Mobile reading: Since no attacks had been launched on the other groups, Silver Mask Man was fairly certain that the intruder was a single individual. E-book: Another question arose immediately—how could one person have transported dozens of bombs, when he hadn’t even considered that both the bombs and the heavy machine guns were drawn from the weapons depots here? Moreover, Qin Daxiao was a man who valued practicality; given that the Naji storage unit had such vast capacity, it would have been a waste if not fully utilized. Thus, he conscientiously stocked up all the weapons he particularly favored, nearly emptying several of the depots. Yet, he failed to notice the green-tipped ammunition—this particular type was a game-changer against the mutated humanoid creatures. Slightly disappointed, he fired off a steady barrage: thump, thump, tap, tap, tap. With one handgun and one light machine gun, he launched a surprise assault from above, eliminating four members of a squad within just two seconds. Then, another figure darted into the small tripod. Within less than a minute, the second group arrived, had not yet had time to check on their fallen comrades, and were swiftly dealt with by Qin, just as he had done before. In the command room, the silver-masked Nan slammed one fist onto the table, furious: "We still can't catch the intruders, and we've lost over a dozen of our own—this is utterly disappointing. Dispatch senior assassins immediately!" A staff member replied: "Lord Blood God, the new batch of senior assassins has only completed 90% of their genetic modifications. Sending them out now would entail significant risk." "Is that really more serious than having our entire force wiped out?" he snapped. "Execute the order immediately, or I'll shoot you!" "Yes," the man quickly typed on the keyboard and finally pressed the red button beside it. Beneath the fortress, in a secret laboratory, several tall glass cylinders once filled with pale blue liquid were rapidly being drained, revealing human bodies fitted with various tubes of differing thickness. This was where the mutated humanoid creatures were created. Suddenly, several humans, who had been closed-eyed, opened their eyes simultaneously. They removed the tubes from their bodies and proceeded to a nearby equipment cabinet, where they donned specially prepared gear. Soon, all the individuals were fully equipped and issued the command to eliminate the intruders. Qin Feng enjoyed himself immensely, having nearly dispatched all the squads. He found the invaders' frailty rather unsatisfying. The invaders simply couldn't adapt to his seemingly lazy tactics—frequently vanishing into thin air or suddenly reappearing, leaving even seasoned assassins or cultivators at a disadvantage. Sitting cross-legged on a chair, he casually watched the cameras above him swaying back and forth, yet remained completely undetected. A sudden tension filled the air. Qin Feng furrowed his brow, scanning the surroundings, and noticed at least twelve people with fierce attitudes had already surrounded the area. Ten of them exuded the distinctive aura of mutated humanoid beings—due to incomplete genetic transformation, they lacked the ability of true mutated beings to project a refined, contained presence. Good timing. Qin Feng thought. He'd been eager to fight, and now these bunch of you show up in a group to charge straight into battle—what a generous gesture! "Every senior assassin, transform immediately. Make no reservations toward your enemies," commanded the man in the silver mask. All twelve began transforming without any prior warning. Their attire, strong and elastic, perfectly adapted to the rapid expansion of their bodies. Qin, the young lord, was momentarily stunned. Goodness, they just transformed without so much as a word of greeting—what a lack of courtesy! A flying sword. The green steel sword pierced the slowest transformer, leaving a deep wound in the man's right chest. Yet, an unusual sight unfolded—the wounded mutant humanoid healed at an astonishing pace, completing the recovery in no more than 0.5 seconds. Without the tear in his clothing, even Qin Feng himself might have doubted whether he had been injured at all. This phenomenon occurred because, immediately after emerging from the nutrient solution, the mutant's bodily functions were at peak performance; once this period passed, his rapid healing ability would fade. The twelve warriors wielded a diverse array of weapons—some with piercing axes, others with spear-head hammers, while others carried large cross swords and mallets. Two of them even carried devices resembling lightweight howitzers. They coordinated seamlessly, launching a synchronized assault. Both howitzers fired simultaneously, sending 80-millimeter shells roaring toward Qin Feng. He executed a swift sidestep and leap, and the shrapnel whistled past him, narrowly missing. He drew the pistol he had borrowed from the chef at the tavern, its magazine containing only fourteen rounds—he had to be careful, having personally witnessed the golden-haired man, once transformed, taken several shots before finally falling. Boom… The bullet struck a man's heart, green fluid seeping through and corroding the wound into a terrifying gaping hole, the corrosive effect continuing unabated. Yet the man resisted with powerful regenerative abilities, though he couldn't match the pace of the corrosion, it wasn't enough to kill him within a short time. In the command room, the man with the silver mask was startled, "How does he have special ammunition? It must have come from the tavern—this is the only explanation. Clearly, this person was well-prepared. Fortunately, the assassin has just left the nutrient tray; otherwise, he would have suffered badly!" A hatchet flew toward Qin Feng, and the wielder, seemingly conjuring it from nowhere, produced a second one and hurled it with renewed force. Meanwhile, two figures wielding cross-swords sealed off his space for evasive maneuvers, one on each side. You really think this will force me to yield? You've underestimated the Chinese cultivators! I'm going to vanish right in front of you. He simply disappeared—his silhouette passed through the air—two axes shot through him and flew toward the two figures holding the cross swords. The two quickly raised their long swords, sending the father and son flying. Suddenly, Qin Feng appeared behind them, raising his lance and firing two arrows that struck the back of each man's skull. Pfft... Pfft... The left mutant humanoid slumped to the ground, his face twisted and turning a strange green. The other one had his skull blown off, revealing a pale, bone-white brain. The one without a skull seemed to be in worse condition, yet he remained upright. In contrast, the one who had fallen lost his transformation ability quickly and reverted to his original form—now completely lifeless. Hah! No matter how many times you transform, you can't escape the fact that your head is always the vital part. Qin Feng was delighted—finally, he'd found their weakness. From now on, the fight would go much smoother. In the command room, the silver-masked male said angrily, "Didn't you guys have a task to develop a bullet-resistant helmet? What are you even doing!" A staff member replied softly, "The assassins were already wearing them. At the time, you instructed that they just needed to withstand regular bullet impacts—definitely not special bullets. If they were protected against those, the mutant human beings might betray the organization, and we wouldn't have any way to eliminate them."