Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

"The Temple of the Sun?"

"What? Even pyramid schemes are using such fancy names these days?"

Suzaku was still in a state of extreme shock and fear when he heard these words. He almost lost his composure, and the tension of the sky falling down was instantly dispelled by an emotion called "speechlessness".

"Dragon... Dragon Lord..."

Zhuque took a deep breath and tried her best to make her voice sound more professional.

"This is not some pyramid scheme where they hand out eggs on the street."

"The Temple of the Sun, which originated in Europe a hundred years ago, is a well-known 'concentration camp for lunatics' on the dark web. They don't believe in God, but in science, or more precisely, in the kind of black technology that involves dissecting and studying people."

Zhuque pointed to the corpse of the man in black who had committed suicide in the corner.

"Look at his equipment, the technology that allows soft armor to be implanted under the skin, and the contorted movements that defy ergonomics just now—these are all products of 'human modification'."

"In their eyes, humans are just monkeys that haven't fully evolved. And they are attempting to create a true 'god' through technological means."

"oh."

Shen Jinglong responded with a faint "yes".

"After all this time, they're just a bunch of people with severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)."

"Want to create gods? Then they should write novels instead of running wild on my turf."

Human body modification.

In vivo experiments.

These words, put together, reminded him of the painless war machines on the northern battlefields.

These bastards actually dared to lay their hands on Sisi.

"Dragon Lord, you must not underestimate your enemy."

Zhuque was a little anxious. She knew all too well the "honey badger" personality of her Dragon Lord—he was indifferent to life and death and would fight anyone who disagreed.

"According to intelligence from the Black Dragon Temple's overseas branches, the Sun Temple has been searching the world for people with special physical characteristics, which they call 'divine bodies'."

"No one they take ever comes back alive. I've heard... their fate is worse than death; they're dismantled into pieces, even..."

"Shut up."

Shen Jinglong suddenly interrupted Zhuque.

Shen Jinglong turned his head to look at the window on the second floor that was lit with a warm yellow light.

His daughter is there.

"Don't let me hear that disgusting nonsense again."

Shen Jinglong straightened his collar, trying his best to make his expression look gentler.

"Clean up these piles of trash, don't scare the children."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the villa.

Suzaku was left alone, bewildered in the wind and rain. Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and the badge that had turned into a gold coin, he smiled bitterly and used his tactical headset to call the "clean-up" team.

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The living room of the villa.

The heating was on full blast, but it couldn't dispel the oppressive, stifling atmosphere in the air.

Qin Xuerong sat on the sofa, holding Sisi tightly, as if she wanted to meld her daughter into her very bones.

Sisi has stopped crying, but her little body still twitches from time to time, which is a physiological reaction after being frightened.

When Qin Xuerong saw Shen Jinglong enter, her eyes, which were always full of gentleness, were now filled with panic and helplessness.

"Jinglong...who...who exactly are they?"

"The group of money-hungry kidnappers have been dealt with."

Shen Jinglong walked over, half-squatted in front of the sofa, and gently rubbed Sisi's head with his large hand.

"Don't be afraid, Sisi. The bad guys have already been spanked by their dad and they've all run home to find their mom."

"R-really?"

Sisi raised her head, her big eyes red and swollen, like a wronged little rabbit.

"When has Dad ever lied to you?"

Shen Jinglong smiled and extended his little finger.

"Come on, pinky promise."

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now..."

Shen Jinglong looked at Qin Xuerong.

Qin Xuerong was carefully covering Sisi with a small blanket. Her profile was gentle and serene. Although she was a little pale from the fright she had just experienced, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

"Xue Rong".

Shen Jinglong called out softly.

"Hmm?" Qin Xuerong looked up.

"In the past few years, besides Sisi's illness, have you noticed anything different about your body?"

"I?"

Qin Xuerong was taken aback, seemingly not understanding why Shen Jinglong suddenly asked this question.

She thought for a moment, then said hesitantly:

"Nothing special, it's just that sometimes when I get injured, I seem to heal really quickly. Also, last time in the kitchen, I accidentally drank some expired milk, and you all got diarrhea, but I was fine..."

She smiled sheepishly.

"Does that count? Maybe it's because I usually eat a lot of vegetarian food."

Shen Jinglong's heart sank.

Invulnerable to all poisons?

Super strong self-healing ability?

This is an effect that you can't get from just eating vegetarian food!

He suddenly realized that things might be more complicated than he had imagined.

It's possible that the "divine body" coveted by those lunatics isn't just for Sisi.

It could also be...

"drop--"

Just then, Zhuque walked in, holding a tablet computer in his hand, looking hurried.

She glanced at Sisi, who was already asleep, and said in a low voice:

"Dragon Lord, we've made a discovery."

"We cracked the communicator that was being carried on the leader's corpse."

Shen Jinglong stood up, gave Qin Xuerong a reassuring look, and then strode out of the living room.

"explain."

Standing under the covered walkway, Shen Jinglong lit a cigarette.

He rarely smokes unless he really wants to kill someone.

"That communicator has a very high level of encryption. Even the Black Dragon Palace's information department almost burned out the CPU before they could decrypt it."

Zhuque handed the tablet to Shen Jinglong.

On the screen is a map of flashing red dots.

"These guys are very cautious; all their communication records are 'read-and-destroy' codes. But they never anticipated that their captain was 'directionally challenged'."

Zhuque pointed to the trajectory line on the map, a hint of mockery on his face.

"To facilitate the retreat, this guy enabled real-time path recording in the background. Although it's only a short 30-minute data set, it's enough for us to deduce their hideout."

Shen Jinglong stared at the spot where the red dot finally disappeared.

That was a long-abandoned industrial area on the western outskirts of Cangcheng.

"This used to be a chemical plant, but it was abandoned five years ago due to an explosion. The map shows it as a wasteland, but according to the thermal imaging satellite scan just now..."

Zhuque swiped the screen and brought up a red and blue heat map.

Beneath that abandoned chemical plant, there was an unusually active heat source reaction.

"It's practically an underground fortress."

"Very good."

Shen Jinglong exhaled a smoke ring, which instantly dissipated in the rain.

"Now that we've found the rat hole, there's no reason not to set it on fire."

"Dragon Lord, should we deploy the Black Dragon Guard? That's a stronghold of the Sun Temple, it's definitely full of traps and mechanisms, and we don't know how many of those cyborgs are there..." Suzaku said with some concern.

"We don't need too many people."

Shen Jinglong threw away the cigarette butt, and the spark went out with a "hiss" in the puddle.

"Speed ​​is of the essence in war. Take a squad of 'Dragon Fang' commandos and follow me."

"Now?" Suzaku was taken aback. "Don't we need to develop a battle plan? The enemy is..."

"plan?"

Shen Jinglong straightened his cuffs, a chilling glint of savagery flashing in his eyes.

"My plan is to kick down the door, kill anything alive, and smash anything else in sight."

"Since they like playing with human body modification, I'll go and give them a free 'amputation'."

"Prepare the car."

Shen Jinglong's voice was unquestionable.

"I will make sure these rats in the gutter never see the sun before dawn."

Zhuque looked at the murderous man in front of her and felt a chill run down her spine.

She suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the people in that outpost.

Of all people to provoke, why did they have to provoke this madman who protects his daughter like the apple of his eye?

This is more than just kicking a hornet's nest.

This is practically like kicking a nuclear fuse barefoot.

"Yes! I'll arrange it right away!"