Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"They're already dead!"

Jiang Yi roared, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his neck.

He slammed his fist on the table: "Do as I say! The cold storage floor has been reinforced, the walls have been reinforced, and the steel mesh is embedded in the cement—three times the density of ordinary buildings. He can't break it down! If he dares to come in, three traps await him—"

He took a breath, lowering his voice even further: "Zhou Ting and Wang Zhaoping were burned to ashes and molded into stone balls. Fang Li was sealed in a cement foundation. I, Jiang Yi, have worked in Chiji for so many years; I cannot follow in their footsteps."

The trusted confidant turned to relay the order.

Jiang Yi stood alone in front of the monitor screen, staring at the three extinguished signal lights.

He unconsciously picked at the table with his fingers, his nails scratching white marks on the metal.

After clearing the northern perimeter, Shen Hanzhou sneaked into the outer perimeter of the main slaughterhouse.

He squatted at the base of the main factory building's outer wall, pressing his right hand on the cement ground to activate his abilities.

The senses extend along the foundation towards the cold storage.

The basement structure is clearly imaged in my mind.

The central command room is about 40 square meters in size, and eight bodyguards are protecting Jiang Yi closely.

They were positioned in a fan shape at the entrance to the command room and behind Jiang Yi.

Twelve people patrolled the outer circular corridor, in groups of two, with six groups alternating.

The shift change interval is fifteen minutes, with a total of twenty people.

Shen Hanzhou thought to himself: Old Yan's intelligence was accurate. Jiang Yi had surrounded himself like an iron barrel. But an iron barrel was nothing to me.

The perception continues to deepen.

The cold storage floor is newly laid, with steel mesh embedded in the cement.

The grid spacing is 10 centimeters, the steel bars are 12 millimeters in diameter, and the density is three times that of ordinary buildings.

Shen Hanzhou deduced in his mind: Jiang Yi is wary of me. He knows I can manipulate cement to reinforce the ground. But even reinforcement is made of cement. Cement is my weapon.

He withdrew his senses and stood up.

He decided not to rush into the core area, but to clear out the outer perimeter first.

Let Jiang Yi listen to the news of people losing contact one after another in the cold storage, and let him break down first.

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On the southern perimeter, four patrol members moved along the abandoned conveyor belt.

Two people form a group, standing 20 meters apart.

The conveyor belt was badly rusted, and dried blood stains hung on the iron frame.

At the end of the conveyor belt was a row of upside-down iron hooks, all covered in rust.

The first pair of people approached the end of the conveyor belt.

One of them took off his hat to fan himself, complaining, "The cold storage company wants us to withdraw, why haven't they given the order yet? It's almost 3 a.m., damn it."

Another man, with a flashlight tucked under his arm, pulled out a cigarette case: "Just wait. Mr. Jiang is afraid of dying; sooner or later he'll make us all retreat back into the cold storage. Anyway, the outer perimeter will be withdrawn sooner or later, so it doesn't matter whether we keep watch or not."

The man who took off his hat snorted, "Staring is death, not staring is death. I've heard some people die—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The concrete ground beneath their feet suddenly collapsed.

The collapse was so precise that it only affected the area where two people were standing, and the concrete floor crumbled into powder in a fraction of a second.

Both of their legs sank in at the same time.

Cement powder surged up from the bottom of the pit, covering his calves, knees, thighs, waist, and chest.

Within five seconds, the powder reformed from a quicksand-like state into a dense cement block.

The two were trapped inside the cement.

His chest was so compressed by the cement that it could not expand at all, and the air in his lungs was squeezed out.

One last indistinct bubbling sound came from his throat, and then even the bubbling stopped.

The flashlight fell to the ground, its beam shining on the rust on the conveyor belt.

The cigarette pack fell next to the flashlight, and the cigarettes were scattered all over the floor.

The other two people heard the strange noise and simultaneously drew their guns.

One of them rushed forward, the beam of his flashlight sweeping across the end of the conveyor belt.

He spotted two heads tilted to the side on the ground.

"Damn it—" He turned and rushed toward the alarm button on the wall.

The moment your finger touches the button, the button casing disassembles under your fingertip.

The plastic casing shattered into pieces, the metal contacts popped out, and reassembled into three steel needles.

A steel needle pierced his palm and emerged from the back of his hand, pinning his entire right hand to the wall.

He screamed and tried to pull out the steel needle with his left hand.

The wall behind them suddenly bulged, and the mortar in the brick joints turned to powder.

The bricks were pushed out of the wall by a force, reforming into a cement cone.

The cement cone pierced through the wall, penetrating his back and exiting through his chest.

The tip was covered with bits of meat and bone fragments.

His scream was choked in his throat, his body twitched twice while hanging on the concrete cone, and then he stopped moving.

The last man turned and ran, throwing away his gun and running desperately toward the factory.

He shouted, "Help—Shen—"

Run three steps.

The ceiling above my head suddenly collapsed.

A concrete slab with a diameter of two meters was disintegrated into powder and poured down from the ceiling.

The powder re-coagulated in mid-air into a cement pillar as thick as a bucket, which then fell vertically from a height of three meters.

A cement pillar hit him in the back.

The spine fractured under the immense pressure, and the internal organs were crushed.

He lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of bloody froth mixed with bits of flesh.

His hand was still reaching forward, his fingers scratching ten bloody marks on the ground.

Then his hands stopped moving.

Shen Hanzhou jumped down from the gap in the ceiling.

He landed with his knees slightly bent, his shoes making a rustling sound as they stepped on the cement powder.

He stood between the four corpses, raised his right hand and looked at his palm.

There was still some iron-gray powder on my palm from when I dismantled the ceiling.

He mentally counted: fourteen. The perimeter was basically cleared. Jiang Yi, are you deaf and blind? You still don't know I'm already standing right above you.

Shen Hanzhou bent down and picked up a walkie-talkie from a corpse.

The walkie-talkie was stained with blood. He wiped it clean with the corner of the corpse's clothes and tuned it to the inner channel.

A voice came through the walkie-talkie, Jiang Yi's confidant reporting: "Mr. Jiang, there's no response during the third shift change on the outer perimeter. Group B is completely silent, and only the south side of Group C is responding. It might be a communication failure—"

Jiang Yi's voice boomed from the walkie-talkie, shrill and urgent: "It's not a malfunction! Shen Hanzhou is here! He's already up there! The perimeter is completely destroyed! Everyone in position! Activate the cold storage sealing procedure! Weld all the passageways shut down! Weld them shut!"

The walkie-talkie crackled with the sounds of hurried footsteps and clanging metal.

Some people were shouting, "Where's the welding machine?" while others were cursing, "I told you we shouldn't have taken this job!"

Shen Hanzhou crushed the walkie-talkie, and plastic shards fell through his fingers.

He thought to himself: "Finally, I've realized it. But it's too late. You've already lost your outer defenses."

He was preparing to storm the cold storage when he suddenly sensed a convoy approaching from a kilometer away from the slaughterhouse.

He extended his perception of his abilities, heading due east.

Six black SUVs, headlights off, engines running at a low volume.

They approached the slaughterhouse along the abandoned road at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour.

The side of the vehicle bears the secret markings of the Lieyang Province branch of the Five Mountains Alliance.

The team leader sat in the passenger seat of the first car.

Shen Hanzhou recognized the man—the team leader who had held a gun to Ah Kun's chin at the old cigarette repair shop.