"There is absolutely something crawling directly above our heads, Mr. Zac," Vance whispered in absolute panic, pointing a violently trembling finger toward the ceiling of the medical warehouse. The technician gripped a flashlight tightly, its beam shaking wildly. The harsh white light swept frantically across the severely rusted steel support beams of the roof.The incredibly potent, metallic stench of fresh blood pooling from the squad captain’s corpse—which was currently being actively chewed apart by the muscled monster—permeated the air thickly. The pungent odor seeped rapidly outward through the building’s ventilation gaps, aggressively inviting brand-new, lethal threats straight from the skies above Force City. The distinctly terrifying sound of razor-sharp claws violently scraping against the corrugated iron roof echoed loudly. The screeching noise moved in a tight, calculated circle, actively searching for the absolute weakest point of entry, exactly resembling a starving apex

"Pin that gas pedal straight to the floorboard, Rex. Do not even think about lifting your foot until we have completely pulverized their steel gates."​Zac issued the absolute command directly from outside the driver's side window. His right hand slammed heavily against the armored truck door. He pivoted his body and smoothly vaulted atop the hood of the massive vehicle. His torn medical coat flapped wildly, whipped violently by the harsh night wind.​Rex swallowed incredibly hard, forcing down a massive lump of pure terror. His violently trembling hands clamped down on the steering wheel exactly like iron vises. Cold sweat completely flooded the mechanic's face. Aggressively accelerating a heavy vehicle directly down a steep hill straight into a fortified machine gun nest was the absolute, literal definition of suicide. However, his unadulterated fear of the genius doctor vastly eclipsed his fear of death.​"Grip your rifle as tightly as you can, Vance!" Rex shrieked, glaring at the

​"Chop that crippled man's body into minced meat right now!"​Marcus roared loudly from the second-floor balcony. His hands tightly gripped the iron railing as he stared downward, a highly triumphant smile plastered across his face. The red remote control in his grasp blinked menacingly, completely ready to detonate the entire medical vault if this absolute final line of defense happened to fail.​Project Arachnid responded instantaneously to the lethal command. The human-spider mutant unleashed a sharp, truly deafening hiss that severely pierced the eardrums. Its four pairs of elongated arms, each terminating in solid bone sword blades, spread entirely wide open. Highly toxic, neon-green acid dripped steadily from the tips of the bone swords, violently melting the asphalt courtyard with an incredibly loud, corrosive sizzle. Thick plumes of caustic smoke billowed upward, heavily poisoning the night air.​[Lethal attack maneuver warning. The target actively radiates an acidic temperatu

​Zac violently slammed the blood-soaked surgical forceps down onto the steel floor of the truck bed. The sharp clatter of metal rang out deafeningly, violently shattering the suffocating air inside the cargo hold.​His left hand trembled wildly, completely refusing to obey a single command from his genius brain. The flexor muscles in his arm spasmed violently, generating a searing pain exactly like a red-hot knife slicing aggressively along his entire nerve network. Zac took a heavy step backward, leaning his spine tightly against the truck wall, his breathing ragged and shallow.​"Mr. Zac, the blood will absolutely not stop flowing!" Rex shrieked hysterically, pressing both of his hands fiercely onto Professor Driscoll's back. "He is losing way too much blood! His face is already as white as cotton!"​"Shut your mouth, Rex!" Zac barked furiously, aggressively gripping his left wrist with his functional right hand using absolutely all of his strength. "I am trying to regain control ov

​"Turn off your flashlight right this instant, Vance. You are only providing a free target for their bullets."​Zac issued the command in a voice incredibly low, yet razor-sharp. He halted his steps exactly at the threshold of the subterranean corridor entrance. Pitch-black darkness completely enveloped the concrete tunnel stretching out before him. The highly pungent stench of formaldehyde preservatives heavily mixed with raw ammonia aggressively assaulted the air, entirely poisoning the air circulation of the Scorpion clan's secret facility.​Vance hastily clicked the button on his flashlight. The harsh white beam vanished instantly. "This corridor is entirely too dark, Mr. Zac. We could easily trigger infrared landmines or hidden motion sensors. Walking completely blind without any illumination is functionally equivalent to committing suicide."​"Walking around utilizing a light source directly inside an enemy's lair is the action of a complete fool." Zac lowered his posture, creep