Their numbers were vast, often overwhelming, able to tear a grown man to pieces in minutes.
Alexander and his group were fortunate to reach the Elliott mansion before the "plague" outbreak. Unfortunately, they were met by the family members who had already transformed into Deep Ones.
A gardener, a cook, and several servants had completed their transformation and lunged at the four of them.
Without hesitation, Alexander pulled the trigger of his Glock 18, shooting down three of them.
He remained calm, showing none of the physiological discomfort often portrayed in movies and TV when someone kills.
“Maybe I’m just naturally cold-blooded.”
Perhaps the appearance of the Deep Ones reduced his sense of unease. Alexander felt no guilt as he fired, calculating his bullets and directing the others with a steady and efficient command.
Jin Jianshu, Eric, and the old man surnamed Cheng rallied under his leadership, assisting in the clearing operation.
Through their sweep, they found a small-caliber hunting rifle, some ammunition, and some pistols, bullets, and flashbangs left by Xu Lin and Carmen.
Jin Jianshu also found a Mossberg M500 bullpup shotgun, along with tear gas.
“This is…”
Alexander himself found a sharp, robust, and extremely powerful new weapon—a crowbar!
Yes, the legendary weapon known as the "Sword of Physics"!
Stab, pry, repair a car, lift objects, dig, climb, make a stand!
Convenient to carry, versatile in function. Cheap and readily available.
Grasping the “Sword of Physics,” Alexander felt a twinge of emotion as he quickly transformed from an ordinary forensic science graduate into a strategist surviving within a script world.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the master bedroom, which was Lott Elliott’s chamber. At this moment, the mayor, like the others, had also transformed into a Deep One.
It rushed from the corner of the bedroom, its large mouth full of sharp teeth, attempting to bite.
Alexander responded calmly, swinging the “Sword of Physics” as Lott Elliott attacked.
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“Thud!”
With a dull thud, Mayor Lott Elliott was knocked to the ground. Alexander pulled out his pistol and, at close range, easily shot through his head.
“I found the map!” Eric ran over, carrying a map of the entire town.
“Well done…”
Alexander patted his shoulder and quickly convened a short meeting in the previous activity room.
“Based on the map, reaching the docks requires crossing a large portion of the town, which is highly dangerous. I’d like to hear your opinions.”
Alexander briefed the group on their situation and asked for their input.
Everyone generally agreed with Alexander. Evading the main storyline to survive seemed unreliable; if it came to that, the only one likely to return to Ghost Space alive would be Alexander.
Moreover, the three others were unaware of Xu Lin’s revelation to Alexander—survival points could be traded directly…
“Then we have to start from the highway outside town. We could circle around to reach the docks.” Jin Jianshu quickly thought of this plan, concluding it might be viable.
“No, young man, that route is too roundabout. It’ll take a lot of time, and I noticed the car’s fuel gauge—we might not have enough to make it.” The elderly man surnamed Cheng gave his perspective.
Alexander didn’t plan to share the news about survival points just yet; he intended to tackle this script since the clues had appeared, and he was 80% sure his theory was correct.
“We need a new car. Going to the docks is a must, but it’s likely very dangerous. The military that attacked us earlier will definitely go there as well—they’re also targeting Mardalla and the Order of Dagon.”
He explained, “This group is a third-party force in this script world with their motives. The abnormalities in the town are likely Dagon’s Order’s doing to counter them.”
“Seems like the Order of Dagon found themselves unable to compete directly and resorted to these tactics.” Jin Jianshu rubbed his nose, finding Alexander’s theory somewhat puzzling.
“I’m not sure about the details, but during my few days here, I’ve been having strange dreams, and so have others. Thinking back, it might have been a warning sign!”
Alexander thought for a moment before speaking to the group: “This will be our plan. We’ll head into town first, see if we can find another vehicle. If we do, we’ll detour to the docks. If not, we’ll cut straight through the town.”
Everyone agreed, nodding in approval of Alexander’s decision.
...
Pitch-black, unlit, and shrouded in darkness—a faint light projected from an irregular cube in the room.
Janet stood next to the cube, gazing at the holographic image it projected. The hologram revealed a dark-skinned, tall, lean man with a bright smile, wearing a neat suit, sitting behind a mahogany office desk.
“Long time no see, Janet!”
“Yes, sir, I’ve completed your instructions. We’re about to secure the ‘item,’ and I will eliminate Mardalla and the Order of Dagon. Then we’ll move to the final stage.”
“Excellent. The MJ-12 members congratulate you on bringing us a step closer to our great achievement,” the dark-skinned man smiled.
“I’ll keep a close eye on this matter. Don’t disappoint us…”
The hologram vanished, plunging the room back into darkness.
“Now, let's begin…”
Janet murmured to himself, stroking the magical book in his palm, “Confessions of the Mad Monk Clithanus,” a cold smile curling on his lips.
...
“Damn! Damn! Damn! What the hell is going on here!”
Sergeant Spain cursed, firing his weapon repeatedly. The situation was dire. After they used heavy weapons to conquer a monster-infested dock and entered a building, things turned bizarre.
Their squad seemed to have entered a chaotic alternate world. The interiors transformed into a monstrous nest, with chaotic corridors and passages like a weird maze without end or exit.