Each one of them seemed insane, completely unafraid of being crushed into a pulp by the incoming subway train...

"Trying to run?"

Brian Carter's eyes were filled with fanaticism and excitement, his pupils darting as he swiftly lunged toward the person closest to him.

It was a limping, overweight woman.

This woman had just been struck by the coffee shop clerk's tentacle; her entire left leg was twisted at a bizarre angle, yet she was still struggling to run, albeit very slowly. Sensing Brian Carter approaching from behind, she suddenly turned around and opened her mouth wide—so wide it split all the way to her ears. Her yellow, greasy teeth looked much sharper than usual at this moment.

Right now, she looked nothing like a human, but more like a mindless beast.

"Swish!"

Brian Carter dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding her snapping jaws. Then, with a quick twist of his arm, he snapped her neck.

After that, he leapt forward, rapidly chasing after the other fleeing figures.

In his eyes burned a strange fanaticism, and his speed was eerily swift beyond description. In the blink of an eye, he had already killed four or five "customers." But there were too many of them, all fleeing for their lives. By the time he caught up with and killed four or five "customers," the others had already scattered in all directions. At this point, the subway platform was completely deserted.

"Crack..."

Suddenly, a faint sound echoed through the subway station.

Brian Carter whipped his head around and saw an Old Guard standing inside the security booth, staring at him in terror.

Old Guard was incredibly lucky.

Even though the entire subway station had been ravaged by the battle and was in ruins, the booth somehow remained intact. And he himself was completely unharmed. Yet, at this very moment, he made a small noise, drawing Brian Carter's attention.

Brian Carter stared at him, his eyes deep and pitch-black, and a twisted, excited expression appeared on his face.

In the next instant, he suddenly moved, rushing to the security booth, fingers outstretched, reaching for Old Guard's head.

Old Guard covered his head in terror, hugging it tightly.

But the expected attack never came.

...

...

"Enough..."

Brian Carter shouted angrily, yanking Sophie Carter back.

Sophie Carter's slender fingers had almost reached Old Guard's face, stopping just a few centimeters away.

Sophie Carter was wild, but Brian Carter could still stop her.

Especially when he truly wanted to.

Earlier, during the fight, even a slight misstep would have allowed that monster to catch them, so Brian Carter didn't dare stop Sophie Carter—not even when Brian Carter wanted to escape and Sophie Carter wanted to return. He didn't dare forcibly pull her back, because if they weren't in sync, both their movements and reactions would slow down, possibly putting them in danger. And those "customers" weren't normal anyway, so killing them was no big deal.

But this Old Guard was, without a doubt, a normal, ordinary person. Of course Brian Carter couldn't let Sophie Carter hurt him.

"Alright, alright..."

Sophie Carter was forcibly pulled back by Brian Carter, seemingly very angry. But when she turned her head and saw Brian Carter's face, now twisted with anger, she suddenly became obedient. Her slender arms wrapped around Brian Carter's neck as she smiled and said, "Don't be mad, big brother. I was just trying to protect you, wasn't I? Look at those monsters—they're so fierce and scary..."

"If they're scary, you can just run away..."

Blue veins bulged on Brian Carter's forehead as he tried to say more, but Sophie Carter's expression suddenly changed.

"Oh no, those people are coming. Let's get out of here..."

Brian Carter was startled. He quickly flipped his body, landed on the wall, and rapidly climbed out of the station.

In the now-empty subway station, only bloodstains remained everywhere, along with the trembling Old Guard.

"Rumble..."

The subway suddenly pulled into the station, shaking loose clouds of dust from the ceiling.

At the same time, a white blur flashed through the station—a girl who looked like a porcelain doll appeared.

She was holding an umbrella, her whole body floating in midair.

Right behind her came the roar of a motorcycle; a short-haired woman rode straight in.

They looked around but saw no sign of the psychic monster, nor did they sense any lingering psychic energy. They didn't see the previous observer either. The entire subway station was filled only with broken corpses, blood everywhere, and the coffee shop clerk, nailed to the ground and reduced to a pile of remains. An expression of surprise and fear crept onto the short-haired woman's face.

"How did he do it?"

She muttered in astonishment.

How did a spider-type psychic mutant, without standard weapons or a tactical team, manage to eliminate the source of the contamination?

Her heart was full of suspicion and doubt. As she slowly turned her head, she saw the Old Guard in the security booth.

Old Guard was already scared out of his wits, terror overflowing from his eyes.

In his trembling hands, he still held an old-fashioned digital camera from the previous era.