The brief talk concluded, and the monsters left the basement one by one, scattering to hide in various secret locations throughout Yueyue City.
Although these monsters belonged to an organization, it was merely for self-preservation, and their sole enemy was the Disaster Containment Facility. They did not get along well in their daily lives, feeling uneasy even when simply in each other's presence.
In the basement, only the mass of viscous asphalt remained. It slowly slithered to the center of the room, then began to swell, filling the entire basement.
The bubbles squeezed against each other, emitting a grating sound that seemed to endlessly repeat three words.
"Containment… containment…"
…
Upon seeing the barrier rise, Wen Wen smiled. That barrier was their signal to begin their operation, and now he needed to create a disturbance at the mission location immediately.
He stamped his foot, and his space ring on his toe flashed. A giant dynamite pack, as tall as a person, appeared beside him.
What could be more suitable for creating a disturbance than dynamite?
Wen Wen patted the giant dynamite pack, lamenting, "This pack of dynamite is worth quite a few demon hunter coins… I wonder if the association will reimburse me after the mission… No, they absolutely must reimburse me, otherwise… hehe."
While he spoke of regret, his expression was one of eager anticipation, much like a mischievous child during the New Year who can't wait to find something to blow up with firecrackers.
So, everyone except Chu Wei backed away from Wen Wen. This guy was definitely not normal; what normal person carried such a large pack of dynamite with them?
Furthermore, such mischievous children might even throw firecrackers into a cesspit while someone else is in the toilet. Who knew what someone with Wen Wen's expression might do?
Wen Wen's gaze swept across the gathered hunters, then settled on a building next to the stadium.
According to the information provided by Yuan Xiao, this building was entirely occupied by personnel from a pseudo-tiger breeding center and had no human residents, making it the ideal target for Wen Wen to strike.
After selecting his target, Wen Wen trimmed the fuse, leaving only a finger's length. He ignited the fuse, and for one to two seconds, nothing happened, causing the hunters to tremble with fear.
Just as someone couldn't bear it and was about to run, Wen Wen snapped his fingers, and both he and the dynamite pack vanished from their sight. In less than a second, Wen Wen reappeared in the same spot, but the dynamite pack was gone.
Returning, Wen Wen smiled and spread his hands, saying, "The prelude to chaos has begun, my colleagues, the carnival has started!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening explosion erupted from the building. Intense flames spewed from every window, and then the massive structure collapsed with a roar, its dust engulfing everything around it.
Many pseudo-tigers inside the building were torn to shreds by the blast before they could escape, though quite a few managed to leap from the ruins.
While the dynamite was powerful, its widespread effect, aside from the immediate blast zone, was insufficient to kill monsters of disaster class or higher.
Wen Wen drew his Blade of Corruption, tied a chain to its hilt, and spun it idly. Then, with light steps, he walked towards the stadium.
The other hunters immediately dispersed. Each of them had their own tasks for this operation, and most were not acting together.
The collapsing building caused immediate chaos among the surrounding pseudo-tigers. However, hidden beneath the dust and smoke, Wen Wen entered the stadium without being detected.
"The effect of that perfume is quite good…"
Wen Wen took out a cat-ear cup, poured the remaining perfume into it, and put it away. This perfume might be useful in the future.
Upon entering the stadium, Wen Wen's smile vanished. For humans, this place was hell.
The green field at the center of the venue was stained red with blood. Every five meters, a large wooden stake was driven into the ground. Tied to each stake was a person, with dozens of them bound there.
These individuals were all in a state of partial transformation into pseudo-tigers. Some had developed tiger claws, others had tiger heads. They were enduring immense agony, to the point where blood seeped from their pores.
Wen Wen had always believed that compared to the sea urchin virus, the tiger plague virus was much faster in its infection and the infected did not suffer as much pain.
He had never imagined that the transformation process would be such an agonizing ordeal, reshaping a person's bones, muscles, and skin over several hours while the infected remained conscious, forcing them into a different form.
Compared to this, the sea urchin virus was truly much milder.
Mere transformation was not the worst of it; Wen Wen even saw pseudo-tiger researchers in white coats studying humans who were halfway through their transformation.
Their research method involved vivisection to observe the transformation process and find the optimal solution for it.
Filled with anger, Wen Wen stood at the entrance for a long while. His black hair grew wild, forming a massive black skull behind his head.
This striking skull triggered an instinctive alert in the pseudo-tigers. The figure standing at the stadium entrance was extremely dangerous!
Several tiger warriors, armed with various weapons, charged at Wen Wen, intending to slay this human infiltrator. But in the next instant, they were engulfed by his black hair, sliced into pieces.
His black hair spread like a tide throughout the entire stadium, coiling around the necks of every half-human, half-tiger bound on the field. Then, with a powerful tug, his steel-wire-like hair cleanly severed their necks, ending their lives.
"I cannot save you… but I can at least end your suffering."
The association, possessing mysterious technology, had already developed an antidote through special research. However, this antidote would take at least five hours to fully take effect, and it was useless against individuals who had already completed their transformation.
The weaker the life form, the faster it was transformed by the tiger plague virus. Ordinary humans would be converted into pseudo-tigers in just four to five hours.
Those who had just been infected could still be cured by the antidote, but those halfway through their transformation, even if injected with the antidote, were beyond saving. If Wen Wen left them as they were, they would only become enemies.
With a heavy heart, after killing all the infected, Wen Wen took out a music box, wound it up, put it in his pocket, and smiled menacingly at the pseudo-tigers in the stadium:
"I am a very generous person, so even though you have made me this unhappy, I do not intend to kill you myself. Instead, I will invite you to dance!"
Eerie music emanated from the music box. The weaker pseudo-tigers, to their horror, found their bodies beginning to move rhythmically to the music, and they were unable to stop themselves.
"You will keep dancing like this, until… death!"