My Milf System

Chapter 387 - 387: 387. P-series

KRA-WHUMP!The deafening impact rattled the alleyway as Zero's fist slammed directly into an invisible wall.

I had activated a Wind Barrier just in the nick of time around myself, the compressed air absorbing the absolute entirety of his devastating blow, making it utterly useless against me.

Before his drug-riddled brain could even begin to process what kind of invisible anomaly he had just struck, or why my skull wasn't painted across the ground in pieces of flesh, bone and blood everywhere as he hoped it would be, I jumped into action.

Launching myself upward from the ground, I threw my legs up and wrapped them securely around his thick, mutated neck, locking him into a brutal scorpion embrace, the kind I've seen in kung fu movies.

Zero growled savagely, rearing back up to his full, towering height as I mounted him.

I locked my arms over my shins, using every ounce of my physical strength to assist my legs in choking the life out of him.

But thanks to whatever serum he had injected into himself, his flesh was as dense as reinforced leather; it felt less like strangling a man and more like trying to choke out a wild bull.

Yet, as he violently thrashed beneath my grip for less than a minute, I realized something. This guy's body temperature was skyrocketing to an extreme degree. He was literally boiling from the inside out.

And it only got worse by the second. No wonder he said 'A true King can burn himself to protect his empire.'

Was this what he meant? Using a serum to power up while burning him as well? What stupidity!

A ragged, agonizing groan tore through his compressed esophagus. I could tell this raw agony wasn't coming from my chokehold, something else was actively tearing him apart from the inside. The injection. It was granting him monstrous physical power, sure, but it seemed there was a massive price to pay.

"Boss!!" one of the remaining enforcers screamed, his gun tracking us frantically.

I deliberately shifted my body weight, angling my positioning so that Zero's massive frame acted as a human shield for me in case the guys tried anything reckless.

But after watching me effortlessly dodge their previous bullets, the enforcers didn't want to take any chances. They kept perfectly still, paralyzed by hesitation.

Suddenly, Zero's trunk-like arms snaked upward, his massive fingers clawing into my jacket to grip me tight. And thanks to his earlier blow into my abdomen that had broken a couple of my ribs, l felt those wounds getting more painful, forcing me to choke out lumps of blood through my mouth.

Zero clamped his teeth together, trying to suppress the sheer agony rippling through his nervous system as well.

"Tell me!" he growled, his voice a distorted, wet rasp. "What was it!? The thing that blocked my attack!? What serum are you running? It's not the Cerberus, that's clear. Is it the Titan? Or the Ghost Dust!?"

"The what?" I muttered, my brow furrowing under my hood.

'Don't tell me there are different kinds of these things. Were humans on earth so utterly obsessed with power that corporate scientists spent their entire lives engineering lethal, back alley super-soldier serums instead of focusing on a cure for incurable diseases that kill people every year?' I thought inwardly in disbelief. What was the world turning into?

"What's this... Ghost Dust you're talking about?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Zero let out a rattling sigh. His posture began to sag, his deep voice losing its aggressive edge, punctuated by sharp wheezes of internal pain. "I see..." he rasped, his crimson eyes glazing over slightly. "So you genuinely have no idea what the P-Series is. After seeing your supernatural movement, I thought for sure you were test-running some black-market P-Series variant I'd never encountered. Turns out... I'm just being dismantled by an anomaly. A human? I highly doubt it. A monster? Yeah... that fits the description perfectly. You're no ordinary kid, are you?"

I could barely keep track of the terminology he was throwing out, but I didn't let up. I tightened my squeeze around his throat, though his neck muscles were locking up, turning hard as granite.

"Hold your horses, old man. Stop speaking in riddles. What the fuck is the P-Series?"

"You don't know what the P-Series is!?" one of the stationary enforcers blurted out, his face a mask of absolute incredulity.

"Yeah! No clue!" I shouted back.

"Liar!!" another enforcer bellowed, his face twisting with rage. "You expect us to swallow that garbage? No un-enhanced human alive can go toe-to-toe with the Senior Commander unless they're pumped full of a next-gen P-Series variant we don't know!"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes mid-strangle. "Look, geniuses, I'd deeply appreciate it if one of you actually explained what exactly you freaks are talking about instead of crying about it."

The raging enforcer's knuckles turned white on his grip, his trigger finger twitching violently. "This arrogant brat takes us for fools! I'll shoot him straight to hell!!"

I shrugged, a dark, fearless smirk returning to my face as I squeezed Zero even harder. "Careful now, buddy. The last guy who told me he was going to send me to hell is currently acting as my personal booster seat."

Though to be honest, I quickly realized that my chokehold on Zero wasn't putting a single dent in his reinforced skin. It felt like trying to compress a block of solid concrete.

Before I could adjust my grip, a violent vibration rippled through his massive frame. Zero's flesh began moving on its own in a deeply disturbing manner, pulsing and bulging as if it were getting pumped full of air and violently compressed at the same time.

Puff... puff... Up and down, thick and thin. It was a grotesque, erratic rhythm.

His body temperature spiked even higher, emitting a harsh, radiating heat that scorched right through my clothes.

"Oh, hell naw!"

Is he gonna explode?

To be continued