CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52 "I AM AN AMERICAN!

"Chu Feng, do you think this monster comes from Hell?"

After casually using the system’s reward in his mind, Chu Feng shook his head.

"It doesn’t seem to be a creature from Hell. Its aura isn’t intense to that degree. Rather, it seems like it came into contact with Hell Creatures somewhere and got contaminated. Its body must have also gradually mutated under the influence of the Hellish aura; otherwise, it would have been smashed to smithereens long ago!"

Hearing Chu Feng’s analysis, everyone’s expression tensed. They realized that since the monster had come into contact with Hell Creatures, it meant creatures from Hell had already entered this world!

"Let’s go, check the next hospital room," Chu Feng said and turned to walk out.

Under his Spiritual Perception, in the second hospital room—where the old man possessed by a Hell creature was supposed to be—no special energy was detected.

But to be cautious, Chu Feng still approached the door of the second hospital room.

As Chu Feng drew closer, the grim state of the second hospital room came into view. The door had long vanished without a trace. Several doctors and nurses Chu Feng had seen before were now torn apart and scattered across the room’s floor. Bright red blood smeared the surrounding walls, and even the ceiling had not been spared. The entire room resembled a bloody slaughterhouse.

A palpable aura of Hell filled every corner, so potent it even made Chu Feng feel suffocated. He deduced that the Hellish aura throughout the corridor must have spread from here.

Lin Qiu and the others following behind also saw the scene inside the room.

"Chu Feng, is this the source of everything?" Lin Qiu asked, walking up to Chu Feng, her fine brows furrowed in confusion.

"That thing must have completed its final possession here. Then, after doing whatever it did, it caused this massive upheaval in the hospital. We just don’t know where that creature has run off to now!" Chu Feng mused, his own brows furrowed in thought.

"Chu Feng, I think that Flame Barrier and the red light in the corridor might be related to that thing from Hell!" Taran said, his gaze shifting as a likely theory formed in his mind.

"I think Taran’s idea is very likely," Amita said, touching the paint on her face and nodding resolutely after hearing his theory. "The Flame Barrier and the Bizarre red light in the corridor must have a source. If we find the right spot, we might not be able to kill the Hell creature, but if we destroy that Flame Barrier, we can get out!"

"Exactly! I also think it’s very possible!" Dimo chimed in from the side, looking equally convinced. "At least we have to try. If it’s true, we can get out!"

Seeing that everyone’s thoughts aligned with his own, Chu Feng naturally didn’t object.

"Alright, then we’ll head towards the red light."

Huang Chuanhao, who had been oblivious to the Flame Barrier all along, watched Chu Feng and the others prepare to head toward the dangerous-looking red light. Not wishing to walk into certain death, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

"Hand it over!"

While Dimo’s attention was focused on the discussion, the grim-faced Huang Chuanhao suddenly stepped forward and snatched the shotgun from Dimo’s hands.

"Nobody fucking move! Or I’ll shoot!"

Facing the dark muzzle of the shotgun, Dimo and the few others who had initially wanted to retrieve the weapon froze, not daring to make a rash move.

Seeing Huang Chuanhao’s crazed expression as he pointed the gun at everyone, Lin Qiu’s brows arched in anger. "Huang Chuanhao! Put the gun down!" she shouted sternly. "Chu Feng saved you because you’re a compatriot. What do you think you’re doing?"

Huang Chuanhao, whose trousers still bore a damp patch from his earlier fear, spat disdainfully on the ground.

"Hah, compatriot? What a load of crap!"

"I’ll soon be a free American! Do you think I would stick around with you two from the Chinese Country if it weren’t for that damned cop?"

"You!" Lin Qiu’s pretty face tightened, her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at Huang Chuanhao, wishing she could shoot him on the spot.

"What ’you’?! I was hoping you idiots could escort me out. But since you’re all so keen on marching to your deaths, then I won’t be joining you!"

With a smug smile, Huang Chuanhao waved the shotgun in his hand.

"But I must say, Chu Feng, your handiwork isn’t bad for someone from the Chinese Country. I’ll happily take this shotgun with its excellent Exorcism effects!"

After sweeping a scornful gaze over everyone in the room, Huang Chuanhao began to retreat cautiously towards the door, his eyes fixed on their movements.

"Leaving so soon? I thought you’d keep up the act a little longer!"

Just as Huang Chuanhao was about to reach the hospital room door, a voice dripping with mockery made him halt.

"What, you think you can keep me here?" Huang Chuanhao asked, surprised, aiming the shotgun at the slowly approaching Chu Feng.

"Stop right there! One more step and I’ll shoot!"

Despite the stern warning, Chu Feng’s expression remained calm, and his pace didn’t falter in the slightest.

"Go ahead and try. Maybe you’ll even manage to kill me, hmm?"

"Then don’t blame me; you’re bringing this on yourself!" Huang Chuanhao’s already ferocious expression twisted with even greater murderous intent.

"Don’t, Chu Feng, come back!" the others behind him shouted urgently, sensing trouble as they saw the crazed killing intent in Huang Chuanhao’s eyes.

Seeing Chu Feng unfazed, Huang Chuanhao, now teetering on the edge of madness, didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

CLICK.

A crisp metallic sound came from the AA-12.

"What’s going on? It’s loaded. Why isn’t it firing?"

Staring at the shotgun, which hadn’t reacted despite the trigger being pulled, Huang Chuanhao incredulously checked the drum magazine. It was full of neatly arranged shells; there were no visible issues.

CLICK.

CLICK.

Refusing to believe it, he pulled the trigger countless more times, but the result was the same: the shotgun remained unresponsive!

"You... I..." Raising his head, Huang Chuanhao saw Chu Feng was now right in front of him. The smugness on his face finally gave way to panic.

"Let me tell you a secret. My gun won’t fire without my permission!"

With a slight tug of his right hand, Chu Feng easily retrieved the shotgun from Huang Chuanhao’s tight grip.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Chu Feng, I beg you, spare my life! We’re both compatriots!"

Looking down at Huang Chuanhao, who had collapsed to his knees and started wailing again, Chu Feng chuckled softly.

"Don’t worry! I’m not going to kill you."

"No, I want to kill him."

Huang Chuanhao had just breathed a sigh of relief at Chu Feng’s words when Lin Qiu, her expression hardening, raised her gun and objected.