Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The air inside the car was stuffy and hot, mixed with the smell of engine oil and dust, and no one spoke.

The only sound was the crackling of the car radio, interspersed with muffled news reports about the "landslide" incident at Yunyin Mountain Villa last week, which had been resolved and those responsible were under investigation.

Liu Zhen's lips twitched, revealing a cold smile.

They claimed Song Mingzhang's death was a landslide, the bodies of over a hundred mercenaries were construction workers, and wiped all the blood clean, as if the evil had never existed.

The first security checkpoint appeared two hundred meters ahead.

Lin Shen opened his eyes, and a silvery-white light shone from his palm.

The mental energy acted like an invisible net, precisely covering the nervous systems of the two officers on duty without disturbing anything in the surrounding area.

The officer on duty looked at the van, but what he saw was a black Audi with a provincial government license plate. The annual inspection sticker and official vehicle pass on the windshield were so clear they looked real. There was a driver in uniform in the driver's seat, and the person in the passenger seat was holding a briefcase; it was Officer Wang's secretary.

"We're on the same side, let them through." The officer on duty waved his hand, and the barrier rose.

The bread truck drove smoothly over the checkpoint, its tires swaying slightly as it ran over the speed bumps.

Liu Zhen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, glanced at the checkpoint that was getting further and further away in the rearview mirror, and cold sweat had soaked through his shirt.

The same procedure was followed at the second checkpoint.

The officers on duty didn't even check the trunk before letting them go.

At 2:55, the bread truck stopped in the parking lot outside the horse farm.

The wind blew from the direction of the lawn, carrying the smell of horse manure and hay. The guard tower in the distance was lit up, and the sniper's scope reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

Xu Suyuan lifted the canvas at the back and jumped off the car.

She was wearing a black tracksuit, her hair was tied up tightly, and her face was covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of calm eyes.

She glanced at her watch; the hands pointed to 2:56, with 14 minutes remaining until the 3:10 pm window.

"At 3:10 sharp, we'll move out." Her voice was low. "Everyone, go to your designated positions and stay hidden. Lin Shen will stay near the monitoring room; notify us immediately if anything unusual happens."

The four people split up and each went to their designated location.

Lin Shen walked lightly along the base of the wall toward the monitoring room, his steps as light as a leaf floating on the ground.

His mental energy had spread out, covering the entire monitoring room. The nerve activity of the staff on duty was clearly reflected in his consciousness like pulsating waveforms.

He will be everyone's eyes, blinding all enemies at the most crucial moment.

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At 3:05, the eight bodyguards in the horse farm rest area began to move towards the rest area.

It was almost time for their shift to end. They had been standing for almost an hour, and their legs were aching. Some lit cigarettes and leaned against the wall, puffing away, while others opened their water cups to drink and chatted about where to go for drinks that night.

The sniper in the watchtower yawned, rubbed his eyes which were sore from staring for too long, and casually glanced across the lawn. The wind made the grass blades sway back and forth, but there was nothing unusual.

The patrol car drove to the other end of the horse farm entrance. The driver jumped out of the car and handed over the keys and registration book to the shift changers. They chatted and laughed, and no one noticed that the thin vines in the bushes had climbed up the ground to the bottom of the guard tower.

The hiatus has begun.

Liu Zhen squatted outside the substation, his palms pressed against the cold wall.

The circuit diagram of the entire horse farm appeared clearly in my mind; every line, every node, and the rated current of every fuse were as clear as if they were engraved in my bones.

He had been an electrical engineer for fifteen years, and he could figure out the route of every wire with his eyes closed. Now, he only needed a thought to plunge this place into complete darkness.

But now is not the time.

He touched the family photo in his pocket. The edges of the photo were already worn and frayed. His wife's smile was still gentle, and his son was holding a windmill. He was missing a front tooth and was smiling brightly.

His fingertips brushed against the plastic film, making a soft sound.

Three years. He had been waiting for this day for three years. Ever since his wife and son were carried out of the accident scene, he had dreamed every night of the severed brake line, of his wife bleeding and calling his name, and of his son with his eyes open, still clutching the unfinished windmill in his hand.

Today, all the scores should be settled.

Meng Zhaowen squatted in the bushes at the edge of the lawn, her palms pressed against the damp soil.

Thin vines sprouted from between his fingers, spreading rapidly along the ground. Their roots had already covered the entire retreat route, and every inch of soil held his power.

He touched the morning glory seeds in his pocket; the shells were worn shiny and still had dust from the courthouse entrance seven years ago.

When his brother Meng Zhaohui died, he was clutching half a bag of morning glory seeds in his hand, which he was going to take back for him to plant. That year, the morning glories on their balcony bloomed exceptionally well, purple and blue, covering the entire security window.

Later, the seed fell into a pool of blood, which he retrieved and kept for seven years.

Today, he will make these seeds drink their fill of the enemy's blood.

Xu Suyuan climbed into the ceiling mezzanine of the lounge through the ventilation duct.

The pipes were filled with a thick layer of dust, which almost made her cough. She covered her mouth, held her breath, and moved forward little by little.

Through the gaps in the ventilation ducts, one could see the scene in the rest area below. Wang Hongyuan was sitting on the sofa, making a phone call, while Zhong Lin stood by the window with his back to her, holding a communicator and occasionally glancing down to say a few words.

Her fingers touched the coins at her waist. All three coins were polished to a shine. Han Xiao had taught her how to polish them. The angle and weight were just right, enough to penetrate a three-centimeter-thick steel plate.

Han Xiao died on an afternoon like this, with bright sunshine and the scent of pine needles carried on the breeze from Nanshan.

He pushed her to the entrance of the alternate dimension, said "Live on," and then turned around and detonated the kinetic energy void. In the sky full of white light, she saw his body disintegrate little by little, like light being blown away by the wind.

Today, she will take revenge on him.

Lin Shen's voice came through the miniature earpiece, soft yet clear: "Surveillance coverage is complete, and visual offset technology has been implanted in the outer perimeter guards. You have fifteen minutes."

Xu Suyuan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her chest, and whispered into her earpiece, "Do it."

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It was exactly 3:10.

Liu Zhen suddenly released a high-voltage current from his fingertips, which surged into the entire horse farm's power grid through the distribution box.

The light bulb exploded instantly, making a crackling sound. The monitoring screen went completely black, and the communication equipment in the guard tower emitted a piercing buzzing noise before losing all signal.