Seeing the monster act like that, Natasha's heart tightened again. After narrowly avoiding being struck several times, the monster's tongue suddenly lashed straight toward her, and Natasha had no choice but to leap into the air.
But because of that, the moment it sensed the vibration, the Licker immediately continued whipping its tongue around, trying to bind her and drag her into the flames with it.
Under the Licker's frenzied assault, Natasha, still in midair, suddenly felt a sharp constriction around her waist.
Its tongue had wrapped itself tightly around her.
The next second, the Licker gave a violent yank, trying to drag her over.
Feeling the overwhelming force around her waist, Natasha hardened her resolve. Struggling with all her strength, she grabbed the fire axe lying not far away. Then, with her left hand, she seized the monster's slimy tongue and gave it a hard pull.
At the same time, her right hand swung down without hesitation.
In an instant, accompanied by a sharp slicing sound through the air, the monster's tongue was severed into two pieces.
And after its tongue was cut, the monster seemed to give up entirely.
It stopped struggling altogether and collapsed straight to the ground.
Then it simply let the flames devour its body.
Only after seeing the monster finally die did Natasha, after surviving so many life-and-death moments, feel her strength fully drain away. She immediately slumped onto the ground without caring about appearances, gasping for breath.
By now, the training room no longer retained any of its original cleanliness.
The floor was covered in blood, with chunks of flesh scattered everywhere.
Even from a distance, Natasha could smell the revolting stench of death coming from the monster's body.
And just then, in the room that had finally fallen quiet, several vents suddenly opened.
In an instant, streams of gas began dispersing into the room through the openings.
Not long after, the entire room filled with a semi-transparent haze.
Natasha, who had been lying on the floor recovering her strength, finally lost consciousness completely.
Soon after, the door opened, and a squad of Blackwatch soldiers wearing hazmat suits entered in full alert.
Only after confirming that Natasha had no ability left to resist did they begin reaching for the handcuffs they had brought, intending to lock her wrists behind her back.
But in the next instant, the situation changed abruptly.
Natasha, who had seemed unconscious on the ground just moments ago, suddenly snapped her eyes open. Right in front of the Blackwatch soldiers, she seized the arm reaching toward her and twisted it in reverse. Then, moving like a snake, she coiled around several times and tried to use the momentum to throw the first soldier away.
But this time, she was destined to fail.
She drove her hips and threw all her strength into the motion, intending to fling him aside and use the rebound to deal with the others and seize their gas masks.
Instead, Natasha discovered that the soldier pinned beneath her was like a block of iron, holding her firmly in place without budging in the slightest.
And when Natasha glanced downward, it was almost as if she could see the face beneath the mask smiling at her in contempt for overestimating herself.
The next moment, the world spun before her eyes.
The Blackwatch soldier Natasha had wrapped up suddenly grabbed her calf with his powerful right hand and swung her up into the air.
After spinning her around several times on the spot, he hurled her straight toward his teammates.
The other two soldiers had clearly anticipated it.
They were already waiting in place, each catching one side of her body.
Before Natasha could launch a counterattack, she felt a brutal blow strike the back of her neck, and she immediately blacked out for real.
"Take her away."
As that cold command was given, one of the Blackwatch soldiers cuffed Natasha's hands behind her back, hauled her upright, and dragged her out.
"Boss, how should we handle this spy next?"
At that moment, the deputy, who had witnessed the entire scene through the surveillance feed, looked at Killian with a flattering expression and asked.
"Brainwash her first. Make sure all memories of the underground laboratory are erased."
"Then disinfect her. Have professionals check whether she has any wounds. Make sure she hasn't been infected with the T-Virus."
"After that, wait for my orders."
After hearing the deputy's question, Killian coldly gave the instructions and then hung up the video call.
Next, he needed to find some allies who could speak on his behalf.
So he picked up the phone on his desk, selected a name, and immediately placed the call.
"Hahaha, Mr. Killian, I was just about to call you myself. Thanks to you, our military has decided to expand cooperation with you over the next couple of days. We're preparing to order several more Tyrants. That thing of yours is a battlefield deterrent on the front lines."
"With that kind of power, even with advance preparation, I can't imagine how we'd lose unless the enemy had artillery support from several regiments."
Before Killian could even speak first, a rough voice came from the other end of the phone, full of obvious delight.
Lately, Ross had truly made a name for himself within the military.
Under his command, and with the Tyrants deployed in direct combat, dealing with terrorists armed with RPGs and light machine guns had become a one-sided slaughter.
They had carried out nearly dozens of missions, and every time, with help from Pioneer Technology's research team, the Tyrants had performed their tasks exceptionally well.
Their only flaw was that they were not very good at taking prisoners alive.
Other than that, they were practically flawless.
In fact, the combat data on the Tyrants had already been reviewed by the military's top two leaders, and both of them had expressed extremely high praise.
As Ross had said, the Tyrants were still only laboratory-stage products.
They had not yet matured enough.
If, in the future, they could all become soldiers who retained their consciousness, then their army would become truly unstoppable.
As a result, the top brass had immediately praised General Ross for his long-term strategic vision.
After further study, they had even approved a plan to increase funding for biological weapons research over the coming decades.
And Ross would be the primary person in charge of that department.
If he wanted, the military could immediately accelerate cooperation with Pioneer Technology on the Tyrant project and further expand investment.
Or they could restart the Super Soldier Program themselves.
In short, after witnessing the Tyrants' outstanding battlefield performance, everyone had started dreaming about super soldiers again.
(End of Chapter)
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