True Apocalypse Game

An endless wave of power surged through him!

Kavan felt his arm. His skin and muscles seemed to have grown considerably harder, and they were still continuing to harden. Simultaneously, his strength and senses were now far beyond ordinary!

In the darkness of the base, his vision had actually become clearer!

A wave of excitement also surged within him, making him desperate for a slaughter!

He had thought this so-called Serum No. 0 was a complete joke, but he never expected it to be this effective!

’It’s just... a little hot...’

’But compared to this power, a little heat is nothing.’

"Hold your positions," Hall said over the comms, signaling for everyone in the vehicle to remain calm.

Although the convoy’s identity had been verified, they still couldn’t move freely without the base commander’s permission. Over a dozen heavily armed soldiers were monitoring them, including sentries in the surrounding fortifications.

Outside a nearby building, the base commander was striding toward them, a puzzled look on his face.

He was puzzled by the sudden appearance of this special forces unit, as he hadn’t received any prior notice about them. However, when he inquired with Central Theater Command Headquarters, the reply confirmed that the squad was legitimate.

’Where on earth did this baffling squad come from?’

They were wearing the military uniforms of Turkey, clearly a squad on an infiltration mission.

’Could it be the work of the CIA?’

After all, those bastards who love to pull dirty tricks in the shadows had always had plenty of people operating covertly in the area.

Over the years, by throwing around tons of USD and equipment, they’d raised one pack of hounds after another, only to have them bite back. This forced them to raise new hounds to tear apart the old ones, creating a vicious cycle.

From the Taliban to ISIS, and now the Kurds, those politicians back home seemed to have learned absolutely nothing in their mad scramble to line the pockets of the military-industrial complex. They were completely insane.

Cursing the politicians in his mind, the commander of Incirlik Air Base walked over, flanked by more than a dozen heavily armed guards.

At the same time, several surrounding searchlights swiveled over, completely illuminating the convoy and making it stand out starkly.

Inside the vehicles, the soldiers, including Kavan, once again grew tense and excited.

The serum they had just injected made their bodies burn and itch. They desperately wanted to rip off their clothes, let out savage roars, and tear every target to shreds.

"GRIND... CRUNCH..." A sound like grinding stones came from Kavan’s mouth.

His teeth were growing rapidly, and he was grinding them together.

Ivanovic’s deep voice soothed them over the comms channel:

"Quiet. Just ten more seconds. The moment the lights go out, you strike. Kill everyone in this base... Remember, be quick. Slit their throats first. Try not to shoot. Use your daggers... or your claws..."

Panting heavily, Kavan stared at the approaching base commander and asked, "How do you know the lights... will go out..." As he spoke, he drew a black tungsten steel dagger from his waist and glanced down, noticing the back of his hand was already covered in bulging veins. His muscles seemed to be swelling.

His skin seemed to be hardening as well, turning into a thick, calloused hide.

’What in the world is this Serum No. 0?’

’Adrenaline?’

Ivanovic replied quickly:

"Incirlik Base relies on Turkey’s domestic power grid. During a previous diplomatic dispute between Eagle Country and Turkey, the Turks cut the base’s power. The same thing is going to happen today... Everyone, remember: your first priority is to clear out the base."

By this point, the commander of Incirlik Air Base was less than ten meters from the convoy. Hall and Ivanovic had already stepped out of their vehicle.

"You..." The commander had just spoken one word when, with a sudden SNAP, all the lights in the base went out, plunging the area into absolute darkness!

Suddenly plunged from bright light into darkness, the guards at the base were instantly blinded and couldn’t see a thing.

"Damn Turks—"

The next instant, before the commander could finish his sentence, he sensed a dark shadow dart in front of him. A cold slash crossed his throat, followed immediately by searing pain.

The base commander clapped a hand to his throat, only to find his windpipe and both carotid arteries had been severed. Blood sprayed out like a fountain!

He pressed down hard on his throat, but it was useless. Weakness rapidly overcame him. As his body trembled, just before losing consciousness, the commander saw a dark figure leap several meters into the air with inhuman strength. It scrambled onto a nearby sentry post and snapped the guard’s neck.

In the pitch-black darkness, over a hundred figures burst from the convoy, swiftly eliminating all the base’s guards.

They relied only on their powerful bodies, their agile speed, and their frenzied lust for slaughter!

Putting on his infrared night-vision goggles, Ivanovic watched the mercenaries moving at high speed, hunting the base’s guards like wild beasts. He couldn’t help but marvel:

"Hall, where in the world did you get this stuff? Did the Society develop it in-house? It’s incredible! They’re strong, tireless, and their durability is astonishing. Tsk, tsk... makes me want to take a shot myself."