Draziel glanced at the steel door, his eyes sweeping past the numbers written on the button numbers on the security pad, but he didn’t touch anything as he remained motionless before the door, not doing anything, as though he was waiting for sothing.
But infant, his eyes were ticulously eying the number pad, depending on various facts such as difference in depression, the colours wearing off and various stains, he ca up with six random numbers and then began to sieve analyse the random numbers, cross-referencing the numbers to the history of the company and various information until finally, he ca up with three particular sets of numbers he has extrapolated.
Choosing one set at random, he inputted the number and the mont he dropped his hand, a red glow flashed on the display panel.
[Incorrect Password. One attempt left.]
Draziel frowned at the words on the display and his actions paused. He had only one attempt left but he still had two sets of passwords to try which ant if he clicked on the wrong sets of passwords, that would be his only chance.
His hands rose up and he clicked the number 9 first, followed by a few numbers until he selected 6 as the last digit.
[Incorrect Password!]
[Ding! Password has been randomly changed and has been sent to the Task Master’s account.]
"Crap." He hadn’t been warned about that.
"BANG!" The security number pad exploded as he pushed through it. Seeing as it was useless, there was no way he would be able to make any use of it now.
"BAM!!!"
Draziel’s body jolted backwards and he staggered three paces back, his right arm vibrating as he felt his joy tingling with intense force.
His punch hadn’t dealt a single dent on the tal which just show to say how actually strong the door was.
There was nothing he could do now since he couldn’t access the door using brute force. He could only wait for the people inside to co out and then after dealing with them, he would focus on the Nano Cell.
He wanted to see it for himself and possibly try to infuse it. Dying wasn’t on Draziel’s list yet, but he still wanted to give Nano cell a go.
Draziel headed up the elevator shaft until he was finally on the ground floor.
Zombies were starting to fill out this part of the street now even when it hadn’t been long since the cleanse Draziel had made, killing off the zombies around the company nut they were starting to fill out and pretty soon, the street around the cooperation would be overflowing with zombies given enough ti.
Two combat blades flipped in and out of Draziel’s hands as he juggled them between his fingers like they weigh nothing. Suddenly, his fingers released the sounds of strings being pulled as the tendons in his finger pulled to the extre and one of the combat blades vanished from his hands, piercing through the air like a bullet as they lodged deeply into the skull of a zombie.
The force dragged the zombie backwards like a puppet and then staple its head directly to the wall behind it.
The zombie was dead before it could move much. There was no trace of joy on his face as he retrieved his blade from the head of the zombie and the wall.
Flipping it, he cleaned the blood off and then scrutinized the edges of the blades. The blade had chipped softly at a few parts of the knife. It was still very much usable but to Draziel, they were the sa as imperfections that could hinder his combat ability.
He had ticulously calibrated his body to the size, shape and sharpness of the blade. If there were a few things changed, it would hinder his combat ability.
Although he was now a lot stronger than previously, which would render the calibrations he had made useless and unless he perford another calibration, his combat ability will never reach its full potential.
Which was why he had purposely repressed a bit of his strength during combat.
The nearby pillar exploded and dust rose up in the air. Grabbing a rough surface of concrete from the debris created, he began to sharpen his knives while he waited for the rest of the team to show up.
Abruptly, his ears twitched and a wide grin appeared on his face, making him look like a mad man. In that mont, a black tennis ball looking object flew out from the elevator shaft, heading towards Draziel with a weird curve that really impressed him.
Upon closer look, it was actually a bunch of grenades tied together as they headed directly for him. The throw was accurate and the timing was perfect as the pins had all been pulled. There might just be a second or two seconds for Draziel to react before the grenades reach him and explode.
But Draziel didn’t move, he was already within the radius of the blast and at very close proximity.
Even with his incredible physique of ten points, he would still be blasted to shreds.
His hands suddenly reached for the throwing knives by his thighs and then he flicked his fingers. Two blades pierced the air with a whoosh and slamd against the flying grenades, veering the projectile off course.
"BOOOOOOOOM!!!"
The entire ground floor shook as though another missle had just landed on earth once more. Draziel was thrown backwards from the explosive force like a kite with no strings attached.
The kinetic energy running through his instantly transford into potential energy as his back slamd into the escalator’s steps, crushing that segnt flat in that instant.
Walking slowly towards the tal fra, he knocked on the door but with the feedback, he was getting inford that the thickness of the door was even harder than concrete.
It was impossible to go through the door with brute force, explosives wouldn’t work either since the door was built to withstand large blasts of explosion. Unless he had the codes to access the security locks, it was quite impossible to access the underground lab.
Draziel glanced at the steel door, his eyes sweeping past the numbers written on the button numbers on the security pad, but he didn’t touch anything as he remained motionless before the door, not doing anything, as though he was waiting for sothing.
But infant, his eyes were ticulously eying the number pad, depending on various facts such as difference in depression, the colours wearing off and various stains, he ca up with six random numbers and then began to sieve analyse the random numbers, cross-referencing the numbers to the history of the company and various information until finally, he ca up with three particular sets of numbers.
Choosing one set at random, he inputted the number and the mont he dropped his hand, a red glow flashed on the display panel.
[Incorrect Password. One attempt left.]
Draziel frowned at the words on the display and his actions paused. He had only one attempt left but he still had two sets of passwords to try which ant if he clicked on the wrong sets of passwords, that would be his only chance.
His hands rose up and he clicked the number 9 first, followed by a few numbers until he selected 6 as the last digit.
[Incorrect Password!]
[Ding! Password has been randomly changed and has been sent to the Task Master’s account.]
"Crap." He hadn’t been warned about that.
"BANG!" The security number pad exploded as he pushed through it. Seeing as it was useless, there was no way he would be able to make any use of it now.
"BAM!!!"
Draziel’s body jolted backwards and he staggered three paces back, his right arm vibrating as he felt his joy tingling with intense force.
His punch hadn’t dealt a single dent on the tal which just show to say how actually strong the door was. There was nothing he could do now since he couldn’t access the door using brute force. He could only wait for the people inside to co out and then after dealing with them, he would focus on the Nano Cell.
He wanted to see it for himself and possibly try to infuse it. Dying wasn’t on Draziel’s list yet, but he still wanted to give Nano cell a go.
Draziel headed up the elevator shaft until he was finally on the ground floor. Zombies were starting to fill out this part of the street now even when it hadn’t been long since the cleanse Draziel had made, killing off the zombies around the company nut they were starting to fill out and pretty soon, the street around the cooperation would be overflowing with zombies given enough ti.
Two combat blades flipped in and out of Draziel’s hands as he juggled them between his fingers like they weigh nothing. Suddenly, his fingers released the sounds of strings being pulled as the tendons in his finger pulled to the extre and one of the combat blades vanished from his hands, piercing through the air like a bullet as they lodged deeply into the skull of a zombie. The force dragged the zombie backwards like a puppet and then staple its head directly to the wall behind it.
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