Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The seven team members around the fourth brother dispersed in response, moving upwards along both sides of the stairs in a tactical formation, their footsteps extremely light, and even their breathing as low as possible.

The guns they carried were made of a special all-polymer material with no metal parts, and the bullets were high-density ceramic bullets, specifically optimized for "targets that emit electricity".

Han Dongcheng even specially added an insulating lining to the combat uniforms for everyone, covering them from head to toe, and even the shoelaces were made of Kevlar.

The fourth brother had heard from Han Dongcheng that Zhao Hongtu had died without leaving a trace.

But he didn't believe in such things. He had been working on the border for eight years and had seen all sorts of tough characters.

Even the most bizarre ability can withstand the crossfire of eight guns?

When he catches that electric intruder, he's going to personally break off each of the intruder's fingers to see if the electric arcs can still jump.

We've reached the corner of the stairs.

The fourth brother raised his left hand and made a tactical gesture: three people stick to the left wall, three people stick to the right wall, and two people go down the middle, advancing with cross-cover.

The eight men held their breath, lowered their bodies, and pointed their guns at the corridor. They landed without making a sound.

The next second, the eight people turned the corner.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Liu Zhengang had just turned out of the fire escape when he suddenly stopped.

Ten meters ahead, eight black gun barrels were pointed directly at his chest. The safety was off, and fingers were on the triggers, ready to riddle him with bullets in the next second.

Both sides were stunned for half a second.

The fourth brother's pupils reflected the man's face—a man in his forties, his face covered in dust and bloodstains, his left hand hanging naturally at his side, his right hand slightly raised, his fingertips seemingly carrying a faint blue light.

It was him; he was the intruder.

No nonsense, no warnings.

The fourth brother raised his right hand instantly, aiming the gun precisely at Liu Zhen's heart, and pressed down hard with his fingertips.

"shot!"

Eight guns simultaneously spewed flames, their ceramic bullets tearing through the air and hurtling towards Liu Zhen with a whistling sound.

At this distance, there are no blind spots, no room to dodge. Even the best mercenaries could not dodge the volley of eight guns at such close range.

A sinister smile had already crept onto the fourth brother's lips.

But Liu Zhen did not dodge.

He even took half a step forward, facing the muzzle of the gun, his right hand outstretched, palm facing the direction of the eight men, his gaze passing over the spitting gun muzzle, past the flying bullets, and landing on the fingers pulling the trigger.

He didn't need to hide, because he knew Meng Zhaowen was behind him.

That bespectacled man will always be there to offer him the strongest shield whenever he needs it.

This was the tacit understanding they had developed through two weeks of fighting side by side. They didn't need to shout, gesture, or even look at each other—he was in charge of the attack, and Meng Zhaowen was in charge of the backup, that was all.

The bullet had flown to within a meter of Liu Zhen's body; the heat from the friction of the metal against the air felt as if it could burn a person's skin.

Just then, the ceiling of the corridor suddenly exploded.

Countless vines burst forth from the gaps in the ventilation ducts, from the gaps in the ceiling joists, and from every spot on the walls where Meng Zhaowen had planted seeds beforehand.

They seemed to be infused with some kind of violent vitality, their branches thickening and intertwining at a visible speed, instantly forming a plant shield half a meter thick in front of Liu Zhen.

The deep green sap flowed down the veins of the vines, the leaves layered upon layered, dense and impenetrable, like a wall woven from countless living things.

The muffled thuds of bullets piercing the vines blended together.

Wood chips flew everywhere, sap sprayed, and the outermost branches were shattered by the ceramic projectiles, revealing the fibrous interior inside.

But the vines were too dense and too thick, and the kinetic energy was dissipated layer by layer, so not a single bullet could penetrate the shield.

The first few bullets were stuck deep in the vines, with only a bit of the pale ceramic edge showing, as if they had been swallowed by a monster.

In the shadows at the other end of the corridor, Meng Zhaowen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and his temples throbbing painfully.

His mental energy was being pulled outwards like a water pump, and every second he maintained the shield, his head felt like it was being pricked with needles.

But he couldn't let up. He saw that Liu Zhen's right hand had already been raised, and the electric arcs at his fingertips were beginning to flicker. He only needed to hold on for one more second, just one second would be enough.

A second, in the face of life and death, feels like an eternity.

Liu Zhen's gaze passed over the ever-growing vine shield and landed on the eight people.

He glanced at the polymer firearms in their hands, then at the insulated combat suits they wore, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Did you think that wearing an insulating suit would make you safe?

too naive.

He used to be an electrician, and spent half his life repairing circuits. He knew the temperament of electricity best.

Electric current is not just a static thing that only travels along wires; it also has a quirk called "coupling"—when two circuits that are not directly connected are close enough together, their electromagnetic fields will influence each other, and energy will jump from one circuit to the other, even the insulation layer cannot stop it.

The human body is a conductor.

Blood contains electrolytes, and nerve signals rely on potential differences. Insulating clothing can block direct electric shocks from the outside, as well as electric fields generated within your own body.

Liu Zhen's mental energy instantly spread out, enveloping the entire corridor.

Five thin arcs of electricity, as fine as hair, leaped from between the five fingers of his right hand. They were not aimed at people, but shot in five different directions, weaving together in the air to form an invisible electromagnetic field.

Then, the net began to vibrate.

It vibrates at the natural frequency of human nerve signals.

He used his mental power as a "transmission tower" and the entire corridor space as a "transmission medium" to forcibly "couple" a resonant electric field into the bodies of those eight people, even through a distance of ten meters and through thick insulating clothing.

Just as a radio can receive invisible electromagnetic signals, their bodies are now like eight "radios" forced to receive signals, and the content of the signals is only one: the heart has stopped beating.

The moment the resonance began, the bodies of those eight people froze simultaneously.

They felt something explode in their veins, in their brains.

It was a blinding white light that instantly filled the entire field of vision.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest twice, then suddenly stopped, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and could no longer beat.

The respiratory muscles spasm simultaneously, air gets stuck in the throat, unable to be inhaled or exhaled, and the lungs feel like they are on fire.

All eight guns were released from their hands at the same time, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

The eight bodies fell backward like wheat being cut down at the same time, the sounds of them falling merging into a series of muffled thuds.