Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
He Zheng and Miao Wei both were knocked unconscious, and then Zhu Xiong skillfully took out two syringes from the armor he carried and injected them into their bodies.
"Their physical condition seems off, will this work?"
Gan Xinglei expressed his concern with a worried glance.
Zhu Xiong grinned and said, "We use this when capturing Second-grade Monsters; it's a newly refined substance from the lab. It seems like the hospitals are preparing to try it as an anesthetic replacement."
The toxin was still a paralyzing poison, but its use was gradually being promoted.
Gan Xinglei widened his eyes, "So, this is how the patrol team plays, huh."
Reminded by Gan Xinglei, Zhu Xiong suddenly felt that something might be amiss and said, "But you're right, there seems to be something in this guy's body. Wang Huan, find a couple of brothers to strip off their plate armor, put it on them, seal it tight, just leave a hole to breathe."
"Yes, Captain."