North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 541 - 314: Mutation, The Game Begins! (Two in One)_2

Barton was about to give his team member a way out when he heard Dean's words and subconsciously turned his head.

The next moment, he was startled by his team member's condition.

He saw his normally composed team member suddenly become completely flushed, eyes bloodshot, his entire body swelling significantly. Even more terrifying were the veins pulsing visibly on his reddish skin, like revolting, squirming earthworms that made one feel extremely uncomfortable and frightened!

"Yobani, what's happened to you!"

"Stay calm!"

"Buddy, calm down! If you keep this up, all the capillaries in your body are going to burst!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Barton and his teammates hurried to calm Yobani, who was in a very abnormal state.

"Get away!"

A roar emanated from the depths of Yobani's throat.

He swung his massively thickened arms and, with brute strength, flung his nearby teammates and Barton, who was in front of him, through the air.

Four people—three men and one woman—all muscular and collectively weighing no less than seven or eight hundred pounds, were tossed aside like children. Before the enraged Yobani, they were sent sprawling, utterly powerless to resist.

It was outrageous!

On deck, aside from a few quick-witted individuals who heard Yobani's loud roar and stealthily slipped away to find weapons in the cabin, the rest were frozen in shock.

"Die!"

Yobani swept aside his nearby teammates. With bloodshot eyes fixed on Dean and a faint heat rising from his body, he charged forward.

"Stay away from me!"

Without another word, Dean pushed Cheston En aside and took off running.

Yobani let out a furious howl, chasing after him like a tank.

Dean, it turned out, was not only fast but also possessed great Endurance. He circled the cabin repeatedly. Yobani, despite his terrifying straight-line Speed, seemed to have a significantly lower IQ. He was also clumsy, constantly bumping around in the narrow ship corridors.

By the third lap, Yobani, who had been chasing Dean, suddenly screamed in agony and collapsed, writhing on the ground. His engorged skin turned from bright red to a dark, purplish-red, resembling the stagnant, lifeless purpura on a corpse dead for some time...

Dean stopped and approached to observe, his expression growing grave.

These are typical symptoms of rhabdomyolysis, hemolysis, and extensive vascular rupture leading to catastrophic blood loss.

A normal person would almost never experience such conditions. The human body possesses self-regulatory mechanisms; even if muscle dissolution or vascular rupture occurred, it wouldn't typically escalate to what Yobani was experiencing. The same would be true even if someone overdosed on stimulants and then overexerted themselves.

Dean immediately thought of the injection the Lucifer Organization members had given everyone after they had fallen unconscious.

There's something wrong with that drug!

Connecting it to Yobani's recent condition, a suspicion vaguely formed in Dean's mind: that drug might be linked to their emotions!

Yobani's howls lasted only about a dozen seconds.

However, his death wasn't caused by physical collapse or exhaustion. Before his body completely broke down, the sheer agony had already killed him.

Although Dean had never experienced it himself, he imagined that the pain of every inch of flesh dissolving and every organ failing was likely no less agonizing than being slashed by a thousand cuts...

As he observed the body on the ground, Barton, his three remaining teammates, and Cheston En finally arrived, wielding alloy steel pipes embedded with glass shards.

Upon seeing the body, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Yobani's gruesome death... Whether it was the hardened mercenaries or Cheston En, who was becoming accustomed to grisly scenes, a chilling fear of the unknown crept into their hearts.

Second day on the ship: one person already lost.

"What in the world happened?!"

"FK!"

Barton, who had maintained his composure until now, witnessed his squad member's bizarre transformation. The panic and helplessness he'd felt since boarding finally overwhelmed him, and he lost control, erupting with a curse.

"If you don't want to end up like him, get your emotions under control!" Dean stood up, pointing towards the corpse. "I suspect his transformation is related to when we were unconscious. Those bastards must have done something to us. Otherwise, your teammate wouldn't literally be burning up with anger! Also, I must warn you, Barton, as your emotions become unstable, your skin is starting to redden and heat up. If you don't want to die, you need to calm down!"

The situation on the distant cargo ship was still unknown. Dean didn't want Barton, a decent piece of cannon fodder, to die so pointlessly.

Hearing Dean's words, Barton's teammates subconsciously looked at their captain.

They saw Barton panting heavily, as if after strenuous exercise. His skin was turning red, similar to Yobani's earlier symptoms.

They quickly reassured him, "Deep breaths, Captain. Your condition really isn't normal!"

Barton, after all, was a retired CIA operative with decent psychological resilience. With his teammates' help, he forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart. Taking deep breaths, he eventually managed to stabilize his emotions.

"PHEW!"

Barton pushed aside the teammates blocking his path and said uneasily, "I just felt like there was a flame burning in my chest, and my head was swelling. I don't know how to describe it. I just really wanted to smash something, to vent that flame. That destructive desire even affected my mind."