PCJ – Chapter 655 The Capture

This factory was very old and only two stories tall. Roger, being a trained combatant, could easily jump from such a height without injury, as long as he landed well. He bent his knees slightly to absorb the impact and landed steadily on the ground.

However, just as he stood up to flee, a seemingly ordinary mongrel dog appeared in front of him.

“Get out of my way!” Roger shouted and kicked at the dog.

But in the next instant, Roger let out a miserable scream: “Aahh!”

The seemingly normal mutt bit down on his leg—and its bite force was far beyond what Roger could have imagined. The dog’s teeth pierced straight through his leg bone, and with a crisp crack, the bone snapped. The excruciating pain made Roger howl in agony.

Meanwhile, James, who had chosen to flee through the front door and use the stairs instead of jumping from a window, felt lucky—until two common-looking farmhouse dogs blocked his path on the staircase.

James was no coward. He wouldn’t back down even from one or two large German shepherds, let alone a couple of mutts. But these two dogs had a look in their eyes that made him uneasy. Normal dogs would show fear under direct eye contact—if you so much as bent down, they’d assume you were about to strike them and might back away. But these two dogs stared at him calmly, as if they didn’t see him as a threat at all.

James quickly pulled a handgun from his pocket. But before he could take aim, the two hunting dogs lunged at him with incredible speed. Even at such close range, James couldn’t get a clear shot. He fired two frantic shots, both of which hit the staircase—one bullet even ricocheted and nearly hit him.

He had no chance to fire a third.

One of the dogs had already pounced, sinking its teeth into his gun hand. James instantly lost all feeling in the arm—as if it no longer belonged to him.

CRACK!

A sharp snapping sound rang out—his arm was bent in half. The gun dropped to the floor, and even the magazine fell out.

The other dog charged forward and bit James on the leg, showing no mercy. With a single bite, it shattered his leg.

James screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground. The searing agony of having both a hand and a leg broken by dog bites was unbearable.

The two dogs stood in front of him, eyes cold and alert, ready to deliver a fatal blow if needed.

“I heard your Mandarin is pretty good. Why don’t we have a little chat?” Zhang Jiaohua suddenly appeared in front of James.

“Who… who are you?” James asked, panic in his voice as he stared at the man who had appeared out of thin air.

“You went to all that trouble to lure me out, and now you’re asking who I am?” Zhang Jiaohua replied with a faint smile. He squatted down and checked James’s wounds—causing James to let out another scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

“Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to see if your injuries were fatal. Lucky for you, they’re probably not. But if you delay treatment too long, that leg might need amputation. Fortunately, you don’t need to worry about dying right away—unless you bleed out, of course.” Zhang Jiaohua examined James’s injured arm too.

“You’re… you’re a devil!” James whimpered.

Zhang Jiaohua grabbed James and dragged him back into the building, tossing him into a room like a sack of potatoes. “Now think carefully. There are a lot of you people. What I want to know shouldn’t be known by you alone. So you’d better prove that you’re useful—otherwise, I’ll just let these two dogs turn you into their dinner.”

Zhang Jiaohua wasn’t worried about James escaping. Even if James weren’t injured, he wouldn’t be able to get away with two spirit beast-level hunting dogs standing guard. For someone as battered as James, escape was impossible.

If James had seen what had become of Roger, he might have felt better about his own situation.

The hunting dog that dealt with Roger was far more ruthless. By the time Zhang Jiaohua walked over, all of Roger’s limbs had been broken. One of his arms wasn’t just snapped in one place—it had been twisted into something resembling a segmented nunchaku.

Roger was lying flat on the ground. The hunting dog seemed to be playing with him—rushing in for a bite, then backing off as if on alert, only to charge and bite again moments later.

Roger’s body was covered in wounds. There probably wasn’t a patch of skin left as wide as a hand that hadn’t been torn open.

Zhang Jiaohua didn’t pity him—but he did stop the dog, which was about to leap in for more fun.

“Enough, enough. I still need to question him. If you kill him, who am I going to ask?” Zhang Jiaohua scolded the playful spirit beast.

The hunting dog drooped its head and sulked off, but after a few steps, it turned back and stared at Roger, baring its teeth with a soft grinding sound.

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance,” Zhang Jiaohua said coldly. “If you don’t answer my questions honestly, I won’t care whether you live or die. That dog hasn’t had its fill yet, and if you’re useless to me, it’ll have all the time in the world to enjoy itself.”

The dog perked up at his words and eagerly turned back. It had been locked away in the cultivation diagram space for too long. Seeing something so lively and different had made it incredibly excited.

“You devil… you’re a devil!” Roger screamed, trembling in fear.

“Call me whatever you want—it doesn’t matter. If you’re useless, you’ll end up as chew toys. You brought this on yourselves,” Zhang Jiaohua said coldly.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! We’re from the United States. From a special agency. This agency specializes in researching superhuman beings. They use all kinds of methods to enhance people—like fusing human genes with animal genes to create more powerful warriors. But these gene fusions rarely survive. Your experiment, however, showed a new direction. The researchers are desperate to get your active reagent. With it, they believe they can finally create real super-soldiers!” Roger blurted out, hoping to prove he still had value.

“Do you have any connection with Tokuda Corporation?” Zhang Jiaohua asked.

“No. We learned about Tokuda through… special channels. But our operation has nothing to do with them. We’re just a vanguard unit. If we fail, the agency will send stronger forces,” Roger replied weakly—he was clearly losing a lot of blood.

Zhang Jiaohua didn’t want him to die. A beam of spiritual light shot from his hand into Roger’s body. Instantly, Roger’s energy returned, and his condition stabilized.