Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 85 Mutation
Looking at his bodyguard beside him, who seemed completely indifferent, Smith couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"Now that you have a long lifespan, just like me, you should know how to enjoy life even more."

"Otherwise, once the entire United States is taken over by our vampire clan, you'll only be able to enjoy that boring privilege, hehe~"

However, Green remained expressionless in the face of this joke, which was even colder than that of a vampire.

But the slight twitching at the corner of his mouth still revealed the resistance in his heart.

On the other hand, they didn't get the answer they wanted, nor did they get the taciturn guard to say more.

Smith could only turn his head away, feeling awkward, and begin to devise his next plan.

For now, it seems that the cautious commander has lowered his guard against him.

Those military officials probably already see themselves as uncultured, arrogant, cowardly, and spoiled brats.

But that's exactly the effect he wanted.

Thinking back to the information he had received about those strangely behaving sinkholes, and the fissure in the ground near this small farm was one of them…

"In the orchard behind the house...?"

Recalling the information in his mind, Smith also turned his gaze to the two-story wooden building that had been knocked down by a car.

“Let’s go, let’s go around in another direction. Just walking the same road as that old man makes me feel unlucky.”

As he spoke, he beckoned to the guards he had brought with him to walk around the other side of the house towards the lush green shadows that could be seen from a corner.

that's it.

It took a few minutes for everyone to walk around to the orchard behind the house.

From quite a distance, Smith saw a group of people gathered together, where a rather large makeshift tent had already been erected.

At this time, there was a group of workers constantly reinforcing the structure, and many people wearing protective suits were going in and out.

They were carrying large bags and small packages, and some were even pushing carts to transport things out.

Smith's gaze sharpened at the sight as he looked at a military armored vehicle in the distance, which was already nearly half-full of various protective crates.

"That old guy, he didn't pack up all the good stuff and take it with him, did he?"

Thinking of this, Smith felt a little anxious and, without further delay, quickly ran a few steps toward the tent.

When Smith arrived at the bustling tent, he didn't see Commander Thomson with his "dead face".

Somewhat anxious, he grabbed a researcher who was carrying something and heading out.

"Can't you see where Commander Thomson is?! I need to see him!"

The researchers who were suddenly stopped were a little confused. After they understood what was being said, they pointed to the direction of the tent they had just come out of.

"There..."

Before he could finish speaking, Smith turned around and strode to the tent, ignoring the soldiers' attempts to stop him, and squeezed his way in.

But soon more soldiers noticed the situation, gathered around, and blocked the guards who were about to follow them in.

Green and his companions exchanged glances, and remembering the arrangements made before they came, they fell silent and did not try to force their way in.

The soldiers who had surrounded them, seeing that the other side was not making any further moves, simply began to confront them.

Meanwhile, inside the tent.

Smith felt a sudden light up his eyes as the scene before him changed abruptly.

The once messy and backward rural farm has suddenly been transformed into a technologically advanced place.

Inside the tent, which was several tens of meters in size, various high-wattage lights shone brighter than during the day.

Experimental equipment that gleamed with a metallic sheen and whose purpose was unclear from their appearance was piled up everywhere.

Staff members, fully dressed in protective gear, busied themselves among the various instruments with lit screens, creating an atmosphere that appeared both chaotic and orderly.

The stark contrast in elements in the scene startled Smith, but he quickly recovered.

Turning my gaze around in this cluttered space, I searched for that patch of old, unkempt hair, half black and half white.

The action was very simple; Smith saw it in just a few breaths.

On a rock rising above the ground, the "zombie-faced" commander stood, surrounded by researchers and officers in protective suits.

He seemed unusually focused as he listened intently to a report from someone who appeared to be the leader of the research team.

And noticed this scene.

Not wanting to miss out on this free information, Smith relied directly on his current superhuman skills.

They weaved among the jagged rocks and craters, quietly making their way closer.

As he drew closer, his keen hearing picked up a series of emotionless, serious reports.

"...We have just collected rocks that resemble flesh and blood tissue and sand grains that have been active. We have conducted basic tests and analyses, and neither of them has been found to have any biological characteristics."

The strange substance, tentatively named 'flesh and rock,' is composed of two parts that are extremely similar to the muscle and connective tissue of mammals.

"However, its light red part exhibits an unusually high degree of hardness, and currently, portable devices are unable to damage the collected components."

"The red substance that binds the white blocks exhibits a certain degree of elasticity and extensibility, but it is also impossible to divide or destroy it artificially. Its toughness far exceeds the limits that experimental equipment can detect."

"The sand-like substance, tentatively named 'Wailing Sand Pile,' has an average volume of 5mm to 10mm and is mottled in color, mostly yellowish-white or grayish-black."

"It appears as grayish-black granules. Spectroscopic analysis of the surface structure suggests it is a semi-rock formed by some calcium deposits."

"The white and milky-yellow particles, based on texture analysis, are considered to be skeletal fragments of some organism." "In the detection of these substances, only optical observation and texture analysis are possible; they cannot be corroded or decomposed using chemical reagents..."

Listening to the series of reports from the researchers beside him, Commander Thomson's deeply lined face grew increasingly solemn.

As the report drew to a close, he turned around to prepare to give some instructions.

But the next second.

An annoying figure appeared in his line of sight, causing his already unpleasant expression to furrow even more.

“Mayor Smith? I think I’ve told you more than once that you’re not allowed to enter areas marked as important.”

Meanwhile, Smith had been standing inconspicuously to the side, eavesdropping on all the reports.

His mind was still racing with various thoughts and speculations when he was interrupted by Commander Thomson's questioning, which was filled with clear anger.

Smith was in high spirits after getting the important information for free, and a smile appeared on his face as he met the old commander's angry eyes.

"Haha~ Maybe I remembered wrong. After all, you know I didn't even look at the file you sent me."

This statement, which was less of an explanation and more of a sarcastic remark, was simply adding fuel to the fire.

Thomson's old face twitched with anger, and he waved his hand to order the soldiers beside him.

"Go! Seize this person who has trespassed into a military restricted area!"

Meanwhile, the soldiers on the other side were filled with uncontrollable rage as they listened to their leader's words.

He glanced at the smiling, indifferent scions of the powerful families over there, and his expression became somewhat hesitant.

Finally, seeing that Thomson hadn't made a move for a long time, he glared at him fiercely.

Then, led by an officer, the soldiers stepped forward and surrounded the man.

"Mr. Smith, please cooperate with us. We do not want to resort to force."

Smith, seeing a group of burly men surrounding him, showed no sign of tension; instead, he smiled easily.

Although he didn't want to break ties with these people right now, it was clear that those words had made the old commander lose his temper.

They actually took the initiative to capture me first.

His brain was clearly clouded by anger, and he no longer realized the significance of this "observation" opportunity that he had obtained by trading most of his businesses.

“Great! I can cooperate with you. The reporters will be ecstatic tomorrow—the military commander has ordered the arrest of ruling officials who have obtained legal observation privileges. America will have plenty of fun for the next month.”

He deliberately spoke loudly, and all the researchers and soldiers present couldn't help but turn their attention to him.

Upon hearing these words, the soldiers who had surrounded them stood still, looking at each other in bewilderment.

On the boulder, noticing the somewhat unnatural expressions on everyone's faces, Thomson realized he had acted impulsively.

After hesitating for a moment, he could only glare at Smith before waving his hand dismissively to dismiss the soldiers.

He himself stepped off the conspicuous rock and led the people behind him to another place, as if he didn't want to see it and be bothered.

Seeing this, Smith smiled smugly and waved to the researchers and soldiers who hadn't yet looked away.

They wandered around the tent as if it were their own home.

However, after wasting just a few minutes, Smith realized it was pointless.

Those boxes, carrying large and small packages, that were pushed out earlier probably packed up and took away everything that was obviously wrong.

The only somewhat jarring element at the scene was a military camouflage cloth covering the entire giant pit, as if it were concealing something.

Wandering around is one thing, but if he actually goes down to try and lift the lid, he'll probably get a beating today.

In order to conceal his current public identity and avoid retaliating, he displayed superhuman strength.

Although I am physically strong now, I have no reason to go looking for a beating.

Although they kept trying different ways to provoke the other party, it was only because they knew the other party wouldn't dare to make a move.

Having searched around without finding anything, he focused his gaze on the camouflage cloth covering the bottom of the pit.

Smith stood there, pondering if there was any way to see what these people were trying so hard to hide.

While he stood there, resting his chin on his hand, deep in thought.

A soft buzzing sound echoed quietly throughout the bottom of the pit.

Ahead of humans, some acoustic detection instruments were the first to detect this abrupt change.

Several oddly shaped metal instruments emitted piercing beeps.

This sudden reaction startled some researchers, who looked up in surprise and stopped what they were doing.

Subsequently, the surrounding soldiers also realized what was happening, and the researchers hurriedly moved away from the central area covered by the curtain.

The soldiers raised their slung rifles and looked nervously at the bottom of the pit where the situation had suddenly changed.

Just when everyone was on edge.

Under the bewildered and uneasy gaze of the crowd, a large section of the huge curtain that covered the entire bottom of the pit suddenly bulged up.

Subsequently.

Rising higher and higher...

(End of this chapter)