

The smaller mantis seemed ashamed as it lowered its head, its compound eyes darting about under the cloak.

Suddenly, it was drawn to the red glass tubes on Voraf’s corpse, seemingly eager to examine what they were.

“Boss Knife, all settled?”

Several young men in tactical uniforms hurried over, their faces showing difficulty at the sight of the dead bodies: “Boss Knife, next time could you go a bit easier? You make things difficult for us.”

“Hiss!”

The lead Chinese Fast Blade Mantis clasped its arms together, seemingly bowing to the men.

“Forget it, forget it, we still have many more to catch later, these few won’t make a difference.”

“Hiss!”

The Chinese Fast Blade Mantis excitedly flicked its blades, as if to say it was eager for more.

“Xiao Li, tell logistics to send someone to clean up the traces here. The Fast Blade Mantis will follow us to the next ambush…”

Click.

A faint sound of glass breaking echoed in the alley, causing the sharply attentive group to swiftly turn around.

They saw the smaller mantis standing beside Voraf’s body, its waist tubes shattered, and the red liquid inside beginning to corrode the small mantis’s body.

The expressions of the special forces members tensed, as they retreated a few steps and summoned their own companion creatures.

The team leader’s palms trembled slightly, but he tried to sound composed as he ordered, “Don’t touch the red liquid, request immediate support from the bio-technical department.”

“Hiss~”

The small mantis felt its body grow hotter, twisted veins popping up on its blades while disgusting mucus secreted from its body.

Why is everyone looking at me like this?

Confused, it lifted its head, and the cold wind flipped its cloak, revealing a pair of eyes shimmering in blood-red.