In the woods, dozens of people from the raiders' camp were watching a scene on the grass.
A small team of survivors had just killed a young drill worm and brought the woman into the camp.
"Boss, it's done. Kelly has infiltrated. The rest of us just wait for the signal to act!"
Leaving five people to observe, the group quietly retreated.
The next morning, in the survivor camp where Lin Qingsong was located.
Several leaders and captains of the various teams were in a meeting, discussing how to deal with this woman named Kelly.
Although they had rescued her from the monsters, it didn't mean they trusted her.
"It's too much of a coincidence for a lone woman to appear in a place like this, being chased by young drill worms!"
"You know, young drill worms can fly and burrow underground. In terms of sheer speed, they're definitely faster than any of us here."
"For this woman to last so long against the young drill worms, waiting for our rescue? That doesn't make sense!"
A woman with small eyes, arms crossed and face full of vigilance, spoke.
"I think so too. She's very likely a spy sent by one of the camps that wants to raid us!"
"I've heard rumors like this. They say there's a great demon king who specifically sends beautiful and seductive women to pretend to be attacked by monsters, or other survivors, to gain the sympathy of the attacked camp, and then seize the opportunity for an inside job."
"That guy is a ruthless killer. Thousands, if not tens of thousands, have died at his hands. He's terrifying!"
"I suggest we interrogate this woman harshly. We'll surely be able to find out their intentions, and maybe even turn the tables on the enemy!"
"The great demon king's camp must have a lot of good stuff!"
A burly black man said.
"Forget it. Since she poses such a great risk, I think we shouldn't provoke those terrifying guys!"
"Letting this woman go back unharmed is equivalent to telling them we've seen through their scheme."
"Let them retreat in fear. We mind our own business, and peace is the most important thing!"
A man with blue eyes and chestnut hair said.
"No, I think you should keep her!"
"Then let her send a signal to the outside. When the enemy charges in, you can annihilate them!"
"Or... you'll be annihilated by the enemy!"
"You have over three hundred people. I bet you'll win!"
Lin Qingsong, who had appeared in the conference room at some point, leaned against the wall and said with a smile.
"Who are you? This is a leaders' meeting. What right do you have to speak?"
The burly black man rebuked sternly.
"Just because... I'm the great demon king you're talking about!"
Lin Qingsong smiled wickedly and gently clapped his hands.
Suddenly, everyone in the conference room stood up and began to applaud enthusiastically.
"What's going on?"
"My body is out of control!"
"What ability does he have to control our bodies!"
"It's not charm; our consciousness is clear!"
"It's not an illusion either, because we don't recognize him at all, and he couldn't possibly appear in the illusions woven in our minds."
"What in the world is happening?!"
"I feel like my body is being controlled by invisible energy lines, but... I don't have the ability to..."
Everyone present had expressions of fear and panic on their faces.
The only things they could control were their expressions, eyes, and voices. Everything else in their bodies no longer belonged to them.
"Don't struggle. First, you can't break free from my control... Second..."
"If I accidentally break the energy lines on you, like this..."
Lin Qingsong said, moving his fingers fiercely.
At the very end of the conference room, a captain's body began to convulse violently, and then the energy within him started to leak out madly along the broken lines.
More and more energy overflowed, but the output end of the energy line was very small, causing a large amount of energy blockage...
*Poof!*
A muffled sound.
The unlucky captain instantly exploded, his blood and shattered flesh splattering onto the walls and everyone present, a horrific scene.
"So... you should now pray that... I am not a careless person who will break the puppet's energy lines at any time!"
Lin Qingsong sat on the conference table, saying triumphantly.
After being promoted to a Transformer, his evolved talent was Puppetry. As long as he made contact, he could turn enemies with a strength no higher than his own by two levels into controllable puppets.
The weaker the opponent, the longer the puppetry could control them.
The contact with these camp leaders was achieved through Keiko and two other women.
No man is immune to lust, so this opportunity was carried out very smoothly and easily.
"Now, as I say, you start setting up traps. You can send a signal for your companions to come in!"
Lin Qingsong wasn't speaking to the crowd as he said this. Instead, he lowered his head and spoke to his own busy fingers.
Because it was these ten fingers that were currently controlling these people.
Theoretically, Lin Qingsong could only control ten people at a time.
However, he could group the survivors. So, in essence, he could control ten groups of people, issuing different commands to them simultaneously. Any more than that was not possible.
The woman smeared something on the trunk of a tree beside the camp.
This pigment could only be seen by survivors with special visual modifications.
In an instant, dozens of revealers frantically charged towards the camp.
As they got closer and closer to the woman, the raider leaders suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Because as the woman waved to everyone, her face showed a look of pain, and she yelled hoarsely:
"Don't come! There's an ambush!"
Suddenly, her throat felt as if it were being squeezed. Her mouth opened wide, but not a single sound came out.
"An ambush? Then why is she waving?"
Just as the raiders hesitated for a moment, the survivors from the neighboring camp suddenly erupted and launched an attack.
To the shock of the raiders, these survivors fought like madmen.
The combat was a desperate, life-risking struggle.
And they fought to the death, refusing to retreat!
Normally, if a camp defeated its leader, the rest would either flee or surrender, with their morale low and their fighting spirit extinguished.
But these people were different. No matter how many were killed, they still charged forward like zombies, and they were zombies with skills and formidable strength.
In the past, the raiders' victories against superior forces were due to their morale. Now, facing people who didn't care about their lives, their numbers became their fatal weakness.
After a fierce battle, the camp and the raiders were almost wiped out.
Only Lin Qingsong remained on the battlefield, collecting corpses and finishing off any surviving survivors who were still breathing.
Just then, a man in a work uniform, carrying a briefcase in his left hand, slowly emerged from the woods.