"Fuck me, almost there, at last," said Byron, breathing heavily on the railing. He failed to take care of himself in recent years, and as a taxi driver, he used to sit all the time. His once flat abs had now become a mass of grumbling meat.

He stood up straight and shouted, "Brother-in-law, did you find the boy?"

Echo said something, his voice drowned out by a strange roar. Byron was so frightened that he stretched out his head and looked toward the sound. In one abandoned factory building not far from the hot-blast stove, air seemed suddenly twisted, and a huge iron-gray spacecraft appeared out of thin air, just like the way that warrior showed himself. It looked like a giant beetle with a big hole in the side, and something was tearing the hall from the inside.

Unable to breathe, Byron stretched his neck and looked. The hole in the hull was broken by an invisible force, and a black shadow came out of it. The shadow came out, stretched, put its head back, and roared again. Even from a distance, Byron could definitely hear hatred and the intention to kill in the roar.

The thing stretched its arms and legs and ran toward Yeh’kull and Deschamps.

The warrior took out a two-edged dagger from her back. No, she shook her hand. The two sides of the dagger suddenly stretched out and became a double-headed spear. Holding a spear in one hand, she faced the charging, huge black monster fearlessly. At this time, Byron saw clearly that the black monstrosity was about four meters high when it came close. Its huge and slender head was like an upended shield, covered with ridges and barbs. It had four arms. Two big claws could grab an adult like him very easily. Two small claws were less dangerous, but they were just as sharp and terrifying.

"Damn, you're a bigger fool than me. This time, we are all doomed." Byron thought that the warrior would have to face the huge monster head-on, but Yeh’kull took out a frisbee-shaped device from her waist, raised it over her head, and a few sharp edges popped out around it. She threw the frisbee at the monster with a grunt. At such a distance, no one could escape from it. The frisbee ran over the monster’s head and cut off a potion from that black shell. The monster seemed to be caught by surprise, hesitated, and squeaked angrily before speeding up to the warrior.

Like magic, the frisbee flew back into Yeh’kull. She used its force of inertia to her advantage and threw it out again, faster and more powerful than the last time.

It struck the monster's head right in the middle, but didn't seem to pierce its chitin. The monster did not stop, and it crashed into Yeh’kull.

But she was ready. The warrior quickly rolled over to the side of the monster. She stood up and took out her spear, thrusting furiously. It hit the lower left of the monster. It screamed and turned around to grab the warrior. But she had already rolled over to the other side again. Another thrust struck its lower back again and again.

"Fuck, yeah! Again! Stab at it’s kidneys! It's way better than football! Byron was captivated by the terrifying fight and forgot about anything else.

Just as the warrior was about to roll over to avoid a strike, she did not see it coming that the monster would stage a feigned attack while swinging its huge tail right at her. The warrior was hit in the chest and flew out. Her spear flew out of her hand. Yeh’kull hit a brick wall. Fluorescent green liquid, maybe blood, flowed from the lower end of the helmet. She fell to the ground, face down, catching Deschamps during the process, who didn’t even have a chance to move.

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"Captain Ma!" Stunned, Byron shouted.

He was indeed loud enough; the black monster looked up in Byron's direction and jumped up with two long, strong hind legs.

It hit the facade of the blast furnace, and the 40-meter-high steel building trembled.

* * *

Byron ran up as if his life depended on it, harried to the top. The top floor was a narrow space, with only a few exhaust valves and iron railings around it. At this time, Echo was busy untying the boy, but the rope was too strong, and his teeth were useless.

"Get out of the way; I know what to do.” Byron pushed Echo away, took out a screwdriver from his pocket, and sawed furiously at the rope. Under the raincoat, he was now sweating profusely.

“Byron, something is crawling up here.” Echo said, hurriedly.

“Stop yapping; you miss the point EVERYTIME! Do you think I don't know that?"

With the rope undone, Byron cut the sack open with one stroke. Inside, Bart Wang's mouth was stuffed and his eyes covered. Byron quickly untied him and found that Bart’s eyes closed tightly, so he put his ears on the boy’s chest. Fortunately, the boy still had heartbeats and should have fainted.

“Brother-in-law, hurry up.”

Byron turned to look at Echo and found his brother-in-law sitting back on the floor, a huge black head sticking out from under the railing. It all happened in slow motion.

It was too far to see clearly before, but now it was only a few feet away. The black monster had an elongated skull-like face, no eye, a mouth that was bigger than a tiger's, and could swallow a man's head with one bite.

The wound on its head was now visible, with half of that frisbee protruding from the center and yellow-green blood oozing from the terrible wound; its right side was missing a chunk, and the incision was very neat, proving that the frisbee was actually quite sharp.

At this moment, Byron found that Echo, his so-called brother-in-law, was so dispirited, it reminded him of ten years ago. If it were not for the boy, he would have followed his wife and son then and there.

Byron stood up and raised the screwdriver. "Are you talking to me?" Just like that young man he was ten years ago.

Then he rushed up and stuck the screwdriver in the monster’s head with all the strength left in him.

* * *

The monster was surprised, confused, and did not expect this “fragile meat” would dare to attack. But the two big hands were now holding the railing, so its smaller arms swung out and knocked Byron to the ground.

His head hit the exhaust valve, and he felt the world spinning.

It was that dream again. Byron was standing outside the nurse station of the factory hospital, watching like a creep as Lila turned around and stood on her toes in that red high heel. The lingering disinfectant smell, the warm early autumn sunshine, and that carefree young man

He smiled. At the same time, Lila turned around and smiled at him. Everything was so beautiful, like a dream.

“Silly...”

Byron shook his head; he could not die yet. Lila, his wife, was waiting for him to come home for dinner. So he stood up, holding the screwdriver in one hand, which was already covered with a yellow-greenish liquid, rolling and smoking, melting.

“Brother-in-law, hurry up and carry Bart to the loading cart!”

“What about it?”

“For God’s sake, just listen to me for once and hurry the fuck up.”

The monster was too large to enter the narrow top floor, and it could not claw its way in for now. It screamed at them and reached out to grab, to hurt, to kill.

Byron hurriedly turned around and pushed Echo, who was holding the boy in his arms, to jump into one cart.

As soon as Echo sat down, he raised the screwdriver and stabbed the traction cable.

Fortunately, after years of erosion from wind and rain, the cable was already broken and soon fused.

With a loud “bang”, the loading cart swayed forward and then accelerated downward.

“Big B, it is still alive and coming in hot!”

“It’s all right; I have another trick up my sleeve.”

Without looking back, Byron took out the remote control and randomly pushed all the buttons......

...... “Boom”! Scrap mantels with fire flew over the three of them.

The black monster was hit by the shock wave and fell from the top of the furnace with a deafening, bizarre screeching sound.