My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 41: Disarm

One near and one far, two plumes of black thick smoke rising from the rooftop roughly smeared across the dimly lit sky, making the entire scene resemble the descent of doomsday.
After confirming it wasn’t a zombie attack, most civilians still chose to stay away from the research center, but there were still bold guys cautiously hiding nearby to watch.
No death fighters made a move against these daring onlookers; they were all silently enduring.
All death fighters believed that the truly brutal fierce fight would only unfold the moment the “node” left the building.
However, shortly after Lu Bai had just left, the situation saw a slight change.
“How is someone coming out?”
“Who is this guy?”
“A death fighter?”
A large number of doubtful voices arose in the darkness.
A Gu, wearing a lab personnel white coat, walked out of the research center gate, his expression looking quite disheveled.
He looked around in panic and confusion, then shouted at the top of his lungs: “Where are the guards? Guards?!”
Research center lab personnel?
After this idea arose, several figures rushed toward A Gu one after another, clearly planning to get the situation inside the building from him.
……
“Damn, what the hell are these guys?”
Zhou Zongming’s face was as black as charcoal.
At first, he thought it was just some citizens with overly taut nerves having a minor conflict.
Little did he expect that as soon as he arrived at the scene with his soldiers, he was immediately attacked by more than a dozen armed thugs.
After one round of volley fire, six or seven brothers fell on the spot.
After all, there were only tents around, which could at most block the field of vision and couldn’t serve as cover.
Thanks to this, after the survey corps death fighters gained control of the situation, taking into account that Zhou Zongming and his men still had guns, they only fired while ensuring their own safety, which was why the gunfight had continued until now without ending.
However, even so, now around Zhou Zongming, only two soldiers remained, fighting while retreating.
The direction back to the administrative building was blocked by survey corps death fighters; forcing through would be suicide.
Moreover, they weren’t deaf to those successive explosions; the situation there was undoubtedly not optimistic either.
For now, the only option was to rendezvous with the main troops holding off the zombies; at least on the “frontline,” there were still two companies and the rapid response force.
The skinny soldier swapped in a new magazine, turned around voluntarily, crouched half-squatting with his gun at the ready: “Company commander, you go first.”
“Don’t die, kid.”
Zhou Zongming naturally wouldn’t be clueless; he tossed out a sentence and continued running wild through the gaps between tents.
The soldier who voluntarily stayed behind to cover retreat vigilantly watched ahead, his index finger never leaving the trigger.
Regrettably, from beginning to end, he never saw the enemy’s figure; only a bullet came from his left front.
Bang!
His head cracked open instantly like a ripe watermelon struck by a pebble.
Less than half a minute after this soldier’s corpse fell, four men rushed over from different directions.
If their assault rifles were excluded, their attire actually made them look more like ordinary programmers.
“Everyone, align on granularity.”
“Osas, quick response on the critical path, reuse the playbook.”
“How many left?”
“Two left.”
“Then continue to deepen; Brother Hui specifically left us here to empower and clean up the business.”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
While striking the ground with his eight-sided han sword, Lu Bai approached these few programmers, waiting until the four death fighters’ attention shifted to him.
Only then did he say with a light smile: “What is the underlying logic of what you’re saying? Where is the top-level design? What is the final delivery value? Where is the process lever? How to ensure the result’s closure?”
“Who the hell are you?” The death fighter who seemed to be the leader, judging by his hairline, retorted.
During the speaking process, he subtly signaled his companions with a glance.
No hesitation needed; in this situation, a guy carrying a sword was most likely a death fighter.
These programmers had some tacit understanding among them; the one in the red plaid shirt reacted quickly, raising his muzzle to prepare giving Lu Bai a burst first.
Anyway, in their view, killing him on the spot was best; at worst, they had to make this uninvited guest who popped up out of nowhere lose his ability to act.
But unfortunately, it was now far too late.
When Lu Bai asked the question, he had already closed the distance between them to the point where one sprint would allow him to swing his sword and strike.
With a move of his foot, his figure arrived before them like a ghost, followed by a horizontal sword slash.
Slash~
Thud!
Two complete hands remained tightly gripping the gun grips even after hitting the ground.
The death fighter in the red plaid shirt looked at his profusely bleeding wrist, not yet feeling the pain, briefly falling into a stunned state.
And this was entirely within Lu Bai’s expectations; he didn’t stop his actions, the eight-sided han sword in his hand dancing like a butterfly flitting through flowers, and with wrist flicks, the four death fighters were successively physically disarmed.
The few survey corps death fighters did try to counterattack or flee, but in the face of the massive combat power gap, all sorts of ideas died in the womb before they could be implemented.
Not exaggerating at all, after Lu Bai’s physical fitness gained reinforcement from the zombie virus, facing normal people was as easy as an adult beating a child.
Not to mention now with the amplification from [Drow Group].
He didn’t even need to activate [Blood Rage]; just relying on speed and the sharpness of the eight-sided han sword was enough to resolve the battle.
After eliminating the possibility of them counterattacking, Lu Bai stood holding his sword, and the scene suddenly went still.
About ten seconds passed before two death fighters hunched over, crying out in pain.
The leader death fighter didn’t look so pathetic; though he too was slightly bent over, he stubbornly held back from shouting.
He glared viciously at Lu Bai, as if to firmly memorize this face.
Seeing this, Lu Bai wasn’t polite either, delivering him to elimination with a backhand sword strike.
During this process, his face still bore a gentle smile.
It was like the pure, sincere joy as a child gleefully taking a found wooden stick to shave off roadside rapeseed flowers—nothing substantial, but the kind of delight that naturally arises.
The death fighter in the red plaid shirt’s face changed in shock, then he cursed angrily: “You’re fucking done, do you know who we…”
Pfft~
Another sword, precisely piercing the heart.
[Ding!]
[Points +2, current points: 19, current rank 1/104]
Lu Bai did intend to obtain some information from their mouths.
But he also knew that even if he chopped the corpses into mincemeat, for those death fighters, it was just elimination at most.
Under this premise, interrogation means like threats, intimidation, or torture were meaningless.
So encountering stubborn death fighters, whether truly tough or faking it, it was better to chop them first.