Sheng Tianqi stood ramrod straight.
He looked at Fang Xin, who was much younger than him.
The first time Sheng Tianqi saw Fang Xin, Fang Xin was just a nobody.
He didn't expect so much time to have passed.
Fang Xin had already become his superior.
Today, when he saw the personnel division form, he thought it was a duplicate name, but upon seeing Fang Xin, Sheng Tianqi couldn't help but feel incredibly emotional.
He increasingly understood the meaning of the saying, 'Talented people emerge from generation to generation, each leading the trend for hundreds of years.'
But at this moment, the most shocked was Qin Junhao.
Qin Junhao, Young Master Qin, always tried every possible way to show off. Back when he was in school, he would try various methods to step on Fang Xin to highlight his own status and achieve his goal of showing off.
But every time, he failed to hit the mark, and in the end, there was always a sense of frustration, like scratching an itch through a boot. Today, Qin Junhao originally wanted to show off in front of Fang Xin, mentioning how he had spent money to smooth out his connections with the higher-ups, to demonstrate that his future path to promotion would be much easier, and that as long as his combat power and merits were sufficient, he could become a Team Leader.
He just didn't expect that his ultimate goal was merely Fang Xin's starting point.
Qin Junhao had gone from being cheerful a second ago to not being cheerful.
He stared at Fang Xin with his mouth agape, "Officer? Officer? Officer???"
Qin Junhao asked three times in a row, each time with a progressive tone, fully expressing his longing for home.
Sheng Tianqi introduced Fang Xin to the members of the other teams, "This is Battalion Commander Fang Xin of the Ninth Division. All our team's missions and actions will be at Team Leader Fang's command!"
Several team members saluted Fang Xin. Qin Junhao saw everyone else saluting, and although he was somewhat unwilling, he ultimately saluted Fang Xin as well.
Fang Xin said to Team Leader Sheng, "Team Leader Sheng, when I arrived, I had already divided our assigned area into a grid. Each small team is responsible for the area within its grid. Our mission principle this time is only one: save if you can, kill if you can't."
"Understood!"
Fang Xin said cleanly and decisively, "If any small team encounters danger they cannot handle, do not delay, do not cling to battle. Report it to the higher-ups, and the Ninth Division will send people to provide support!"
Sheng Tianqi nodded again, "Received!"
"Action!"
At Fang Xin's command, Sheng Tianqi immediately arranged for each small team to begin operations in their respective areas.
The entire city was like a ghost town; the once bustling streets had become unusually desolate. Occasionally, mutated parasites would appear and be eliminated by the corresponding action team members.
Screams of agony echoed intermittently throughout the city.
It was currently afternoon. Often, the most terrifying moments aren't necessarily at night; a desolate afternoon filled with pervasive fear can be just as frightening.
Fang Xin stood at a high vantage point, looking down.
The mutated parasites in the city were like zombies unafraid of light. Fang Xin had seen many zombie movies, but after truly witnessing the scene before him, he felt that the scenes in TV shows and movies were somewhat conservative.
Shi Tailang's voice came through the earpiece, "Xin Ge, our team encountered a parasite that has undergone a new round of evolution. If you get injured by them, absolutely do not let their blood touch your wound! Otherwise, you will also be assimilated!"
Fang Xin acknowledged and relayed this information to the many teams under his command.
Zhang Meiqiu'er's grumbling voice came through the same frequency on the earpiece, "Fatty, it's all your fault! If you hadn't eaten hotpot today, none of this would have happened!"
"Cut the crap, the virus infection in this place happened days ago!" Shi Tailang argued logically.
Zhang Yaozu and Shi Tailang bickering had become a daily routine, "Fatty, calculate the days. Did you eat hotpot on the day the virus broke out? And you were even celebrating that you ate hotpot and nothing happened that day?"
After a few seconds of silence, Shi Tailang said, "Holy crap! It really seems so!"
Bai Yulin's voice immediately followed, "Damn it! You little Fatty! I'm going to sew up your mouth and your butt later!"
"Damn you, Bai Yulin! If you're going to curse me, curse me as yourself, don't pretend to be your sister!"
"I am my brother!"
Although the mission was somewhat monotonous, their bickering added a lot of fun to the operation.
As the highest commander in the area, Fang Xin stood at the highest point, strategizing.
Suddenly, Tai Shi Bo's voice came through the earpiece, "Xiao Xin, your area is close to a Sixth Division team's area. They've run into trouble. Take a small team and go support them!"
"Understood, Bo Ge!"
Fang Xin scanned the situation of each small team, drew a few people from the teams with the least pressure to form a new small team, and rushed to the location Tai Shi Bo sent at the fastest speed.
A few minutes later, when Fang Xin arrived at the location, he saw dozens of parasites downstairs besieging a Sixth Division team.
Fang Xin's gaze fixed on a figure among the parasite group. It was visibly clear that this figure was leading these parasites.
That figure also seemed to sense that someone had arrived.
It turned around.
Fang Xin's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.
It was a fat mosquito over a meter long. Below its proboscis, there was a tumor-like growth. Upon closer inspection, it was a human head, covered in dense, worm-like blood vessels on its face and head.
The head had blood-red eyes and revealed a twisted, perverted smile at Fang Xin. When it opened its mouth, a piercing, sharp whistling sound emerged.
Hearing the whistle, half of the parasites besieging the team in the building immediately broke off and rushed towards Fang Xin's direction.
Fang Xin held the Panlong Spear in his hand.
That fat mosquito was a Level 7 combatant.
As the saying goes, 'to catch a thief, first catch his king.' Fang Xin, holding the Panlong Spear, flashed towards the fat mosquito.
With a swift flash, Fang Xin arrived behind the opponent at an extremely fast speed.
He raised the Panlong Spear high, and with a posture reminiscent of Lu Xun's Runtu spearing a badger, he stabbed the fat mosquito.
In just an instant, the fat mosquito's bloated, distended belly, full of blood, burst.
The tumor-like head also separated from the fat mosquito's body and rolled to the ground with a thud. Many tentacles extended from its neck, and the head's tongue stuck out as it crawled on the ground.
Fang Xin raised his hand, the tip of the Panlong Spear aimed directly at the head.
Feeling the chilling killing intent, the head screamed before its death, "Mommy! Save me!"
The Panlong Spear was already upon it.
A voice suddenly came from upstairs in the besieged building, "Student Fang Xin, don't kill him!"
But by the time the words were spoken, it was too late.
The head exploded like a watermelon, pierced by the Panlong Spear.
Fang Xin looked up at the window upstairs, and seeing the familiar face, he was stunned for a moment, not expecting to see her here.
Just as he was about to say something.
The air suddenly solidified, and a terrifying aura came from one direction, directly enveloping Fang Xin.
The surroundings abruptly became silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. In this extreme silence, a strangely eerie children's rhyme drifted through the air.
"Wuwadang, wuwadang, marrying a wife who wets her pants..."
