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Chapter 57
Supervisor Shen’s comprehensive planning
In the distance came a rumble, followed by a slight tremor beneath his feet.
Nielsen stood in the captain’s cabin, facing the vast expanse of the sea ahead, as his secretary whispered behind him, “This time it’s the top deck, injuring a B-class evolutionist. He pierced through the open-air swimming pool and fled to the lower deck before the pursuers arrived.”
Nielsen narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
He didn’t want to personally harm Shen Zhuo, because obedience only existed during the short span of submission. He didn’t want Shen Zhuo to immediately turn into extreme hatred once he regained consciousness—even though it was almost developing to that point now, he still hoped there would be less resentment to face in the future.
The best scenario would be if Shen Zhuo could realize on his own that he had no way out.
The yacht had been tightly enveloped in a cage of logic. To outsiders, it appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary blue fishing boat. Moreover, it possessed various concealed measures such as optical, signal, and magnetic field camouflage, making it impossible to send any distress signals to the outside world. By the time those people at the award ceremony, who had turned everything into chaos, found this place, everything should already be over.
Boom!
There was another loud noise, this time much closer to the bow of the ship. The security guards shouted loudly, and their hurried footsteps raced in that direction.
“This level of combat proficiency,” Nielsen chuckled, his tone full of complexity and emotion, “If Shen Zhuo could evolve, he would at least be an A-class.”
***
“There!” “Over there!” “Split up and search!”
The footsteps grew closer, and Shen Zhuo swiftly dodged behind the kitchen door in the crew’s working area, glancing at his wristwatch.
In terms of supernatural abilities, Shen Zhuo was an expert. If he wasn’t mistaken, what currently enveloped the entire ship should be the cage of logic. The most terrifying aspect of this ability was that while outsiders could easily penetrate the disguise once they saw through it, those inside couldn’t escape. Even if they were to drill through the ship now, it would be futile because the cage itself was a 360-degree, all-encompassing trap.
An A-class cage of logic could last up to three hours, but only 20 minutes had passed.
It doesn’t matter. Shen Zhuo closed his eyes and silently exhaled.
No one in this world wanted to see him fall into Nielsen’s hands. Those on shore must be frantically searching for the Fenrir right now. Moreover, after taking the serum, his physical strength and condition were excellent. He could continue to maneuver, delaying as much as possible until he forced out the “tyrant”—
Shen Zhuo turned his palm and tilted the bone-picking knife at an angle, using the reflection to precisely lock onto a guard outside.
The other party was also an evolutionist and turned back sensitively, noticing him. “There! He’s…”
Before the words could finish, Shen Zhuo decisively raised his hand, the bone-picking knife whirling in the air with a chilling glint, stabbing through the guard’s throat in an instant!
Blood sprayed into the air, and several guards rushed over at the sound. “There! Surround the kitchen!”
A trace of cold mockery flashed in Shen Zhuo’s eyes as he swiftly retreated into the kitchen. As everyone rushed in to surround him, he swiftly broke the water pipe with lightning speed. In an instant, water gushed from all sides, drenching everyone. Two of them reacted quickly to the danger, but before they could preemptively strike, Shen Zhuo slammed his palm on the wet stainless steel countertop.
Crackle!
The bright blue electricity centered on his palm surged in all directions along the water, turning the entire kitchen into a terrifying electric cage!
The smell of burnt flesh filled the kitchen, and several guards fell to the ground, either in unknown life or death or convulsing violently. Shen Zhuo grabbed a micro-pistol from the person’s arms on the ground and mercilessly pulled the trigger at the oncoming pursuers. In an instant, bullets flew, casings scattered, and the narrow corridor turned into a slaughterhouse with blood and flesh flying!
The entire ship suddenly lurched; even the captain’s cabin tilted backward, and the furnishings clattered and overturned.
“Director General!” One of his subordinates pushed open the door and entered, saying urgently, “One person died in the recent battle, and the bottom of the ship was pierced, causing water ingress. We have urgently arranged for reinforcement and repair using supernatural abilities. But the engine room has still been affected; one of the four engines cannot function…”
The secretary was shocked, “What?”
Nielsen turned around, revealing a slightly surprised expression.
“They dare not harm Supervisor Shen. They will surely be restrained during the pursuit. Continuing like this will inevitably lead to more casualties,” the secretary couldn’t help but advise, “Previous intelligence said that A-class serum could last for 40 minutes, and only half of that time has passed…”
The secretary’s implication was clear, implying that the night would be long and difficult.
So brave, so formidable.
A complicated feeling rose in Nielsen’s heart, mixed with admiration, regret, and a subtle hint of relief.
“It’s a pity he’s not an evolutionist…”
Nielsen paused, murmuring to himself, “But it’s fortunate he’s not an evolutionist.”
Distant sounds of intense battle could be faintly heard—the roar of assault rifles mixed with the whistling of lightning tearing through the air. Nielsen closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he clenched his teeth as if he had finally made a decision, then opened his eyes and pushed open the door, walking towards the deck.
***
The sea breeze hit him, lifting Nielsen’s meticulously groomed hair. In that moment, a massive phantom of a wolf king appeared behind him, its jaws wide open, emitting a long howl that echoed across the sea—
The S-class ability “Tyrant” finally activated.
The wolf’s howl swept through the air, sonic waves sweeping across the entire ship. All the evolutionists on board simultaneously reverted to humans, their abilities rendered useless, overwhelmed by the immense force coming from the void.
Clang!
The submachine gun fell to the ground with a thud, and Shen Zhuo’s vision blurred. He kneeled on one knee, feeling drained, and leaned against the ship’s railing as the world spun around him.
In his dizziness, he saw a pair of feet calmly approaching not far away, stopping on the deck in front of him.
“Stop it, Shen Zhuo; don’t take any more serum.” Nielsen looked down at the pale-faced Shen Zhuo, his gaze lingering on the sweat-soaked hairline.
“You just took A-class interferon, right? You can’t handle two doses of A-class, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Although he could have directly controlled him using his mental abilities, after weighing his options, Nielsen chose to drug him. Deep down, there was still a faint sense of elusive emotion, a hope that the only one sinking into darkness wouldn’t be just himself.
He hoped Shen Zhuo could have some relatively pleasant, not-so-bad memories, even if just a little bit.
But Shen Zhuo had taken an ability serum before drinking that glass of wine, so the drug had no effect. Nielsen could only kneel halfway, gazing at him tenderly and earnestly, reaching out his hand, palm-up:
“Why are you so resistant to me?”
“I just want to take care of you. From now on, whatever happens, I promise to give you the highest position and freedom. Can you accept that?”
Shen Zhuo shook his head forcefully, finally regaining clarity from the dizziness brought on by the “Tyrant.” He stood up, leaning on the railing behind him, disregarding Nielsen’s assurances, and directly asked:
“What happened at the award ceremony that was enough to bring you down?”
—This person always hits the nail on the head, ruthlessly and mercilessly.
Nielsen fell silent for a moment.
“…Shen Zhuo,” he couldn’t help but ask, “If we continue working together normally, you would never actually develop feelings for me, would you?”
Shen Zhuo chuckled, but before he could respond, Nielsen hastily changed his mind, “Forget it; don’t answer that. I don’t want to hear any more empty words from you at this point.”
Shen Zhuo replied coldly, “Perhaps this time you’ll finally hear the truth. Why not give it a try?”
Nielsen sighed bitterly, “No, I know what the truth is. Is it related to that Bai Sheng?”
“…”
“I don’t understand, Shen Zhuo.” Nielsen looked into those deep, cold eyes, genuinely wanting to know, “Do you like him that much? Do you realize that he’s also an S-class, fundamentally no different from every other S-class evolutionist you despise?”
The yacht floated with the waves, already far from shore, surrounded by boundless expanses in every direction, as if all connections to the world had been left far behind.
“…The alpha wolf attribute attached to Bai Sheng by evolution is indeed the same as yours,” Shen Zhuo said hoarsely after a while.
“Alphas value their kind. If one day he has to choose between his kind and humans, the answer may be obvious. But before that day comes, Bai Sheng inherently believes in the existence of equality and has never used S-class pheromones to oppress any lower-tier evolutionist.”
“Even though he could easily become the uncrowned king ruling over the entire Shenhai and his kind, he chooses not to do so, and instead deliberately suppresses his pheromones year after year.” Shen Zhuo chuckled lightly and said, “So you’re wrong. He’s fundamentally different from the other 19 S-classes.”
As if needles pierced his nerves, causing even his heart to tremble with pain, Nielsen involuntarily raised his voice, “Such an alpha who can’t establish territory and power is nothing but a useless waste in the world of S-classes!”
“Perhaps,” Shen Zhuo said, raising an eyebrow suggestively, “but being a waste is still better than being the one who triggered ‘Tyrant’ against a B-class like you.”
Nielsen froze, “What?”
“Chu Yan told me that during your battle with Rong Qi, she observed a cooldown period of up to 40 minutes after each wolf howl.” Shen Zhuo casually removed his black gloves and tossed them aside, “So from the very beginning, I knew that the first thing I had to do was to trigger and resolve ‘Tyrant’…”
Nielsen’s gaze fell on the back of Shen Zhuo’s left hand, incredulously realizing that it wasn’t the A-class he had assumed, but a B!
In an instant, memories flooded Nielsen’s mind—Shen Zhuo had already planned everything when he went to the restroom, using a B-class serum with almost no side effects. He gambled that he could escape smoothly from the restaurant, gambled that the guards would only capture him and not harm him, and ultimately even successfully gambled on the cooldown time of ‘Tyrant’.
Calculating and interlocking, the plan was so meticulous and daring, reaching its pinnacle!
“You’re right, it’s indeed very difficult to handle two doses of A-class serum.” Shen Zhuo withdrew a syringe, only two inches long, from the inside of his coat. “Fortunately, to deal with you, one dose of this is enough.”
With a metallic click, the cap popped open, and he jabbed the needle into the artery on his neck. A meteorite-blue light instantly enveloped his entire body.
In Nielsen’s astonished gaze, the B-class mark on Shen Zhuo’s left hand quickly metabolized, revealing an A, and the color representing the intensity of his ability shifted from blood-red to ocher-red, then deepened dramatically, eventually turning into a rare crimson-black.
“…Is it Yue Yang’s serum?” Nielsen immediately deduced without hesitation, “It’s useless, Shen Zhuo. Even without ‘Tyrant,’ I am still an S-class. Yue Yang’s level is not enough to—”
Boom!!
A colossal ice dragon covered the sky, its explosive force almost smashing through the yacht, causing even Nielsen to stagger back several yards under its terrifying impact!
With a cry of wind and a crackling sound, Shen Zhuo grasped a burning spear in his hand.
The spear burst into black flames, illuminating half of the sky. The intense heat caused the seawater to evaporate rapidly, creating a magnificent spectacle in the vast ocean.
“You guessed wrong. In this world, there’s not just Yue Yang.” Shen Zhuo pointed the spear at Nielsen, provocatively curling his lips. “Allow me to introduce you to Yang Xiaodao, the war god of integrated reasoning, an underage prodigy with unparalleled intelligence.”
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