Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

For Li Rui, who was opposite them, during those 0.3 seconds, his brain underwent a far more profound trial.

As his gaze swept over the specially made "emergency response kits," Zhang Zhaoqing's memory of Wang Shijun's troop deployment instructions automatically aligned;

Sensing the traces of sin on the other person, their identity was confirmed.

This is Wang Shijun's hunting dog.

They are henchmen who aid and abet evildoers.

His hands were stained with sin.

They must be burned at the stake!

And we must not allow them to transmit even a single byte of information.

The moment the verdict was in his mind, Li Rui's actions started even before his thoughts began.

He clasped his hands together.

"Smack."

A very faint sound of palms clapping.

In that final 0.3 seconds, before the team leader's voice could even vibrate his vocal cords, the trigger of the tranquilizer gun was just millimeters away from being pulled down, and the liquid nitrogen injector in the emergency response kit had only been half withdrawn.

An anomaly has occurred.

The hard cement ground on both sides of the alley suddenly cracked without warning!

Without any prelude or sparks, six thick, dark red fire dragons burst from the ground beneath the feet of the six Black Stone team members and soared into the sky!

The six fire dragons instantly intertwined to form an airtight, dark red cage, pinning the six people firmly to the spot.

An information black hole forms in an instant.

The ultimate micro-management of the Infernal Fire skill revealed its terrifying attributes.

The communication microphone at the leader's collar instantly turned into a pool of molten iron the moment it came into contact with the dark red flames, flowing down his collarbone.

The miniature cameras hidden on their chests vanished silently in a puff of smoke;

The sophisticated communication jammers and electronic components around his waist had their internal circuit boards burned out synchronously under the terrifying energy pulse.

No images were transmitted, and no sound was transmitted back.

This narrow alleyway became a complete blind spot in Wang Shijun's command network.

What followed was a complete and utter crushing defeat.

The Blackrock Squad's much-vaunted "targeted setup" became a complete joke in the face of Inferno.

The team member who had pulled out the liquid nitrogen injector pressed the switch in despair, but the extremely cold liquid nitrogen that gushed out did not play a role in extinguishing the flames the moment it touched the dark red flames. Instead, it was forcibly decomposed by the will of the karmic fire and turned into white mist that filled the sky.

Those flame-retardant masks made of aerospace materials were reduced to ashes under the scorching heat of the fire, like snowflakes under the blazing sun, and couldn't even last a second.

Because karmic fire does not burn matter.

What burns first is the soul.

Six elite mercenaries, injected with enhancement drugs, are now facing the longest and most agonizing hell of their lives.

The flames directly ignited the countless killings and sins hidden deep within their souls.

In the hallucination, they were forced to experience the pain of being slit in the throat, shot, and cruelly tortured hundreds of times from the perspective of the victim.

In reality, their bodies were imprisoned within the pillars of fire, unable even to twitch.

Muscles are dissolving, bones are carbonizing, and the extraordinary endurance brought by the "Tranquilizing V-Shape" has become a catalyst for them to endure endless pain.

Two seconds.

From the moment they met at the intersection to the moment it all ended, only two breaths had passed.

The six soaring fire dragons suddenly receded, shrinking back underground like swallows returning to their nests, as if they had never appeared at all.

The dim streetlights flickered, illuminating the narrow alley once more.

There were no corpses, no severed limbs, and no bloodstains in the alley.

There were only six puddles of grayish-white powder on the ground, mixed with a few pieces of metal residue that had solidified into strange shapes.

Six sets of black casual clothes that originally fit perfectly now lay limp and empty on the powder, still in the tactical posture they had adopted in their last moments before death.

The night wind blew in from the other end of the alley, stirring up the fine, grayish-white powder.

They were like a dirty snowflake, swirling in the air a few times before completely disappearing into the dark corners of the city.

Li Rui slowly lowered his clasped hands.

He didn't even glance at the debris on the ground; his dark red eyes remained calm and still, as if he had just crushed a few insects that were blocking his way.

He strode forward, his leather shoes silently stepping over the few empty sets of clothes.

He raised his head.

At the end of the alley, three hundred meters away, the magnificent Yunxiao Mansion pierced the clouds, its rooftop garden radiating an arrogant glow under the night sky.

That is the throne of evil.

Li Rui put his hands back into his coat pockets, feeling the warmth of the ruby ​​brooch on his chest through the fabric.

"Found it."

He murmured softly, his figure disappearing into the darkness once more, approaching the throne step by step.

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The penthouse apartment in Yunxiao Mansion.

Wang Shijun stood in front of the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the dazzling neon lights of the city below.

He was like a patient chess player, waiting to capture the opponent's most important piece.

"drop--"

A short, soft click came from the study's door intercom, and Shen Jian, the commander-in-chief of Blackstone International's special operations in Dawn City, strode in.

Shen Jian was a burly man with a face that looked as if it had been carved by a knife and axe.

He had fought in the most chaotic overseas war zones and carried the indelible smell of gunpowder on him.

But at this moment, the usually composed mercenary leader's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.

"Young Master Wang, something's happened." Shen Jian didn't waste any words and placed the tactical tablet in his hand next to Wang Shijun.

Wang Shijun paused slightly in his swirling of the wine glass, but without turning around, he simply asked, "What? You spotted Li Rui?"

"Yes." Shen Jian tapped on a data record on his tablet, his voice hoarse. "Three minutes ago, the sixth squad, which was responsible for mobile searches on the edge of the fourth district, lost contact."

"Out of contact?" Wang Shijun turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"It was an instantaneous loss of contact." Shen Jian's finger swept across the screen, bringing up six parallel electrocardiogram curves. At a certain moment, all six curves simultaneously turned into straight lines. "Not only the vital signs monitors, but also the miniature communicators and anti-interference signal sources they carried were all cut off in an instant."

A brief silence fell over the study.

Wang Shijun lowered his eyes and looked at the six glaring straight lines on the tablet.

However, to Shen Jian's surprise, he did not see any fear or panic on the face of this young nobleman.

On the contrary, Wang Shijun's lips gradually curled upwards, and a fanatical light slowly emerged in his eyes.

"Instant erasure..." Wang Shijun murmured these four words softly, "The liquid nitrogen injector didn't work? The aerospace-grade flame-retardant mask didn't work either?"

"Judging from the data feedback, the equipment was destroyed before it could even function," Shen Jian said through gritted teeth. "Young Master Wang, this kind of power is beyond our current tactical capabilities. This is no ordinary fire."