My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 42 - 41: Disarming

Two plumes of black smoke rose, one near and one far, from the rooftop, violently smearing the barely bright sky, making the whole scene resemble the arrival of doomsday.

After confirming that it wasn’t a zombie attack, most of the populace still chose to stay away from the research center, but there were still some daring individuals who cautiously hid nearby to watch.

No Death Fighters made a move against these brave onlookers, all silently enduring.

All the Death Fighters believed that the truly brutal fight would only begin the moment the "Node" left the building.

However, shortly after Lv Bai’s departure, a small change occurred in the situation.

"Why is someone coming out?"

"Who is this guy?"

"A Death Fighter?"

A multitude of puzzled voices arose in the darkness.

Ah Gu, wearing the lab coat of a research personnel, walked out from the entrance of the research center, looking quite disheveled.

He looked around in panic and then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Where are the guards? Where are the guards?!"

Was he a lab personnel from the research center?

With this thought, several figures rushed towards Ah Gu, clearly intending to extract the situation inside the building from him.

...

"Damn, who on earth are these guys?"

Zhou Zongming’s face was as dark as coal.

Initially, he thought it was just some citizens with overly taut nerves causing a small conflict.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he led his soldiers to the scene, they were immediately attacked by more than a dozen gun-toting thugs.

After a round of volleys, six or seven brothers fell on the spot.

After all, there were only tents around, which at most blocked the view and couldn’t serve as cover.

Thanks to this, after the Investigation Corps’ Death Fighters regained control of the situation, taking into account that Zhou Zongming and his men still had guns, they fired only under the premise of ensuring their own safety, which led to the gunfight dragging on until now.

However, even so, only two soldiers were left by Zhou Zongming’s side, fighting and retreating.

Returning in the direction of the administrative building was blocked by the Investigation Corps’ Death Fighters, forcing a charge would be sending themselves to die.

Besides, Zhou Zongming and his men hadn’t failed to hear the continuous explosions; presumably, the situation there wasn’t optimistic either.

For now, the only option was to join the main force holding off the zombies, at least on the "front line" where there were still two companies and the rapid reaction force.

The slim soldier changed the magazine, turned around voluntarily, crouched with his gun ready, "Captain, you go first."

"Don’t you dare die."

Zhou Zongming naturally wasn’t oblivious; he dropped a word and continued running wildly through the gaps between tents.

The soldier who voluntarily stayed for the rearguard vigilantly watched the front, his index finger never leaving the trigger.

Unfortunately, he never saw the enemy’s figure, only a bullet firing from his left front.

Bang!

His head shattered instantly like a ripe watermelon hit by a stone.

Less than half a minute after the soldier’s body fell, four men arrived from different directions.

Excluding the automatic rifles in their hands, their attire actually made them look more like ordinary programmers.

"Everyone align the granularity."

"Ossas, quickly respond to the critical path, reuse the strategy."

"How many are left?"

"Two left."

"Then continue deepening, Hui specifically kept us here, isn’t it for us to empower and clear operations?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lv Bai drew closer to these programmers while knocking on the ground with the Eight-sided Han Sword, waiting until the four Death Fighters focused their attention on him.

He then chuckled, "What’s the underlying logic of what you’re saying? Where’s the top-level design? What’s the ultimate delivery value? Where’s the grip on the process? How to ensure the closure of the results?"

"Who are you?" Judging by the hair volume, the leading Death Fighter asked in return.

While speaking, he discreetly signaled to several of his companions.

No need for hesitation, in such a scenario, a guy wielding a sword was likely a Death Fighter.

These programmers shared a tacit understanding, and the one in the red plaid shirt reacted quickly, raising his gun barrel intending to give Lv Bai a burst first.

In their view, it’s best to kill them on the spot, or at least incapacitate this unknown intruder.

But unfortunately, it was already too late now.

When Lv Bai asked the question, he had already reduced the distance between the sides to the extent that with one sprint, he could swing his sword for a hit.

With a move of his foot, he ghostly darted to their front, then swung the sword horizontally.

Whoosh~

Thunk!

Two whole hands, tightly clutching gun handles, fell to the ground.

The red plaid-shirted Death Fighter stared at his blood-gushing wrists, yet to feel the pain, he briefly slipped into a daze.

As expected by Lv Bai, he didn’t stop moving; the Eight-sided Han Sword danced in his hands like a butterfly through flowers, his wrists shaking, the four Death Fighters were successively "disarmed" physically by him.

The Investigation Corps’ Death Fighters attempted to counterattack or flee, but in the face of a vast power gap, various ideas were stillborn, failing to materialize in time.

It’s no exaggeration to say, after being strengthened by the zombie virus, Lv Bai’s physique made dealing with normal people as easy as an adult playing with children.

Not to mention the additional boost from Zor’s Group.

He didn’t even need to activate Blood Burst; relying solely on speed and the sharpness of the Eight-sided Han Sword sufficed to resolve the fight.

After nullifying any possibility of a counterattack, Lv Bai stood holding the sword, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Only after about ten seconds did two of the Death Fighters, hunched over, cry out in pain.

The leading Death Fighter wasn’t as discomposed; though slightly hunched, he stubbornly held back from shouting.

He glared venomously at Lv Bai, as if trying to imprint this face in his memory.

Seeing this, Lv Bai wasn’t polite, sending him out with an inverted sword slash.

Throughout the process, he wore a gentle smile.

It was like a child happily swinging a stick he found, cutting roadside rapeseed flowers; it held no substantive significance, yet it birthed pure, genuine joy.

The red plaid-shirted Death Fighter looked shocked, then started cursing angrily, "You’re done for, do you even know who we are..."

Whoosh~

Another sword stroke, piercing accurately through the heart.

[Ding!]

[Score +2, Current score: 19, Current rank: 1/104]

Lv Bai indeed intended to extract some information from them.

But he also knew, no matter how much the corpse was chopped, for the Death Fighter, it was just an elimination.

Under such premises, interrogation methods like threats, intimidation, or torture meant nothing.

So when encountering a stubborn Death Fighter, whether genuinely tough or pretending, it’s better to cut first.