As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 266 Taking the Initiative
The straight-line distance from the underground arena to the Black Dream organization's pre-planned ambush location is approximately 2,450 meters.

However, it is blocked by several building complexes and factory areas.

In order to race against time, Xu Yan no longer concealed his true feelings.

The results of Kuangtie Club's day and night hard training have transformed into surging power, making his legs seem like rocket boosters, allowing him to speed between high-rise buildings, factories, and gas pipelines, moving almost in a perfect straight line.

Each time a foot stomps on a wall or road, it unleashes an explosive force, leaving a deep imprint on the wall and the ground, even revealing the outline of the toes.

The resulting extremely high speed left him trailing an astonishing afterimage.

Each time it takes off, it can engulf a distance of thirty to fifty meters.

Fortunately, at this moment, the entire city of Dawn was focused on the chaos in the underground arena, and most of the higher-level Spirit Masters rushed to provide support, so no one noticed Xu Yan's figure going against the current.

"Beep beep, beep beep beep beep!"

As he sped forward, Xu Yan turned on his wireless communicator to search for Long Jianhuan's signal.

Wireless communication technology in the Age of Heroes was not advanced. Even if they could replicate the walkie-talkies and radios of the Strange Machine Civilization, the effective communication distance was often greatly reduced due to severe magnetic interference in the air and substandard precision of parts.

Even though Long Jianhuan had provided his team with the most advanced communication equipment available, within the limits of what was possible.

Whether they can communicate with each other in a timely, stable, and clear manner still depends on luck.

Sure enough, apart from the static, the bulky, black wireless communicator couldn't detect any signals from Long Jianhuan or the other team members.

Xu Yan adjusted the knob, continuously increasing the search power of the wireless communicator.

When the knob's pointer crossed the red warning line, which represented danger, a different sound finally came from the wireless communicator, in addition to the "hissing" sound.

First came the "ee-yah-yah," as if someone was waving their water sleeves and softly singing an ancient opera.

Then came the sounds of a woman crying and a child laughing, intertwined in an eerie way.

Then came the sound of "crackling, crackling," like a butcher chopping meat and smashing bones.

Finally, there was the sigh from an old-fashioned phonograph, full of metallic and magnetic energy.

No, it's not just the sound.

The sound waves emanating from the speaker of the wireless communicator seemed to coalesce into eerie, dancing tentacles, attempting to burrow into Xu Yan's brain through his ear canals.

This is not Long Jianhuan.

It wasn't any member of the team either.

Rather, they are the remnants of the past that are very common in the Age of Heroes, drifting in the air.

More accurately, it doesn't even qualify as a remnant soul with a stable magnetic field; it's merely a ripple of an old remnant soul, a remnant of demons and monsters.

When attempting to establish wireless communication, this situation often occurs: ripples of lingering spirits from the past infiltrate the terminal device along the wireless network, and then, using the interactive functions of the terminal device, infiltrate the depths of the communicator's mind, causing the communicator to experience visual and auditory hallucinations, or even more serious mental illnesses.

This phenomenon is commonly known as "misconnecting wires".

This is extremely dangerous for ordinary users.

This is also one of the important reasons why wireless communication applications are not widespread in the Age of Heroes.

Many ordinary people would rather use a landline or even write a letter than connect their brains to a treacherous wireless network in any way.

Of course, Xu Yan is no ordinary person.

Faced with the ghostly voice coming from the wireless communicator, he was completely unprepared and even opened up his mind.

The tentacles rustled and burrowed into his ear canal.

I sensed his brain domain, or more accurately, a small part of the unfathomable depths of his brain.

0.1 seconds later, the tentacles, as if witnessing a truly evil, terrifying, and indescribable existence, were greatly frightened and shocked, and scrambled back into the depths of the wireless communicator's speaker, disappearing without a trace. This time, Long Jianhuan's unclear voice finally came through the communication channel.

"Hey, Xu Yan, is that you?"

"I overheard a conversation between members of the Black Dream organization!"

Xu Yan hurriedly shouted, "They're preparing to capture Jean-Jacques at interception point number two!"

"Hey, hey, what did you say? I can't hear you!"

Long Jianhuan's voice was not clear, as if it came from the depths of quicksand.

Xu Yan repeated it several times.

The two continued to talk at cross purposes.

By this time, he had arrived near the intersection of Mole Street and Iron Felt Road.

Xu Yan slowed down.

The Black Dream organization's elite squad is likely lurking nearby.

He dared not display any more astonishing mobility.

Even wireless communicators have to be turned off for fear of being intercepted by the other party.

"I hope Long Jianhuan heard what I said and can get here in time."

Xu Yanxin said, "Before that, I must stop the Black Dream organization's elite squad and take Jean-Jacques away!"

He lay in ambush on the rooftop of a five-story building on the southwest side of the intersection, a building that Long Jianhuan's squad had already scouted.

From this vantage point, one can see the surrounding two main roads and seven or eight side roads.

There are several taller buildings nearby than his hiding place.

To avoid the possibility that Black Dream Organization's scouts or even snipers might be hiding behind a window, Xu Yan used the mountain of clutter on the rooftop to conceal himself as much as possible.

At first glance, traffic at the intersection appears to be normal.

Aside from the occasional fire truck and ambulance speeding towards the underground arena with a whooshing sound, there were also several other vehicles.

There was nothing unusual.

Xu Yan narrowed his eyes, silently surveying every window of the surrounding buildings, but he still couldn't determine where the elite members of the Black Dream organization were hiding.

The target has already appeared.

At the end of Mole Street, leading directly to the Golden Iris Entertainment Center, are two large commercial vehicles, one in front of the other, equipped with blast-proof armor, all with black-painted windows and welded grilles.

These commercial vehicles are known for their astonishing passenger capacity.

Each vehicle can easily seat eight to ten fully armed, burly men.

Between the two black minivans was Jean-Jacques's custom-made extended luxury sedan, adorned with the magnificent crest of the Golden Iris Dynasty.

In Dawn, this model is unique and is a symbol of Jean-Jacques.

The convoy will pass through the intersection in about half a minute.

Xu Yan was very curious about what method the Black Dream organization's elite team planned to use to abduct a target with strict security measures in broad daylight.
Fifteen seconds later.

Jean-Jacques's convoy was 200 meters from the intersection.

A tanker truck painted with "Liming Heavy Industry" and "Dangerous Goods" signs sped across the iron felt road.

(End of this chapter)