FBI: Chapter 155: I’ll Bite You

“Bang!”

Leon kicked away a four-legged Mold Beast, then drew his pistol and fired continuously.

The four-legged Mold Beast collapsed.

“Damn it, is this thing really that tough?” Leon frowned. “It takes over a dozen bullets hitting near its vital points to kill it? Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?”

“Compared to the data on various zombies and B.O.W.s that BSAA shared with us, the strength of this Mold Beast is indeed a bit high.”

Coulson leaned against Leon’s back, also drawing his gun and firing, but his expression was incredibly calm.

For a high-ranking FBI agent like Coulson, this seemingly critical event was just a minor scene.

He had seen the giant starfish from the Universe with Agent Dante, and that incomparably powerful yet innocent big boy, the God of Humanity.

A mere Mold Beast was nothing.

“While I’d like to say this thing is ordinary, I have to admit, it’s much harder to deal with than HYDRA agents. The only problem is, these things are too ugly, uglier than my dog’s balls after he got neutered.”

Deadpool, Wade Wilson, wielded his twin blades, efficiently and precisely slaughtering the Mold Beasts.

His twin blades were also not ordinary items, they were made by incorporating a small amount of secondary Adamantium powder into titanium alloy.

A young and promising agent like him always had some privileges under Nick Fury.

Such weapons were practically invincible when facing swarms of Mold Beasts.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Three green arrows grazed Wade's balls, accurately pinning three Mold Beasts in their heads.

Wade immediately felt a chill between his legs.

“Motherfucker! Oliver, can’t you stop with these high-difficulty shots? You ripped a hole in my crotch! I seriously suspect your archery skills have deteriorated recently! I told you, less chasing girls, less chasing girls!”

“Damn it, Wade! Can’t you stop using those vulgar comparisons? When have I been chasing girls?” Oliver Queen drew his bow and shot again, his mouth not stopping for a moment. “I’m practically exhausted to death in the Team Base lately! I’ve been the one playing games with that big guy, Hulk! Just because you told him my color is the same as his, and we’re sure to be good friends!”

As Oliver mentioned this, tears welled up in his eyes.

Hulk was indeed a good kid.

But his temper was just too big, and he especially loved playing those high-difficulty games.

He was practically Hulk’s personal free game console supplier now.

The thought of the last game console, which Hulk had angrily chewed into pieces, made Oliver shiver.

Jill kicked with her left foot and punched with her right, beating the Mold Beasts as easily and casually as if they were her own children.

If it was just about physical fitness, she was actually the strongest one present.

She even performed the impressive feat of tearing a Mold Beast apart with her bare hands.

“Rebecca, although I haven’t participated in operations for a while, are… the Federal Bureau of Investigation agents really this unreliable?”

Jill watched the red and green figures, who were both expertly harvesting Mold Beasts and mercilessly verbally attacking each other.

“Hey, men are just like that,” Rebecca smiled. “This isn’t an isolated case, there are countless examples across all age groups.”

“That’s truly amazing… Wait, where is that FBI agent named Dante? Isn’t he the overall commander of this team?”

Coulson had somehow appeared beside Jill.

“I’ve temporarily taken over command of the scene, he’s not needed for such a minor situation.” Coulson shrugged. “If nothing unexpected happens, he has already gone to the true source of this incident, preparing to finish it all in one go.”

After speaking, he pointed to the large hole in the dome not far away.

“Soldier against soldier, king against king.”

…

“Honestly, if I hadn’t seen some things, I might have screamed.”

Harley looked down from her rocking horse.

It was the Mold Master, now transformed into a purple cocoon, emitting a dazzling violet light while pulsating.

It was as if some creature was about to break free from its cocoon and be reborn.

Dante felt the waves filled with life and mad love, and his brows couldn’t help but furrow.

It wasn’t so clear from a distance, but upon getting closer, he realized the after-effects were truly intense.

This Lantern Beast, imbued with the Love Violet Light, was definitely not to be trifled with.

It had existed for much longer than expected.

Now that it had taken over the Mold Master, was it planning to… change its form?

If the Violet Lantern Beast in front of him was the Predator, then changing its form by cocooning seemed plausible.

After all, the Predator’s appearance was that of a fleshy worm with many tentacles.

He just didn’t know if, after breaking out of its cocoon, it would become a big butterfly or a fluttering moth.

Just then, the broadcast in the Hive rang out, and Spencer’s voice came through the loudspeaker.

“Dear Agent Dante, please come to the observation room for a discussion.”

Dante raised an eyebrow. As the one who had dealt with Wesker and HYDRA, it was perfectly normal for Spencer to know him.

If he didn’t know, then he truly wouldn’t be worthy of his status as the founder of Umbrella Corporation.

However…

He was actually so straightforward, planning to face him directly?

Did he think he had no chance of winning and intended to surrender?

Or…

Was he stalling for time?

Most likely the latter.

But Dante didn’t care.

He had originally intended to let the Violet Lantern Beast break out of its cocoon on its own, with no intention of interfering.

An egg, opened from the outside, is food.

But opened from the inside, it is new life.

The same was true for a cocoon.

So, having made up his mind, he flew to the observation window.”

Then a Black Magic spell hit the thick one-way bulletproof glass of the observation window, and in an instant, it was completely corroded away.

And the figures of Spencer and Mother Miranda appeared before Dante.

“Good evening, Mr. Spencer, and Ms. Miranda, how was your weekend? Traveling all the way from Romania to America for a vacation, you must be in quite a good mood, right?”

“I hope you can maintain that good mood, because next, I will be sending you to a nice place called The Fridge.”

After Dante finished speaking, he landed in front of Spencer with Harley and the unconscious Ada.

Harley immediately jumped off the rocking horse, not wasting a second.

“Damn you, Dante, if you make me ride that rocking horse again…”

“I’ll bite your mouth!”

(To be continued.)