Full-time Creation Master

Delilah turned around abruptly, the hem of her lab coat brushing against a pool of brain matter. The sticky sensation seeped through the fabric, making her stomach churn, but she forced herself not to vomit.

Her white lab coat was already covered in dark red and dark brown stains, and the once clean fabric was torn in several places, revealing the white lining underneath, which was also stained with blood, and her graceful figure.

She pointed to the perpetrator being pinned to the ground by two soldiers in the distance. The man was still struggling wildly, uttering foul language, and trying to headbutt the soldiers' knees.

Delilah's voice trembled with anger, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth: "Violence can never solve violence!"

"You are the authorities, you pride yourselves on being upright, and you bear the heavy responsibility of maintaining order, yet you enforce the law in a more barbaric way?"

Her gaze slowly swept over the scattered limbs, the air thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh, a nauseating odor.

Severed limbs lay scattered on the ground, some still twitching slightly, clearly indicating that the Divine Talent System was making a final effort!

A head rolled to the corner of the wall, its eyes wide open, seemingly still retaining the fear of its impending death.

She pointed to a group of indigenous children huddled in a corner; the children included white, black, and Asian people, but the majority were white.

Now they huddled together, their eyes filled with terror; some were weeping softly, while others, covered in wounds, stared blankly at everything before them.

Look at them!

These are the people you consider to "need protection"!

The future will only remember what you did today—a massacre in the name of justice!

Hunter walked over, wiping the brains off his fists. The joints of his power armor hissed as the hydraulic transmission whirred, and each step he took on the blood-stained ground made a dull thud, leaving dark footprints.

Behind him, two soldiers from the Fifth Legion quickly followed, trying to escort the agitated Delilah back, but she suddenly shoved them away, causing them to stagger back a few steps.

"Doctor, while you are comfortably studying HI85PO in a constant-temperature laboratory, these white people are using the uteruses of indigenous girls as sex toys and torturing those children at will."

Hunter kicked away half a piece of intestine beside his foot, the metal sole of his boot scraping against the ground with a grating sound. His voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Now you're coming out here talking about human rights? Where were you all this time?"

"But these children are innocent!" Mo Fan suddenly interjected, his brows furrowed.

Looking at the trembling children, he felt a mix of emotions. He then fell silent, his gaze fixed on the chaotic scene before him with complicated feelings.

"innocent?"

Hunter, who was eager to refute Mo Fan, sneered and retrieved data on several children from the storage compartment of his power armor, projecting it into the air.

"Commander Mo Fan, look for yourself, this white kid is the ringleader of school violence, and has seriously injured his classmates no less than ten times."

That dark-skinned kid was involved in kidnapping and extortion; his hands were stained with other people's hard-earned money.

And this bastard, who's only 9 years old, already uses his father's position as district head to accept bribes, force others to take drugs, and even sleeps with children younger than him...

Oh, this white guy is even more powerful; he's even killed several people. "Cruel dismemberment, methods even more ruthless than those used on adults!"

"These few yellow-skinned kids aren't really that evil, but their parents are guilty. Every penny they spend is ill-gotten gains, the people's hard-earned money. You should understand that term better than I do!"

Hunter put away the documents, looking at Mo Fan with icy eyes, showing disdain for the mission target, Delilah.

"They're still young!" Mo Fan said coldly, then, as if remembering something, added, "They need corrective education!"

"Therefore, we should establish rules! Let the rules judge!"

Delilah suddenly grabbed a broken baton from the ground, gripped it tightly in her hand, and pointed it at Hunter.

Her fingers turned white from the force she exerted. Several soldiers behind her exchanged helpless glances.

One of the new recruits quietly touched the amulet his mother had sent him. It was a small jade pendant, and its warm, smooth texture made him feel a little more at ease.

He pursed his lips speechlessly, thinking to himself: Which set of rules?

In this day and age, the rules have long been shattered.

"If you continue this indiscriminate killing, I will refuse to go to the space carrier."

My genetic map data is absolutely crucial to the production of your super soldiers and warrior serums, ranking among the top three in all research institutes!

"HI85PO's core data is in my memory. Whether you need it or use it to trade with other forces, you cannot lose me as your 'most important mission objective.'"

Her voice suddenly rose, with a do-or-die determination, "Either handle it the way civilized society does—treat all the survivors, including the perpetrators, and let the law make the judgment."

"Either I stay here and make your mission a complete failure!"

"Is this a threat?" Yanagawa Takamine's hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

Reflecting the light of blood, the veins on his neck bulged, and the veins on the back of his hands were also clearly visible.

His mind was racing, deciding whether to just knock her unconscious. After all, they were very close to the evacuation point, and he could deal with her later once they got on the ship.

Not far away, mechanic Lao Zhou squatted beside the damaged armored vehicle, cursing the lack of parts while deftly modifying the vehicle-mounted tranquilizer cannon.

He wielded the wrench with incredible speed, sweat beading on his forehead and trickling down his cheeks onto his greasy clothes.

He glanced up at the argument every now and then, thinking to himself: No matter how much you argue, get your weapons ready first, better safe than sorry!

"I'm protecting humanity!" Delilah's scream startled a flock of crows that were pecking at carrion.

They flapped their wings, taking flight in a dark mass, bringing with them a stench and a foul smell.

"When you execute all the perpetrators, how are you any different from them?"

"Commander Mo Fan, is order simply bloody suppression?"

Mo Fan stared at the badge on her lab coat, which was covered in brain matter. The symbol, with its intertwined gear and olive branch, looked particularly blurry in the blood, as if it could be swallowed up at any moment.

The communicator crackled with urgent urging from headquarters and the Quinjet pilot: "Take the target and evacuate immediately!"

Repeat, evacuate immediately!

Please proceed according to the established plan; time is running out!

At that moment, scout Xiao Li rushed over with messy hair and his clothes covered in dust and mud. He reported breathlessly, "Commander Mo Fan, a large heat source has been discovered three kilometers to the east. Preliminary assessment indicates it is a group of mutated creatures that have gone berserk!"

There are approximately 500 of them, mostly low-level demons!

Worse still, the underground magma is spreading upwards, and the surface temperature has already begun to rise!

It's uncertain whether more demons will attack the highlands!

"Dr. Delilah," Hunter's voice was hoarse, carrying a deep... schadenfreude?

"Our evacuation vehicles are Quinjet fighter jets, each of which can carry a maximum of 50 more people."

Considering the increased personnel, the maximum number of people that can be carried by adding a net under the fighter jet is 100; any more would compromise flight safety.

He paused, then continued in a heavy tone, "There are 312 researchers in the laboratory alone, and another 219 logistics and security personnel."

Our escort team reached 200 people after recruiting relevant junior and intermediate level mages and a very small number of martial artists.

In addition, there were 60 family members of the conscripted armed personnel.

That makes 800 people!

"If we remove some less important experimental and logistical staff, we can still reduce the number of people to 450!"

But now there are over 200 people here, including the elderly, women, and children, not including the able-bodied adults, nor counting the constant stream of newcomers.

Hunter's implication was clear: it was simply impossible to take all the disaster victims away!

"Then I'll give my survival allowance to the disaster victims, to these children!"

Without a second thought, Delilah answered immediately. Barefoot, she stepped onto the broken bones and walked towards the group of indigenous children. The stinging pain under her feet only strengthened her resolve.

"You can use tranquilizer darts to subdue the perpetrators, but you must take all the survivors you can with you. Otherwise..."

She held up a blood-stained tablet computer, its screen flashing with preliminary research data on the HI85PO. "I'm going to send the preliminary research data on the HI85PO to the public channel now, so everyone can know."

Hunter's power gloves hummed as they charged, the sound growing louder and louder, carrying an impending burst of rage: "Commander Mo Fan, you saw it, this woman is threatening us, she's utterly ungrateful..."

That's enough.

Mo Fan crushed the communicator in his hand, the shards piercing his palm. Blood dripped from between his fingers, falling onto the dusty battle map and spreading a small patch of dark red.

"Liuchuan, divided into three groups: one group uses tranquilizer darts to subdue all the perpetrators, and the action is swift;"

The second group counted the number of disaster victims who could be evacuated, divided the evacuation teams and migration teams, and gave priority to children and seriously injured people.

Three groups........

He glanced at Delilah's bare feet. "By the way, find the Doctor a pair of boots that fit properly. He's changed out of those high heels; they're inconvenient for him to move around in."

Hunter turned angrily to Delilah, stomped on a thug's eyeball with a sharp crack, and said through gritted teeth, "But if the mission fails because of saving these people, I'll feed your brains and HI85PO data to the demons."

Deliros knelt down and carefully wiped the indigenous girl's face with a blood-stained handkerchief. The movements were so gentle, as if they were handling a rare treasure.

Her fingertips traced the gruesome scar on the girl's abdomen, and she whispered, "Deal."

"But Commander Hunter, when you see the true purpose of the HI85PO, you'll thank me for forcing you to choose humanity today."

She glanced at Mo Fan, who was reporting the situation to his superiors, and a subtle smile appeared on her lips. She thought to herself: This guy is surprisingly good!

Mo Fan hung up the call, took a deep breath, and ordered everyone, "Move out! Time is running out!"

"GO! GO! GO!"

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