Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Lin Shen floored the accelerator.

The engine tachometer plunged into the redline, the needle jerking violently, and the dark gray sedan let out a roar as if it had been squeezed to its limit, spewing out a plume of black smoke from the exhaust pipe.

The car sped out of the last narrow alley in the old town, the gravel road exploding beneath the tires, the flying stones hitting the chassis with a dense crackling sound.

Three armored off-road vehicles followed closely behind as they rushed into the open area.

The surrounding scenery suddenly opened up.

The dense residential buildings and narrow alleys of the old town were left behind, replaced by exposed gray-white rock walls, bottomless abandoned quarries, and vast wastelands.

There were no houses, no streetlights, and no one in sight.

Only the moonlight shone on the gravel road, turning the grayish-white stones into a cold, eerie silver-gray.

In the distance, the conveyor belt of the quarry was rusted into a dark red skeleton, and the windows of the screening building were long since shattered, the dark windows resembling the eye sockets of a skull.

Yue Sheng sat in the passenger seat of the third armored vehicle.

He forcibly reset his dislocated left shoulder during the chase; the crisp sound of the joint snapping into its groove mingled with the engine roar, causing cold sweat to bead on his forehead from the pain. Finally, he regained feeling in his left hand. He gripped the walkie-talkie in his right hand, his eyes scanning the open terrain outside the car window.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

This quarry has been abandoned for many years. I looked at the map when I came here. There are no residential areas, no civilian facilities, no pedestrians, and no vehicles within a three-kilometer radius.

It will not harm civilians or cause social panic.

This is the ideal spot to unleash firepower tonight. If we miss this opportunity, we'll never have another chance once the target re-enters the city.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button: "Prepare to use vehicle-mounted grenades. Target has entered open area; intercept with grenades ahead."

The hatch on top of the first armored vehicle popped open, and the hydraulic struts made a short hissing sound.

The grenade launcher leaned out of the hatch, and the night wind rushed into the cabin, making the straps on his helmet snap loudly.

He set up the grenade launcher, loaded the ammunition, pulled the pin, and the metallic clang of the bullet entering the chamber was crisp and clean.

The crosshairs of the scope moved rapidly across the gravel road, chasing the red light of the taillights of the car ahead.

The firing port on the side of the second armored vehicle opened, the square steel plate flipped up, and the light machine gun barrel extended from the port.

The machine gunner crouched inside the vehicle, his shoulder against the butt of the gun, with the sights pressed against the right rear of the car, leaving room for a second wave of fire after the grenade explosions.

The third vehicle began to flank from the side, cutting in from the right-hand auxiliary road, attempting to get in front of the sedan and block its exit.

Yue Sheng stared ahead.

The car's taillights became clearer and clearer in the scope, and the grenade launcher's crosshairs were pressed against the road surface, the lead time already calculated.

After being fired, the grenade will fly in a parabolic trajectory and land 30 meters in front of the car. The blast wave will block its path and will not directly hit the target vehicle—he wants to stop it, not kill it.

The grenade launcher's scope crosshairs were pressed against the road surface thirty meters in front of the bread truck.

He pressed his finger against the trigger, his fingertip against the cold metal, and began applying the first pressure. He adjusted his breathing, steadied his aim, relaxed his shoulders, and continued pressing down.

They were all waiting for the battalion commander's order to attack.

Sudden.

The grenade launcher caught a glimpse of something moving at the top of the rock wall on his left.

Three figures stood up simultaneously in the moonlight, their upper bodies protruding from the edge of the rock wall, their silhouettes outlined in a cold, hard silhouette by the moonlight.

He didn't even have time to shout the word "ambush".

Xu Suyuan swung her arms downwards, veins bulging on her forehead.

After awakening from her slumber at the Nanshan Nursing Home, her mental strength limit had increased several times over. At this moment, she exerted all her strength, and the power of the void surged from her fingertips. The invisible and colorless force field was like an invisible hammer that smashed into the bottom of the rock wall.

The force did not directly attack the armored vehicle, but instead injected into the pile of seeds that had been prepared in advance at Meng Zhaowen's feet.

Meng Zhaowen squatted down and pressed her hands against the exposed rock strata.

He closed his eyes, and his spiritual power seeped down along the cracks in the rock wall, intertwining with the void power injected by Xu Suyuan.

Xu Suyuan's power tore through the rock layers in front, while his power nurtured the seed from behind.

The seeds, which had been piled up in the crevices of the rocks in advance, suddenly germinated under the double blessing. The radicle split open the seed coat and grew downwards at a rate tens of thousands of times faster than normal.

Thirteen dark green tree roots, each as thick as a wrist, burst forth from the crack in the rock wall beneath his feet.

The roots were enveloped in Xu Suyuan's void power, and the cracks in the rock were torn open by that power, the roots penetrating the rock as if penetrating the mud.

Gravel and dust spewed from the cracks, raising a cloud of grayish-white smoke in the moonlight. The downward speed was abnormally fast.

Liu Zhen stood beside Meng Zhaowen. He drew thick, azure arcs of electricity between his fingers, the current crackling and popping as it pierced the night wind.

He injected the electric arc directly into Meng Zhaowen's back.

Meng Zhaowen gritted his teeth, his body shuddered, and the current surged down the fibrous structure of the thirteen roots, acting as a buffer through his body.

The dark green tree roots emitted a translucent blue light after the electric current was injected, and the xylem under the root bark lit up like optical fibers.

Thirteen tree roots burrowed through the rock strata, leaving behind thirteen blue light trails.

From the moment the three men made their move until the roots penetrated the chassis of the armored vehicle, the entire process took less than half a second.

The grenade launcher's fingertips hadn't even had time to pull the trigger.

The chassis beneath his feet broke first.

Five electrified tree roots simultaneously pierced through the bottom of the first armored vehicle. The moment the roots penetrated the fuel tank and ammunition box, the high-voltage current caused all the onboard ammunition to explode.

The fireball exploded from inside the vehicle, and the turret on the roof was lifted into the air by the shockwave, flipped twice, and crashed into the rock wall, creating a spiderweb-like crack.

The turret wreckage slid down the rock face, scraping away a large amount of rubble.

The grenade launcher detached from the turret wreckage and fell into the rubble. The trigger still bore the fingerprints of the grenade thrower before he was electrocuted.

The driver of the second armored vehicle saw the fireball explode ahead and instinctively jerked the steering wheel to try to avoid it.

The tires slipped on the gravel road, causing the vehicle to tilt to one side and nearly fall into a quarry pit.

Four tree roots were inserted diagonally into the side of the base.

The moment the root system entangled the light machine gun's ammunition belt, an electric current was conducted along the metal ammunition belt, striking the grenade's fuse.

The ammunition exploded inside the vehicle, blowing the door off and sending it tumbling into a dried-up drainage ditch.

The vehicle was broken in two, with the rear half still resting on the gravel road and the front half overturned into the edge of the quarry.

The third armored vehicle was a little further away, and the shockwave only caused it to slide sideways for two meters.

The driver instinctively slammed on the brakes, leaving two charred skid marks on the gravel.

The windshield was shattered by blast debris, which rained down into the driver's compartment, leaving a spiderweb-like pattern covering the entire glass.

Yue Sheng was tightly strapped to the passenger seat by the seatbelt, and the shockwave blurred his vision for a moment.

He saw that the two armored vehicles ahead had turned into two fireballs, the flames burning through the fuel tanks, thick smoke billowing up, and the firelight illuminating the rock wall in a bright red.

His fingers were still gripping the walkie-talkie microphone, the order to attack still escaping his lips:

"Use vehicle-mounted grenades—"