Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 414 The Furious Captain! Activate the Cleanup Squad!
Great Eagle Federation, an industrial city in the east.

Around nine o'clock in the evening, 101 Benin Street, like a festering scar, stretches across the depths of the dilapidated city.

The rainwater that had just fallen mixed with an unknown, murky liquid, forming puddles of dark brown water on the uneven cement road.

The air was filled with a pungent mixture of smells—rotten garbage, cheap alcohol, the stench of urine, and the odor of dead rats.

Along the streets, abandoned shops have boarded up their windows, while in those relatively "sheltered" corners and under the eaves, the forgotten shell of this city huddles.

Wrapped in blankets or cardboard boxes whose original color is no longer visible and which exude a strong body odor and musty smell, are all sorts of figures.

One by one, drug addicts with vacant eyes, hugging their knees and trembling.

They were homeless people with all their belongings piled up next to their handcarts, disheveled and dirty, along with some idle black men whose eyes darted around the street corners.

These homeless people are like a pile of tattered packages carelessly discarded, scattered on the cold streets, sharing this corner abandoned by the bustling world with the occasional rat that scurries by.

Boom...boom...boom...

The sound of the cane tapping the ground slowly echoed in the polluted air of Benin Street, carrying a peculiar rhythm that pierced through the indistinct murmurs of drug addicts on the street corner and the heavy snores of homeless people.

A figure slowly walked along the boundary between the streetlights and the darkness.

The old man, dressed in a crisp dark Zhongshan suit, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, a stark contrast to the dilapidated and decadent surroundings.

The dim, swaying streetlights cast a hazy, mystical glow on him.

Lu Xuan stopped and slightly raised his eyes.

On the severely rusted street sign on the left, the words "101 Benin Street" are faintly discernible beneath the brown stains.

His face showed no extra expression; he simply raised his hand slowly and took out a meticulously folded piece of paper from his inner breast pocket.

The note unfolded, revealing clear handwriting in pen: 45 Benin Street.

Lu Xuan's eyes gleamed slightly as he glanced between the note and the road sign.

"Well, this is it."

He muttered to himself, his tone showing no surprise whatsoever.

Lu Xuan did not go to the wrong place; he deliberately came to this Benin Street, which was adjacent to his target location and was a mixed bag of people.

According to intelligence, the three patriotic researchers will depart from house number 45 across the street tomorrow.

The core of his mission was not overt personal escort, but rather to remain hidden in the shadows as a last resort.

He planted his spies in this lawless land, and if his return journey went smoothly, he would quietly disappear.

If the Great Eagle Federation dares to take action in secret, the moment the escort team encounters an accident will be the time for Lu Xuan's "stabilizing force" to be unsheathed.

At the moment when the enemy thinks they have succeeded and is least vigilant, strike decisively and turn the tide of battle.

After putting away the note, Lu Xuan gripped his cane, his steps steady, and slowly disappeared into the deeper shadows of 101 Bening Street.

Two other martial arts masters, who had already reached the pinnacle of their skills and had been invited earlier, had already joined the three meritorious researchers.

Their location was 45 Benin Street, which happened to be on the same street as the slum that Lu Xuan was standing on.

But they are clearly two completely different worlds.

Across the river, number 45 is a well-planned, tree-lined upscale neighborhood, while the filthy and chaotic number 101 slum is just across the river, less than a kilometer away as the crow flies.

A narrow but murky river serves as a clear dividing line, separating heaven from hell.

Across the river, rows of exquisite villas are nestled in a pleasing arrangement, carefully surrounded and protected by white railings and lush greenery, brightly lit, tranquil and peaceful.

Lu Xuanjing stood in the shadows, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated street beneath his feet and across the river that symbolized the boundary.

His cultivation at the Core Formation Realm granted him visual abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Therefore, Lu Xuan could clearly see the villa that was marked on the opposite bank of the river, and the occasional shadowy figures moving in the windows.

They could even vaguely sense the vigorous blood and energy that the two Grandmasters of Transformation Realm had deliberately concealed, as well as the ordinary aura that the three researchers possessed.

With two martial arts masters at the peak of their cultivation level in the open and Lu Xuan, a Grandmaster at the Core Formation stage, secretly overseeing the operation, everything was done to ensure absolute safety.

Today is Lu Xuan's third day in the Great Eagle Federation, and he is very familiar with the rules of this region.

The federal guards here are practically non-existent, and security relies primarily on community self-governance—or rather, on who has the greater power.

In the past few days, Lu Xuan has relied on his extraordinary agility and keen perception of qi.

He could hide in forgotten corners with almost no effort, avoiding all unnecessary trouble.

The next moment, Lu Xuan slowly walked to the end of the street, where there was a small patch of mixed woodland abandoned during urban development.

Although not dense, it is enough to provide temporary shelter.

For him, resting on a sturdy tree branch for the night was far safer than wandering the streets.

After all, the drug addicts and gang members entrenched on both sides of the street don't care whether you're an old man or not.

They act on a whim; when they're in a good mood, they rob people, but when they're in a bad mood, they rob them and then beat them mercilessly.

Especially towards someone with an Eastern appearance like him, the discrimination and malice were almost blatant and undisguised.

In fact, just two days ago, several groups of ill-intentioned foreigners tried to take advantage of him late at night, treating him as a fat sheep from the East that they could manipulate at will.

As expected, he ran into a brick wall and failed to even touch Lu Xuan's clothes before silently collapsing in the dark alley.

He struggled to get up at noon the next day, not even understanding what had happened to him.

Lu Xuan had no intention of getting entangled with these lowly scumbags. He acted with great restraint, merely punishing them to render them incapacitated without taking their lives.

As night deepened, Lu Xuan moved slightly and silently disappeared into the shadows of the forest, his presence blending seamlessly with the surrounding natural environment.

Just as his breath hitched slightly, and his toes lightly touched the ground, preparing to leap onto the branch—

Suddenly, out of the corner of Lu Xuan's eye, he caught a glimpse of a white sedan silently sliding out from the shadows surrounding the villa at 45 Bening Street on the opposite bank of the river.

It had no lights on and kept its engine very quiet as it began to slowly wander along the street surrounding the villa.

The speed was controlled just right, neither attracting attention nor hindering a clear view of the surroundings.

That posture didn't look like it was looking for a parking space; it was more like a cautious cheetah, pacing back and forth before launching a fatal attack.

They confirmed the situation at the hunting grounds, eliminating any potential risks and informants.

Lu Xuan's figure, which was about to leap up, froze instantly. He concealed all his aura, and his gaze, through the gaps in the trees, locked firmly onto the white sedan.

Villa at 45 Benin Street, living room

Soft lighting dispelled the darkness outside the window, creating a tranquil atmosphere in the living room.

The three researchers—two men and one woman—were all around thirty years old on average. They were all neatly dressed, wearing glasses, and exuded a strong scholarly air.

At that moment, their faces were filled with heartfelt gratitude, and a hint of barely perceptible apology.

One of the male researchers, wearing black-rimmed glasses, spoke on behalf of the group, saying sincerely, "Thank you both for coming all the way from overseas to meet us."

"We are just ordinary people, and we really have troubled the country with our efforts. We also thank you both for your hard work."

Sitting opposite them were two elderly people with exceptional bearing.

One person was dressed in a snow-white silk exercise uniform, and the other was wearing a well-fitting black Tang suit with subtle patterns. They stood out in the modern living room of this foreign land.

This outfit itself is a silent declaration.

The Dragon Kingdom intends to use this highly symbolic oriental attire to clearly warn the Great Eagle Federation.

We came to pick them up in person, and they were no ordinary people.

This is a calculated move, a demonstration of strength.

However, this seemingly high-profile appearance was only one part of the whole plan.

The deeper strategic intention was to cooperate with Lu Xuan, who was currently hiding in the shadows of the slums on the other side of the river.

The two Grandmasters of Transformation Realm were in plain sight, attracting all potential attention and reconnaissance forces.

The more conspicuous they are, the more the Great Eagle Federation's intelligence agencies will focus their attention on them.

This greatly increases the probability of overlooking Lu Xuan, the true "pillar of stability".

Mingxiu plank road, dark Chencang.

These two masters, who had reached the pinnacle of internal energy cultivation, had white hair and beards and wrinkles on their faces, but they were still vigorous and their eyes shone with inner brilliance.

At this moment, the two of them sat upright on the sofa, their postures as straight as pine trees.

His aged body did not have the exaggerated, bulging muscles of a Western bodybuilder.

Instead, it has a smooth, refined, and understated physique, like steel forged through countless trials.

Seemingly ordinary, every inch of its flesh and blood contains a terrifying explosive power and a long-lasting aura that far surpasses that of those large creatures.

This is the outward manifestation of cultivating martial arts to the point of mastery and achieving a state of perfect control over qi and blood.

Upon hearing this, the elderly man in white smiled calmly, his voice gentle yet full of vigor: "Gentlemen, you flatter me."

"You are the nation's treasures. Ensuring your safe return home is of paramount importance and is our duty."

His gaze casually swept across the deep night outside the window, and he added, "This journey may be fraught with difficulties, but please rest assured, with us here, we will ensure your safety."

Outside the villa, the white sedan that Lu Xuan had marked as suspicious was filled with smoke!
"Fuck you!" In the passenger seat, a blond man with a burly face stubbed out his cigarette and cursed, spitting as he did so.

"After I finish this job, I really want to take this cigar and shove it right up into that son of a bitch captain's ass! Let him taste what it's like to be sodomized!"

In the driver's seat, another burly, blond man, who was inspecting the weapons he was carrying, didn't even look up when he heard this, and growled impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, Mike!"

"Jason, are you fucking done yet? Hurry up and hand over my 'sweetheart'!"

In the back seat, a dark-skinned black man and a burly man of mixed race were skillfully assembling several shotguns with their barrels sawed off, and several pistols.

The mixed-race man, known as Jason Han, handed out a loaded heavy pistol, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth, his smile filled with cruelty.

"Here's your sweetheart, boss. This gun will make those Chinese people feel like they're in heaven."

The four people in the car all carried an inescapable air of battlefield veterans, and it was obvious to anyone with eyes that they were people who had experienced the smoke of war.

As luck would have it, their secret mission was to pose as high-dose drug addicts and out-of-control mental patients and launch a large-scale shooting at the villa at 45 Bening Street.

Afterwards, someone will help them disguise the incident as a murder case involving burglary.

"Why don't these damned things stay in our great Federation?"

"They're a bunch of thieves and swindlers who stole our technology!"

"Damn it!" Mike muttered, still cursing under his breath as he held the gun.

He mixed his prejudices with his fear of the mission's risks into a vicious curse.

This mission is no small matter. The target location is protected by top experts from the Dragon Kingdom. They are well aware that they are likely to be cannon fodder pushed out to their deaths.

Therefore, these desperados not only hurled insults at their superiors, but also unleashed their boundless malice upon the three complete strangers.

The white sedan's engine roared low, carrying a sense of ferocity and murderous intent, as it slowly disappeared into the night on Benin Street.

Five minutes passed.

The white sedan did not drive towards the gate of the villa area, which was equipped with a security system.

Instead, a hundred meters away from the entrance, on a relatively quiet and clean cement road, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of the headlights, forcing the car to stop abruptly!

"Squeak—!"

The screech of brakes shattered the tranquility of the night.

"Heavy gift crab! Fuck squid! Boss! How the hell are you driving?!"

In the back seat of the car, two fully armed foreigners were thrown forward violently by inertia due to the sudden braking without warning.

The automatic rifles they were holding, the scattered bullets, and their own bodies all slammed into the back of the seat in front of them.

The foreigner on the right was even more unlucky; his entire face came into "close contact" with the cold, heavy rifle in his arms.

The excruciating pain of a broken nose bridge shot through him instantly, and warm blood immediately gushed from his nostrils and brow bone, smearing half of his face.

The excruciating pain and shock caused him to lose his mind instantly, and he instinctively started cursing, even hurling insults at the driver as well.

Under the dim streetlights, on the clean road, the beams of car headlights were fixed on the dark figure blocking the middle of the road, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"Shut the fuck up! If you keep making noise, I don't mind using a gun barrel to shove a hole in each of your asses!"

A harsh shout instantly drowned out the curses inside the car. When the two foreigners in the back seat recovered from the pain and confusion, they wiped the blood from their noses that were obscuring their vision.

Only then, by the car headlights, did they get a clear look at the people blocking their way.

An elderly man dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, leaning on what appeared to be an ordinary cane, stood expressionless in the center of the pillar of light.

It would have been better if they hadn't looked. Once they saw that typical face and that infuriatingly calm expression, the foreigners in the car were even more furious.

"Damn it! It's those persistent... people again!"

"I really want to smear their feigned calm faces with shit!" a foreigner muttered viciously in the car.

"Damn it, if I didn't have a mission, I'd go down there right now and tear his old bones apart one by one!" another foreigner chimed in.

"Wait a minute, where did he go? Where did that old guy with the cane go?"

The foreigners inside the car finally snapped out of their pain and curses.

Only then did I realize that the dark figure blocking the car headlights, the old man in a Zhongshan suit with a cane, had vanished!

Just as they were filled with doubt and their eyes darted around in surprise.

boom!
A slight, almost imperceptible cracking sound.

Outside the driver's side window, an aged finger, imbued with indescribable power, suddenly pressed against the cold car window glass.

The next instant, the sturdy bulletproof glass, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, instantly spread countless cracks.

Then, with a loud "crash," it exploded completely into dust!
Until the shattered glass shards completely scattered, Lu Xuan raised his calm eyes outside the car window, and there was a dazzling golden light in them that was too dazzling to look at directly!
The foreigners inside the car suddenly contracted their pupils and opened their mouths involuntarily, only to be horrified to find that they couldn't utter a single sound!

An invisible and intangible, terrifying pressure, like countless cold shackles, bound them firmly to the spot from head to toe, preventing them from moving even a finger!

Then, even more unimaginable scenes barged into their minds and vision.

In the perception of these foreigners, the surrounding night, streets, and vehicles all disappeared.

Instead, there are countless towering, majestic, and towering mountain peaks in shadow.

They brought with them an ancient, boundless, and all-crushing momentum, crashing down upon my insignificant soul!

That was an absolute crushing of will and spirit!

"Uh……"

Unable to even utter a decent groan, all the foreigners in the car felt as if their souls had been crushed into powder.

His vision went black, he completely lost consciousness, slumped in his seat, and passed out.

From the moment Lu Xuan made his move to the moment it ended, it was only a fleeting instant.

The night remained unchanged, as if nothing had ever happened.

As dawn broke, the last traces of darkness were dispelled from Benin Street.

The tightly closed gate of Villa No. 45 was finally opened.

The three researchers, escorted by two Grandmasters of Transformation Force, walked out calmly and got into the van that was already waiting at the door.

The whole process was smooth and quick, just like any ordinary morning commute.

On the opposite bank of the river, in the mixed woods of the slums, Lu Xuanjing stood in the shadow of the tree canopy, his gaze piercing through the morning mist, taking in everything.

The car he disposed of last night, along with the unconscious foreigner inside, had been quietly cleaned up without leaving any trace.

Lu Xuan watched as the van slowly drove away from 45 Bening Street, heading towards the airport.

He slid down from the tree silently, landing without stirring up a speck of dust.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Xuan strolled around seemingly casually, but always maintained a mysterious distance from the van in front of him.

Meanwhile, deep within a secret military base somewhere in the Great Eagle Federation.

Inside the command center, the lights were a stark white.

A middle-aged man with rank insignia indicating a high military position slammed his fist heavily on the control panel with a dull thud.

"Damn it! Mike, Bob... where the hell did those bastards go last night?"
Why is the target now on the way to the airport without any warning?

On the screen in front of the middle-aged captain, live footage was being transmitted from satellites and cameras along the route.

The van carrying three researchers and two masters of the Dragon Kingdom's martial arts prowess was traveling on the highway leading to the international airport.

Anger and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety intertwined in the middle-aged officer's eyes.

He absolutely could not let these few Chinese people who possessed the core technology leave.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged captain turned around abruptly and coldly issued the final order into the communicator.

"Activate the 'Sweeper' contingency plan!"
"Give Krut's team the order to terminate the mission: intercept the target vehicle on Highway 67 before those Chinese arrive at the airport!"

"If necessary, we must take all necessary measures to ensure that those individuals do not leave the Federation!"

"Yes, sir!" the subordinate replied without hesitation, and the order was quickly relayed.

Deep inside the base's garage, a heavily modified, heavily armored, high-performance off-road military vehicle, like a steel behemoth awakening, roared from its engine and suddenly shot forward.

Inside the car sat three silent men.

They exuded a cold aura, were unlike ordinary people, and had unnatural metal protrusions and interfaces on key parts of their bodies, clearly indicating that they were warriors who had undergone mechanical modifications.

The man in the passenger seat held an exaggeratedly designed, oversized revolver in his left hand, while his right eye was covered by an electronic lens that constantly flashed data streams.

The man in the back seat was even more outrageous; he was holding a heavy rifle and his entire body was covered in lightweight yet incredibly tough high-strength alloy armor.

The pilot was also fully armed, wearing a black alloy mask that covered half of his face.

Most alarmingly, a heavy weapon resembling a personal rocket launcher was prominently mounted on his right shoulder!

This killing squad, composed of three cyborg warriors, sped toward Highway 67, carrying a chilling aura of death.

(End of this chapter)