Invasion [To the Outpost] Chapter 11

Only the researcher wearing glasses seemed out of place among the entire team. He was dressed in an expensive, non-standard outfit, clutching a jet-black backpack tightly to his chest, sitting alone by the fire with a somewhat distracted air.

Ni Ji’s gaze lingered on him briefly before shifting away. Finally, it settled in front of the campfire.

“At first light, we leave this contaminated zone and conclude the mission. I’ve said it many times: the closer we get to the end, the more vigilant we must remain.”

Ni Ji’s voice was low and concise, yet highly effective. Upon hearing this, everyone immediately shed their relaxed expressions and grew alert once more.

“Sorry, Captain.”

“Apologies, Captain.”

The sentries who had been noisy earlier bowed their heads in apology.

Ni Ji’s eyes rested on the youngest new recruit, whose cheeks were still flushed.

“Don’t listen to their nonsense,” Ni Ji said, placing a hand on the young soldier’s shoulder. “For people like us, who always have our heads on the line, if a girl truly wants to marry you, treat her well. Your background doesn’t matter.”

The young soldier’s face turned even redder, but his eyes sparkled brightly.

Ni Ji’s gaze moved past him, extending into the dense darkness beyond. His eyesight was extraordinarily sharp, capable of spotting the tiniest details from afar.

He scanned every corner of the darkness carefully, finding no abnormalities.

Only then did he withdraw his gaze and return it to the sentries around him—those who were about to finish their mission and return to safety, already beginning to feel joy.

The orange-red firelight flickered on the warriors’ faces as they whispered quietly.

The entire scene gradually took on a warmer tone.

Outside the screen, all the viewers watching this scene could empathize deeply, sensing the warmth slowly kindling in the eyes of the one observing.

At that moment, an unbidden thought arose in everyone’s heart:

Would a captain like this truly be willing to kill the brothers he sees through his eyes?

Human beings are sometimes creatures easily swayed by emotion.

As they watched the memories of the deceased researcher.

Everyone placed themselves in the victim’s shoes.

They saw the gun-wielding killer as loathsome, cold-blooded, utterly unforgivable—a merciless fiend.

Yet, from Ni Ji’s perspective watching the video—even without the full picture—many couldn’t help but murmur silently:

This is clearly a gentle captain. Could he really bear to harm these brothers of his?

Maybe there’s some grievance behind this.

The memory video was not continuous.

After a flurry of static on the screen, the next scene appeared.

Still within those ruins.

Ni Ji stood on higher ground, stepping on the edge of the rubble, gazing into the pitch-black expanse ahead.

From that darkness came faint, strange noises, as if something was rushing in hordes toward their position.

Though still distant, those things were moving incredibly fast, surging forward like a flood.

Next to Ni Ji stood the towering, iron-like man and the ponytailed female sentry.

“Many. Too many. They're heading straight for us,” the tall man said gravely.

“How could this be? Why would so many mutated creatures suddenly appear?” The ponytailed woman frowned deeply.

“No time to think,” Ni Ji said. “Give me the lure.”

“Captain?”

“Captain! It’s too dangerous!” Both warriors spoke out in unison.

“Enough talk. Give it to me.” Ni Ji stretched out his hand.

In moments of crisis, he was a decisive and commanding leader.

He took what he wanted.

Drawing his short knife, he quickly sketched a rough map of the route on the ground.

“Take this path. We’ll regroup near the exit.”

After saying this, his gaze flicked back and forth among the two faces before him, hesitating slightly.

“Tage, lead the team. My sister and I will cover the rear,” the female soldier said confidently, her voice strong and assured—a mark of a capable woman warrior. “Between the two of us, excluding the captain, we’re the strongest pair in the team.”

Ni Ji no longer hesitated and waved his hand in agreement.

He turned, uncapped the bottle of lure, and drenched himself from head to toe. Gripping his knife, he charged into the blackness.

Facing the direction from which the monstrous horde surged,

“He’s crazy. Is he insane?”

“Does he want to die? That’s a whole bottle of lure!”

The audience watching on screen gasped.

As sentries themselves, they all knew what that lure meant.

Using it in a contaminated zone was exceedingly dangerous.

Even a small amount dabbed somewhere would attract monsters nearby.

For Ni Ji to soak himself with an entire bottle was a catastrophe waiting to happen.

He would become a moving target, frantically drawing every monster’s attention along the way.

Even madmen wouldn’t dare do such a thing.

Yet he did it, giving the entire squad the chance to retreat safely. Only he himself plunged into extreme peril.

The subsequent footage was chaotic, the camera spinning wildly.

Scenes of fierce combat flickered back and forth.

The screen was filled with bizarre mutated creatures from the contaminated zone.

They bore long, hairy sickles; writhing, crawling flesh masses; enormous, blood-red eyes...

They surged forward relentlessly, wave after wave.

Severed limbs flew through the air, and piercing screams tore at the eardrums, blanketing the battlefield.

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