Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The very second Wang Shijun finished speaking—

"boom!"

Suddenly, a charred hole exploded in the center of the gate.

Dark red flames licked the edges of the hole like living creatures, and molten metal dripped down the door panel, scorching the carpet with hissing marks.

The two elite guards standing on either side of the door were so shocked by the sudden explosion that their eardrums rang.

On the other side of the hole was a corridor.

Li Rui stood there.

Behind him were broken surveillance cameras, and drooping cables were emitting blue smoke.

Further down the corridor, at a corner, two sets of combat uniforms lay scattered on the ground, along with unused liquid nitrogen injectors and flame-retardant masks—the force guarding Wang Shijun's room.

Li Rui had his left hand in his trench coat pocket, gently stroking the slightly warm ruby ​​brooch through the fabric.

My right hand had just withdrawn from the edge of that charred hole, with embers still lingering on my fingertips.

Wang Shijun froze, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He saw those eyes—no madness, no rage, only an emptiness after everything had burned away, and two eternally burning dark red dots deep within that emptiness.

Those eyes seemed to say: You can't escape now.

Only at this moment did Wang Shijun finally realize:

Everything he was so proud of—money, power, black stones, scheming—became a joke the moment that door was burned through.

At the same time, at the entrance of the Chenxi City Police Department building, Wang Shiwei rushed out of the revolving door and ran wildly towards the parking lot.

The night wind ripped at her hair, her eyes filled with fear and pleading.

Her phone was still lit up, but the screen showed that the call had been dropped.

She didn't know that the moment she started the car—

Behind that door, a fire had already begun to burn.

……

Li Rui stepped through the damaged gate and into the study.

It wasn't until this moment that the two bodyguards standing guard on either side of the door finally snapped out of their shock.

Almost the instant Li Rui landed, the two men's bodies reacted with perfect tactical response.

Without a word, the two submachine guns were raised simultaneously, and the index fingers had already pressed the triggers to fire the first shot.

However, they were no longer facing humans.

Li Rui is faster.

He simply raised his right hand, which he had just pulled back from the edge of the doorway, and casually flicked his fingers in the air.

"laugh--"

Three thin, dark red lines of fire shot out from his fingertips.

too fast.

It was so fast that it exceeded the limits of retinal imaging, so fast that the nerves enhanced by the drug couldn't even see the flight path.

The first two lines of fire pierced precisely between the eyebrows of the two elite Black Stone guards.

The movements of the two elite soldiers froze completely at that moment.

Before the gun barrels could even unleash their deadly metallic storm, their eyes were filled with a desperate, dark red.

The karmic fire ignited directly from the depths of their souls, initiating the most domineering physical erasure from the inside out.

There were no screams, no struggles.

In just half a second, the two fully armed men turned into two pools of grayish-white powder with a carbonization sound.

The third line of fire was aimed directly at Shen Jian, the commander-in-chief of Operation Black Stone, who was standing next to Wang Shijun.

However, Shen Jian did not die.

Faced with this devastating barrage of flames, the mercenary leader, who had spent ten years fighting in the bloodiest war zones, displayed an extremely terrifying, beastly instinct.

He didn't even try to draw the gun, nor did he try to identify what kind of fire it was.

The instant Li Rui raised his hand, Shen Jian felt a chill run down his spine, and a warning of certain death exploded wildly in his mind.

He suddenly exerted force with both legs, and his whole body lunged to the side and backward like a cannonball.

"Bang!"

Shen Jian crashed heavily onto the floor, using the momentum to roll around and narrowly escape behind a huge bar table carved from a single piece of natural marble.

The dark red streak of fire grazed his heel, burning a black hole in the carpet where he had been standing.

Hiding behind the bar, Shen Jian's chest heaved violently.

His brain was working frantically, desperately squeezing out every possible chance to survive.

"Our conventional fire-resistant weapons are useless... absolutely useless! That's not natural fire at all!"

Shen Jian gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He knew that the only thing he could gamble on now was physical isolation.

This solid marble bar counter is heavy enough, and the natural stone is extremely fire-resistant; perhaps... perhaps it can stop that eerie flame for a few seconds?

He doesn't need to defeat his opponent; he just needs to buy time!

Just now, the recall information was sent to all Blackstone squads in the city, and he was convinced that his men were returning at full speed to provide support.

Just hold on for these few seconds!

Shen Jian ripped off all the high-compression liquid nitrogen grenades hanging from his tactical belt.

"Click, click, click!"

With the safety rings pulled out one after another, he frantically threw grenades at the ground on both sides of the bar and into the air in the study.

"Whoosh—Boom!!!"

Several liquid nitrogen grenades detonated simultaneously.

An extreme chill rises.

Thick, white, cold fog exploded in the study, and the extremely cold liquid nitrogen, at nearly two hundred degrees below zero, instantly froze the surrounding air.

A thick layer of white frost instantly formed on the ornate solid wood bookshelves, the expensive leather sofas, and even on the floor of the entire bar area.

The front half of the study instantly transformed into a frozen, dead zone.

Shen Jian's throwing angle was carefully calculated—

All the grenades landed within a three-meter radius in front of the bar, and the cold mist acted like a death veil, blocking all paths for Li Rui to approach from the front.

The area where Wang Shijun was located was on the edge of the spreading cold fog, so he would only feel a biting chill and would not be affected.

Shen Jian pinned his hopes on the extreme cold, which was enough to freeze steel instantly, to counteract the devilish heat.

After doing all this, Shen Jian's movements did not stop at all.

He pulled out a high-concentration "Tranquilizer V" medication.

This is both a trump card and a poison.

While a high-concentration version can provide a brief burst of power, it puts greater stress on the heart and inevitably causes negative effects on the body.

But at this moment, he had no other choice.

The sharp needle pierced the body directly and roughly, and the thumb pressed down hard on the plunger.

"Ugh—!"

The deep purple liquid instantly washed over his entire body along with his surging blood.

Shen Jian's pupils dilated to their limit in an instant, and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest was like a dense war drum.

Thick, bulging veins, like twisted earthworms, bulged wildly on his forehead and neck, his muscles seemingly about to tear apart the constraints of his combat uniform.

Ultimate power, ultimate reaction, ultimate madness.

"Die!!!"

------

------

------

Thank you to the amazing "Master Cao who loves stewed fish with bamboo shoots" for the certification!