MMB Chapter 243 Infiltration
Chapter 243 Infiltration
The Pentagon's highest operations command center.
At this moment, this place has become a sea of joy.
The pungent smell of cigars mingled with the aroma of fine champagne. Bureaucrats clinked glasses and laughed loudly.
The big screen froze on the image of Shoggoth being blown into pieces.
The security chief, holding a glass of champagne, walked up to the military representative and patted him hard on the shoulder.
"Well done, General."
"We have once again proven to the world that no living being can challenge the firepower of the United States." The director was beaming.
The military representative exhaled a smoke ring and smiled smugly:
"Of course."
Just because a nuclear bomb can't kill someone doesn't mean that a saturation physical attack can't kill them.
Carbon-based organisms have their limits.
His Excellency the President has sent a congratulatory message, and we will hold a victory parade in Washington tomorrow.
"Those allies who refused to provide aid must be regretting it now."
The bureau chief sneered, "We'll settle accounts with them properly after the parade ends."
It can be said that at this moment, everything is in a state of peace and prosperity.
The soldiers gathered in twos and threes around the campfire, drinking beer and boasting about the day's battles.
Public washrooms on the edge of the camp.
Private Tom stood in front of the mirror, washed his face with cold water, then closed his eyes and grabbed a towel from the side to wipe it haphazardly.
Just then, the bathroom door was pushed open with a slight creak.
"Hey, Jack, you're still awake?" Tom asked casually without turning around.
But there was no response from behind.
Tom put down the towel and looked in the mirror.
In the mirror, he saw his roommate Jack standing straight behind him.
However, at this moment, Jack's face was ashen, his eyes were empty, and he had no life in sight.
"Jack? What's wrong? Have you had too much to drink?"
Seeing this, Tom turned around and reached out to push Jack's shoulder.
But the moment his hand touched Jack...
Jack's jaw suddenly split open.
It wasn't just his mouth opening; the entire lower half of his face was torn apart from the middle, all the way down to his chest.
No blood flowed out.
Only a large mass of thick, wriggling, foul-smelling black sludge gushed out from Jack's cracked body.
Before Tom could even scream, his face was covered in a cloud of black mud.
The silt rushed into his body through his nasal cavity, mouth, and ears.
Just two seconds.
Jack's body deflated like a punctured balloon, instantly shrinking away.
The grayish-white skin quickly dissolved, turning into a pool of yellow water that flowed away through the drain, leaving not even a trace of bone.
Tom stood still.
The body convulsed violently.
His bones made a teeth-grinding grinding sound.
A few seconds later, Tom stopped convulsing. He looked up at the mirror.
Tom in the mirror tilted his head. Deep within his once azure pupils, a pure black surged.
He grinned, revealing an extremely stiff and eerie smile.
He straightened his disheveled collar, turned off the tap, and walked out of the bathroom.
Inside the camp, the campfire still burned brightly.
Tom walked up to a military jeep.
A major is checking a list against a document.
"Private Tom! Return to unit!"
Tom gave a standard military salute.
The major looked up, glanced at him, and frowned slightly: "What's that smell on you? It's so fishy?"
"Sir, I got some on my hands while cleaning up the remains of the monster from the daytime."
Tom's answer was flawless, and his voice was completely normal.
The major didn't suspect anything and waved his hand:
"Get in the car. The commander has ordered us to transport a batch of wreckage samples back to the Washington Institute overnight. You drive."
"Yes, sir."
Tom got into the driver's seat and started the engine.
The jeeps drove out of the camp and merged into the traffic heading to the east coast.
There were dozens of similar military vehicles in the traffic.
Inside those military vehicles sat dozens of "soldiers" whose pupils gleamed with a dark light.
……
Soon, the convoy arrived in Washington, D.C.
And, guided by the military, they arrived at a secret testing base of the Ministry of National Defense.
Special Grade Biological Specimen Research Institute.
Under the glaring operating lights, several scientists wearing fully enclosed hazmat suits were surrounding a huge constant-temperature isolation chamber.
Inside the quarantine container were the "monster remains" that had just been transported back from the front lines.
A few pieces of charred, rotten flesh.
Dr. Smith, the institute's director, stood outside the glass wall, holding a walkie-talkie:
"Set the temperature to minus fifty degrees."
Prepare for slide sampling.
This is the greatest biological discovery of this century. If its regenerative genes are cracked, the US super-soldier program could be extended by fifty years.
Inside the glass wall, Tom and another corporal stood expressionless on either side of the isolation box.
"Hey, you two soldiers, unlock the box and then go to the disinfection room."
A scientist gave the order without even looking up.
Tom didn't move.
He slightly raised his head and stared intently at the scientist through the goggles of his hazmat suit.
His lips curled into an extremely exaggerated arc.
"Sir, this doesn't need to be sliced."
Suddenly, Tom spoke.
His voice became hoarse and thick, as if there was a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat.
The scientist turned around impatiently: "What nonsense are you talking about? Follow orders!"
However, before he could finish speaking...
boom!
The reinforced glass of the isolation box suddenly shattered from the inside.
The charred, rotten flesh, which should have been dead, instantly turned into a pool of boiling black sludge, which lunged at the scientist.
The moment the chemical protective suit came into contact with the black mud, it was like plastic encountering strong acid—hissing and smoking, melting through instantly.
"ah--!"
A scream came from the scientist's mouth, but it was choked up in his throat after only half a second.
The black mud frantically burrowed into the scientist's body through the opening.
At the same time, Tom and the corporal also moved.
Their bodies swelled violently like inflated balloons, and their uniforms burst open instantly.
Two huge slits split open on its back, and several black tentacles covered in barbs shot out like lightning, piercing directly through the chests of the other two scientists.
"God! Alarm! Press the alarm!"
Outside the glass wall, Dr. Smith was terrified and frantically pounded on the emergency button.
The piercing red alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire underground research institute.
But it was too late.
The three scientists inside the glass wall didn't shed a single drop of blood; their bodies quickly withered, and then their skin cracked open, from which three brand-new black, fleshy monsters emerged.
Ignoring Smith, they smashed through the louvers of the nearby ventilation duct, turning into puddles of black mud, and quickly burrowed inside.
Smith slumped to the ground, staring at the empty laboratory, his crotch soaked.
The ventilation ducts are interconnected.
It connects every floor of the entire testing facility and the Ministry of Defense building.
This also includes the top-floor banquet hall where a victory celebration is being held.