Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

Li Zhenhua didn't say anything, but reached out and pressed a few buttons on the combination lock.

After fingerprint verification, iris scanning, and a series of complicated procedures.

"Click".

The box popped open, and a blast of cold air escaped. As the white mist dissipated, the contents were revealed.

Jiang Han's pupils contracted slightly.

That's a gun. But not an ordinary gun.

It's entirely matte black, a size larger than a regular pistol, with an alarmingly thick barrel. The grip has anti-slip textures and a line of small print.

【Tyrant-001】

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"This was custom-made for you by those lunatics at the arsenal." Li Zhenhua took out the gun.

It's heavy, weighing at least three kilograms. It would be difficult for an average person to hold with one hand, let alone fire it; the recoil could break a wrist.

"It has a caliber of 12.7 millimeters and uses a specially made mercury explosive shell. It will leave a big hole in a person, and it can shatter the bones of a rice dumpling," Li Zhenhua explained. "It also contains cinnabar and black dog blood. Although I don't know if it works, those old Taoist priests said it was blessed."

Jiang Han took it; it was icy cold to the touch, and the metallic texture made his palms itch. He skillfully pulled the sleeve.

Click!

The crisp sound was like the grinding of Death's teeth.

"Good gun," Jiang Han praised.

He raised his gun and glanced out the window. This thing was more powerful than a Desert Eagle; only someone with his physical abilities could handle it.

"Besides the gun, there's this too."

Li Zhenhua took out another red notebook from the box. It was very thin, but it felt heavier than the gun in his hand. The cover only had the national emblem on it; there wasn't a single word on it.

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Inside was a photo of Jiang Han, with only one line of text below:

Special Enforcement Certificate

Number: 001.

There was no organization, no official position, only a red seal. It was a symbol of supreme power.

"What is this?" Jiang Han asked knowingly.

"You can call it... a license to kill." Li Zhenhua's voice was low. "With this, within China, apart from those few individuals, no one can stop you. If necessary, you can act first and report later, mobilizing all local resources, including the army."

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow. This power was a bit too much, too hot to handle.

"Why did you give me this?" Jiang Han closed the notebook and threw it on the table. "I'm just a news anchor. I don't want to be an official, and I don't want to work for you. I have another mission to complete!"

Li Zhenhua looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Because you need it, and you deserve it. Jiang Han, what you've done has gone beyond the scope of ordinary people. The law can't control you, nor can it protect you. We need someone who can walk in the darkness, to guard those shady doors for this country. And you are the best candidate."

Jiang Han fell silent. He lit a cigarette, his face somewhat blurred by the swirling smoke.

"I'm not clean," Jiang Han suddenly said. "I'm sick, terminally ill."

Li Zhenhua was stunned. He looked at Jiang Han, at this man who had just suppressed the Corpse Dragon and killed without blinking an eye.

"What illness?"

"Lung cancer." Jiang Han pointed to his chest. "Late stage. The doctor said I wouldn't live more than three months, and now I guess I only have two months left."

He spoke of it so casually, as if he were talking about a cold.

Li Zhenhua's pupils contracted. Late-stage lung cancer? This man with godlike strength was actually dying?

"And your power..."

"It's something I got by sacrificing my life." Jiang Han smiled, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "The Qilin bloodline isn't so easy to obtain; it's consuming my life. The stronger I become, the faster I'll die. That's why I'm going to those forbidden zones to find medicine, to find something that can keep me alive."

Li Zhenhua fell silent. He was a soldier, accustomed to life and death, but he had never seen anyone like this before. Carrying the countdown to death, yet risking his life for his country.

"Why didn't you join the army?" Li Zhenhua suddenly asked. "With your skills, if you had joined the army earlier..."

"I failed the physical exam." Jiang Han interrupted him. "I've been traumatized since then. Nobody wants a sickly person."

Li Zhenhua felt as if something was blocking his heart, making him feel uncomfortable.

He stood up straight and gave Jiang Han a standard military salute.

"Comrade Jiang Han, the country owes you."

Jiang Han waved his hand. "Alright, stop getting sentimental. I'm doing this to save my own life. It's a deal, each of us gets what we need."

He didn't want to be a hero. Heroes all die young. Although he also died young, he wanted to die a quick and painless death.

Li Zhenhua lowered his hand. He knew some things didn't need to be said.

He took out the last item from a hidden compartment in the box: a sealed document bag marked "Top Secret - Lishan".

"Now that you have this identity, there's a place you should perhaps visit. It might hold the source of your bloodline, or it might hold... the medicine to save your life."

Jiang Han took the file bag, her hands trembling slightly.

Mount Li. The Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor. It is the ultimate dream of all tomb raiders, and the graveyard of all explorers.

He tore open the seal and pulled out the documents inside.

The first page is a black and white photograph, very blurry, as if taken deep underground. The background is a magnificent underground palace, and a person stands at the palace entrance.

The person had their back to the camera, wearing a dark blue hoodie, and carrying a long black knife on their back.

Jiang Han's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

That knife, it was the Black Gold Ancient Knife. And that garment, it was exactly the same as the one he was wearing.

However, the date of the photo is printed in the lower right corner.

[1980]

He wasn't even born yet.

"Who is this?" Jiang Han's voice was a little hoarse.

Li Zhenhua shook his head. "I don't know. This is the last photo sent back by Expedition Team No. 0 back then; they all disappeared after that. This photo is the only proof that someone went inside. And..."

Li Zhenhua paused, looking into Jiang Han's eyes.

"Look at his hands."

Jiang Han lowered her head and carefully examined the person's hand in the photo. The hand hung at the side, with exceptionally long index and middle fingers.

It looks exactly like Jiang Han's fingers.

boom!

Jiang Han felt like something had exploded in his head.

That's the "Father's Finger," a characteristic of the Qilin bloodline. Who exactly was the person who entered Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum in 1980? Was it his father? Or... someone else?

"This job." Jiang Han raised his head, the confusion in his eyes dissipating, replaced by an even more frenzied flame.

"I accepted it."

"Mount Li".

"I'm definitely going."