Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

The leading black-clad soldier, who could be considered a low-level Martial Artist, reacted much faster than the other soldiers.

When the bullet was deflected back by Zhang Beixing, the leading black-clad soldier immediately reacted, but clearly, the bullets rebounded by Zhang Beixing were much faster than those fired from their rifles.

The leading black-clad soldier’s body couldn’t respond in time, and he could only manage to curse before several bullets pierced through his body.

Even the bulletproof vest specially provided by the organization be did not offer any protection, resulting in several bloody holes appearing on the lead soldier’s body.

With an expression of disbelief, the leading soldier slowly fell, and his expression showed no change even as he breathed his last.

The other soldiers in the black-clad squad were not spared either; the three to five soldiers positioned forward encountered almost the same fate as the leader, showing no reaction until their deaths.

The few black-clad soldiers standing at the back had slightly better luck; the bullets, passing through the bodies of their comrades in front, were only powerful enough to injure them, but not enough to take their lives directly.

The two or three soldiers who still retained slight mobility raised their guns with difficulty, intending to shoot at Zhang Beixing.

However, this time, their gun-raising speed was slower than that of an ordinary able-bodied person; just as one soldier raised his gun, he fearfully realized.

The gun muzzle had already been held by a large hand, and though the soldier intended to struggle, he suddenly exerted force to drag the muzzle, but the situation did not unfold as the soldier had imagined.

After the hand grasped the gun muzzle, it seemed to exert no force, but the soldier used almost all his strength, even straining his wounds, gritting his teeth as he made a hissing sound.

Despite this, the entire gun did not move an inch, as if what was in front of him was not alive, and the gun had turned into a sculpture.

Seeing he couldn’t pull the rifle, the soldier simply pulled the trigger, attempting to directly shoot the tall figure, and at that moment, the soldier did not believe that at such a short distance, he could withstand bullets; if that were the case, then the fate of himself and his comrades was already sealed upon arrival, and resistance would be redundant.

The soldier pulled the trigger, and the sound of the firing pin hitting the primer kept ringing, but no bullet emerged from the muzzle, although the section of the gun barrel could be seen to be bulging and turning slightly red.

Zhang Beixing slowly released his grip, and only then did the soldier notice that at the place where Zhang Beixing had held, the gun barrel clearly bore a handprint.

The few soldiers who barely survived looked at Zhang Beixing with panic; having worked in the mutation organization, they had seen many monsters, but such a sight as Zhang Beixing, who could reflect bullets and bend gun barrels with his bare hands, was a first.

Zhang Beixing did not expend much effort on finishing off the remaining soldiers.

He could tell just by looking at their injuries, which though not immediately fatal, without treatment, they wouldn’t survive more than a few minutes here.

Zhang Beixing continued walking into the base, currently traversing what seemed to be a passage for vehicle entry and defense.

At the end of the passage was a metal door, white like the walls and floor.

The door shone bright under the passage’s overhead lights.

Beside the door was a password device with an LCD display screen, seemingly requiring a fingerprint or facial recognition.

Such doors typically held high security and were difficult to breach, even for top-notch hackers, it would take a good eight hours.

So Zhang Beixing decisively kicked the door.

As expected, the door, reflecting bright light, did not disappoint Zhang Beixing, leaving a deep, embossed footprint on the door with a single kick.

Zhang Beixing gathered some strength, kicking repeatedly, as the footprints on the door gradually increased.

This seemingly thick door finally couldn’t hold, forcibly kicked open by Zhang Beixing.

Finally, Zhang Beixing slammed into the door, charging through the tightly defended entrance.

Upon entering, Zhang Beixing glanced around.

The Second layer of this base was noticeably darker than the First layer.

The room was neatly lined with many glass jars, filled with what seemed like nutrient fluids.

Humanoid creatures were suspended within, resembling a specimen museum.

Upon closer inspection, the humanoid creatures inside still had weak breathing.

They were termed humanoid creatures rather than humans because while they mostly bore human features like faces or human trunks.

There were invariably two or three evident mutations on their bodies.

Some had hands resembling duck breasts, unbelievably large, others were entirely covered in fur, at a glance appearing to be wild beasts like gorillas.

As Zhang Beixing broke in, the originally dim room suddenly flared with red light, accompanied by the incessant blaring of alarms.

Zhang Beixing stepped back a few paces, scanning his surroundings.

Though possessing Half-Step Extraordinary strength, it did not mean being truly invincible; being in enemy territory still necessitated caution.

As Zhang Beixing retreated to the wall, the alarm’s red light abruptly ceased, casting the room into darkness for a few seconds before all the lights came on.