nucmednet Chapter 75 The methods are truly despicable.
Chapter 75 The methods are truly despicable.
In a dead corner of the sewage pipes, the agent crouched in ankle-deep water, quietly assembling his equipment.
He washed the three empty bottles with the murky water from the sewer, emptied them, spun them dry, and then filled them two-thirds full with quicklime. Finally, he tore off a piece of coarse burlap that smelled strongly of acid, soaked it in the puddles, and stuffed it tightly into the mouth of the glass bottle.
The moisture in the damp linen seeps downwards, and it's only a matter of time before it comes into contact with the quicklime.
Two finished glass bottles were hung on the metal buckle of his belt, while the third was held in his hand. The agent draped the remaining foul-smelling burlap over himself; the mud and stench completely masked his original human scent.
He slid silently into the crocodile-infested pond like a piece of rotten wood washed down from upstream.
As a veteran MapleStory player, no one knows the situation beneath the abandoned city better than him.
The water in the crocodile pool was thick and had a nauseating dark green color. Several mutated crocodiles, each over four meters long and covered with thick bony plates on their backs, swam slowly on the surface.
The agent lowered his breathing rate and slowed his heart rate.
Suddenly, a crocodile's tail swept across his thigh, its rough scales scraping against his leather armor.
The crocodile stopped, its huge nostrils flaring, and brought it closer to sniff.
The strong smell of excrement mixed with ammonia assaulted its olfactory nerves. The crocodile snorted dully, disdainfully wiggled its limbs, and swam away into the distance.
In its judgment mechanism, this foul-smelling object doesn't even qualify as rotting flesh, since no crocodile would want to eat excrement.
The agents continued their advance without showing any emotion.
He waded through treacherous waters and found the number one trash can, marked with coordinates, behind a load-bearing pillar piled with scrap metal.
The trash can was half-submerged in water, with a thick layer of grease at the bottom. The agent reached in and felt around, and a few seconds later pulled out a sphere wrapped in a waterproof tarpaulin.
Tearing open the tarpaulin revealed a delivery note stained with oil.
"Use Dor to guard the sluice gate in Area A. That shipment with gears must not be exposed. Anyone who dares to approach will be fed to Dor."
Wow, I'm only at the first reincarnation, is it really necessary to give me a level 65 BOSS?
The agent inwardly scoffed, casually stuffing the piece of paper into his inner pocket. Having obtained the intelligence, he retraced his steps, preparing to leave the area.
But the waterway back was blocked.
Three crocodiles were resting on the shallows of the only passageway. Above them, on a ten-meter-high iron bridge, two henchmen of the Wild Boar Brotherhood, wearing leather vests, were leaning against the railing smoking and occasionally spitting into the water below.
Forcing your way in is impossible.
The agent stood in waist-deep water, his eyes quickly scanning the entire junkyard. He needed to create a commotion to distract the crocodiles and their henchmen.
His gaze locked onto a raised, black mountain of garbage at the far end of the pool. It was thirty meters from the iron bridge, and the commotion from the explosion would be enough to draw the aggro of all the monsters there.
The agent pulled a glass bottle from his waist. He used his thumb to pry open the waterproof cork, and the soaked linen began to absorb water rapidly.
One…two…he counted in his mind for two seconds.
With his arm raised, the glass bottle traced a perfect arc in the dim air, falling precisely towards the black mountain of garbage.
However, just as the bottle was about to hit the ground, the mountain of garbage moved.
Black sludge peeled off the raised carapace, and a colossal creature, several times larger than an ordinary crocodile, awoke from its slumber.
It is the absolute ruler of this waterway, the Crocodile King Dol.
Awakened by the falling object, Dor, driven by the instinct of a wild predator to protect its prey, tilted its head back and opened its massive, barbed mouth.
It caught the glass bottle in mid-air and swallowed it.
The agent remained in the throwing posture, half of his body submerged in dirty water, his body almost stiff.
He watched as Dole smacked his lips, seemingly savoring the taste of the hard-crusted pastry he had just eaten.
Meanwhile, a middle school chemistry equation involuntarily surfaced in the agent's mind.
When quicklime comes into contact with water, it turns into slaked lime, releasing a large amount of heat. Meanwhile, the pressure exerted on the sealed glass bottle by the combined effects of the crocodile's highly acidic stomach acid and the high-temperature gas is increasing exponentially.
Two seconds of deathly silence.
Dol's massive body stiffened abruptly as if electrocuted, its thick tail slapping the water's surface and splashing water several meters high.
A dull thud came from inside its abdominal cavity.
The glass bottle exploded inside its stomach.
High-temperature steam mixed with highly alkaline substances expanded wildly in the crocodile king's digestive tract.
Dol let out a distorted scream, and its belly, which had been lying flat on the ground, swelled up inexplicably like an inflating balloon.
The severe gastrointestinal spasms robbed this once-arrogant overlord of all his dignity.
Dol began to roll wildly in the pool, his limbs twitching uncontrollably. Then, a high-pressure jet of semi-digested carrion, stomach acid, and filthy sewer fluid, like a high-pressure fire hose that had gone out of control, sprayed indiscriminately outwards in a fan shape from both ends.
The warm and deadly biochemical fluid, carrying extremely strong corrosiveness and kinetic energy, directly washed over the iron bridge overhead.
The two gangsters didn't even have time to scream before they were slammed against the rusty wire mesh by the indescribable mudslide, and then slid into the boiling pool below with screams.
The entire crocodile pond was in complete chaos. The once ferocious crocodiles were terrified by their leader's excrement and the horrific state, and frantically fled into the surrounding sewer pipes.
The surface of the water was covered with indescribable murky foam, and the smell was enough to make anyone faint on the spot.
The agent silently took two steps back, pressing his body as close to the pipe wall as possible to avoid the parabolic trajectory of the jet.
He stared expressionlessly at Dol, who was writhing in the mud, foaming at the mouth. Once he confirmed that the behemoth was truly in a state of unbearable agony due to a perforated stomach, he stepped over the wreckage and approached.
He used his short dagger to pry off a piece of hard, blood-stained bone scale from Dol's detached carapace.
This should serve as additional proof for meeting Dakru.
The agent stuffed the bone scales into his pouch, shook the slime off his dagger, and turned to step onto another deserted waterway.
Behind him, the crocodile king's mournful convulsions echoed for a long time in the sewage pipe.
……
With a nauseating smell lingering, the agent returned to the broken gear door.
Quan Dakai's workshop was unusually quiet.
The wine glasses that were originally on the table were gone, and the drawings were neatly packed away.
Quan Dakai stood by the table, holding a scented handkerchief tightly over his mouth and nose.
He looked at the agent, who was covered in mud and carrying a piece of Crocodile King armor, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, but he ultimately didn't say a word.
A tall figure, completely shrouded in a black robe, slowly emerged from the shadows, moving with absolutely silent steps.
He stopped five meters away from the agent, looking at the filth on the agent's body, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes hidden under the hood.
"The methods used are truly despicable."
A deep voice echoed in the basement, carrying an air of arrogance and disgust.
But the next second, a dark stone slab engraved with the Black Knight totem pierced through the stench permeating the air and landed steadily in the agent's hand.
"I like."