Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The cement matrix crumbled into powder, exposing the steel mesh, which resembled a skeleton within the powder.

Before the six people could react, they were trapped in the powder.

The powder was squeezed from all sides toward the center, pressing the bodies of six people together.

Some people were face to face, some had their arms twisted behind their backs, and some had their legs pinned under other people's bodies.

Then the cement powder re-solidifies.

Six people were trapped inside the same giant concrete block.

The cement block is eight meters long, four meters wide, and one and a half meters high, with a smooth surface like polished granite.

Six heads were sticking out, tilted at different angles.

The expressions on the six faces were still frozen in that moment of terror.

Some people had their mouths open, revealing half of their tongues, while others had tear stains in the corners of their eyes.

The sniper on the high ground witnessed this scene.

The sniper on the water tower got a clear look through his scope.

His scope is a high-powered optical scope, capable of seeing both sides of a coin 500 meters away.

He could clearly see the giant concrete block and six heads tilted on it.

He saw tears still seeping from the corners of one of the people's eyes.

The sniper's hands trembled so much that he couldn't aim properly, and the butt of his rifle slipped off his shoulder.

He slumped onto the iron frame of the water tower and said into the walkie-talkie, "Team leader—all six men at the back door have been sealed in cement—a huge cement block—six heads—all dead—"

The team leader knelt on the asphalt road, not even noticing his scraped knees.

The walkie-talkie fell to the ground, and the sniper's incoherent report was still coming from it.

He managed to utter only a few words: "Withdraw—withdraw everything—"

But where to retreat to?

There are culverts under the highway and a cement subbase under the muddy ground.

Where to retreat?

He forced himself to pull back to his senses from the breakdown, gritting his teeth so hard they clicked.

His mind raced: Shen Hanzhou could dismantle cement, underground foundation layers, and culverts.

All the attacks came from underground, and they were demolishing cement or concrete.

He couldn't dismantle the soil itself.

If the soil can be removed, the first line of defense won't have to wait for the underground foundation to collapse.

He could only remove the cement layer beneath the soil, causing the soil to collapse without support.

The team leader roared as he stood up and pointed eastward.

"He's dismantling cement, not slabs! He can only dismantle cement!"

"Find a place without cement! Run east! Abandoned railway!"

"The railway foundation is made of gravel and sleepers! There's no cement! He can't dismantle it there!"

The dozen or so survivors desperately ran eastward.

Fourteen remain in the direction of the main entrance after the two collapses.

Their tactical boots pounded on the asphalt, their footsteps echoing like the thunder of drums.

Shen Hanzhou sensed their direction of movement and used his ability to chase after them.

Scattered cement components are still buried under the roadbed.

The remnants of the old drainage ditch are buried under the roadbed on the right side of the highway, with a connecting well every fifty meters. The well walls are made of concrete.

The cement base of the abandoned utility pole is buried on the left side of the road, with a diameter of 60 centimeters and a depth of 1.5 meters.

Shen Hanzhou locked onto each of the cement components one by one and activated his dismantling capabilities.

The concrete walls of the old drainage ditch connecting well collapsed, and a pit appeared every fifty meters on the right side of the road.

The base of the abandoned utility pole was pulverized, and the entire left shoulder of the road collapsed.

The five people at the back of the pack fell into the sinkhole one after another.

The first person stepped on the roadbed above the drainage ditch connecting well and fell in.

Cement dust surged up from the bottom of the well and enveloped him.

The second person stepped on the shoulder above the utility pole base, and his right leg sank into the powder.

The powder spread up his leg, and he tried to pull it out but couldn't.

The more he struggled, the deeper he sank, until he was completely enveloped five seconds later.

The third person tripped over a sinkhole while running and fell in, as cement dust from the bottom of the pit rushed up and sealed him in.

The fourth and fifth people fell into the same large sinkhole at the same time.

The roadbed between the two old drainage ditch connecting wells collapsed, and the two people fell in together.

Cement dust surged up from the bottom of the pit, engulfing the two men and sealing them together, with only their heads sticking out.

The team leader and the remaining seven people finally reached the abandoned railway tracks.

Underfoot were gravel and sleepers; the gravel was granite, and the sleepers were wood soaked in asphalt.

The rails were badly rusted, the spikes were loose, and the sleepers were covered with moss.

The ground did not collapse again.

The team leader slumped onto the railway tracks, panting heavily and trembling all over.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, covering his face and mixing with his tears.

He looked down at his hands; the area between his thumb and forefinger was covered in blood, drawn from his fingernails digging into his palms.

Eight people. Forty people came, and only eight remained.

Thirty-two people were sealed in cement, and their bodies were never seen again.

Only heads were tilted to the ground.

He was just standing on the muddy ground smoking.

They said that Fang Li, that good-for-nothing, dared to rush in with only six people; he deserved to be sealed in cement.

He said that if he led forty men to guard the open exit, he was guaranteed the bonus.

He's sitting on the tracks now, his crotch is full of urine, and his face is covered in tears and sweat.

Of the forty people, only eight remain.

Shen Hanzhou withdrew his hands from the ground and stood up.

Perception confirmed: Eight people have run out of the area of ​​effect of the ability.

The abandoned railway was a gravel roadbed, and the gravel was natural granite. He was not familiar with its molecular structure and could not dismantle it.

Sleepers are made of wood that has been impregnated with asphalt, which is even worse.

His molecular reconstruction ability can only be applied to non-living substances whose molecular structure is known.

He studied cement and concrete in the laboratory for six years and knew their molecular structure by heart.

He had handled metals countless times; he could disassemble the crystal lattice arrangement of iron-carbon alloys even with his eyes closed.

Granite is an igneous rock, and the proportions of feldspar, quartz, and mica vary depending on the origin, with no fixed parameters for its molecular structure.

Sleepers are wood, and their organic macromolecules, carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen skeletons, and the cross-linked structures of cellulose and lignin are much more complex than those of inorganic materials.

Eight people ran onto the railway tracks, but there was no cement there, so I couldn't dismantle it.

But do you think that means you're safe?

Shen Hanzhou looked up and sensed the abandoned guard post by the roadside and the water tower opposite the slaughterhouse.

The guard tower and the water tower are both reinforced concrete structures, and four snipers are still inside.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pointed at the abandoned guard tower.

The outer wall of the guard tower was dismantled; the concrete molecular bonds broke, and the entire wall turned into powder and peeled off from the skeleton.

The exposed steel mesh reflected a dark silver light under the moonlight.

The two snipers, crouching in the guard tower, suddenly lost sight of the wall in front of them.

Sniper A glanced down at his feet, where the floorboards beneath him were being dismantled.

The floor slab spreads from the edge towards the center.

He wanted to jump, but the powder was turning faster than he could react.

The floor collapsed completely, and he fell from the ten-meter-high building, gun and all.

He crashed into a pile of broken bricks, his right leg snapped backwards at the knee, and his gun flew five meters away.

Sniper B grabbed the iron railing of the guard tower at the last moment before the floor collapsed.

He was hanging in mid-air, his legs dangling, his fingers gripping the railing tightly, his knuckles white.