Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Shen Hanzhou activated his ability—not to attack the three people's feet, but to dismantle the old heating pipes buried in the wall of the sixth-floor corridor.

The molecular bonds of the iron pipe broke, and the iron atoms recombine into more than a dozen thin iron needles, which pierced through the wall and rolled to the corner of the fifth-floor staircase.

He also dismantled a corner of the ceiling in the sixth-floor stairwell, and cement powder fell from the cracks in the ceiling, covering the stairs with a thin layer of ash.

The three rapid response teams advanced to the corner on the fifth floor, and the liquid nitrogen touched the iron needle.

The iron needles rolled underfoot, making a crisp metallic sound.

The liquid nitrogen operator immediately shouted, "Contact! There's a metallic object on the ground!"

He subconsciously sprayed liquid nitrogen onto the ground and walls in front of him, covering a large area of ​​the fifth-floor corner.

Just as the liquid nitrogen deviated from the front of the staircase, Shen Hanzhou leaned out from the corner on the sixth floor, his right hand with five fingers spread open.

Duan Peng and another gunman fired their guns at the same time.

The polymer bullet passed through the side of the liquid nitrogen hand and struck the corner of the sixth floor.

Shen Hanzhou waved his left hand in front of him, and the cement walls of the stairwell were dismantled and reassembled to form a gray-brown barrier.

The bullet hit the barrier, but the ceramic-core bullet embedded itself in the minerals and did not penetrate.

Shen Hanzhou aimed his right hand at the liquid nitrogen canister on the back of his hand and activated his ability—the liquid nitrogen canister itself was made of metal, and the molecular bonds in the canister broke within a fraction of a second.

The liquid nitrogen canister exploded on the back of his hand, spraying liquid nitrogen all over his body.

The liquid nitrogen-wielding man screamed in agony as his left hand and right arm were frostbitten by the liquid nitrogen. His skin instantly turned white and hardened, and he fell backward, rolling down the stairs and landing on the fourth-floor platform.

Duan Peng roared, "Retreat—retreat to the fourth floor—regroup—"

The remaining gunmen dragged their liquid nitrogen arms downhill.

Shen Hanzhou did not pursue—the attack just now had consumed a lot of mental energy, and the metal molecular structure of the liquid nitrogen tank was even more difficult to disassemble at extremely low temperatures, making it half a second slower to activate than usual.

He retreated to the sixth-floor corridor, and the old injury in his left shoulder was aggravated by the dodge, causing a dull pain.

The liquid nitrogen tank is made of metal, but the temperature inside is so low that disassembly is slower than normal. If it had been half a second slower, the bullet would have passed right through.

You can't use the same method a second time.

He sensed the distance extending downstairs—Duan Peng and the gunman had retreated to the fourth-floor platform. The man with the liquid nitrogen was lying on the platform, his right arm and left hand severely frostbitten, unable to hold the gun.

His own liquid nitrogen tank exploded, so he could no longer spray liquid nitrogen.

Duan Peng was issuing orders across the entire channel: "Group Three has encountered the target; one member is injured. The target is lying in ambush at the corner on the sixth floor. We are retreating to the fourth floor to regroup. Group Two, send one person into the building to provide support. Group One, continue to blockade the main entrance and the garage."

They called for backup. One person from the second team was sent into the building, leaving three capable fighters and one wounded soldier in the stairwell. Three gunmen, only two tanks of liquid nitrogen left.

This must be resolved before the second support team arrives.

Shen Hanzhou didn't wait any longer.

He walked down the stairs, placing his right hand on the wall of the stairwell, his power extending downwards along the wall.

On the fourth-floor platform, Duan Peng and the gunman were squatting next to the liquid nitrogen handler, redistributing the liquid nitrogen.

The liquid nitrogen handler handed his spare liquid nitrogen tank to the gunman.

Duan Peng said, "He just dismantled the liquid nitrogen tank. The tank is metal, so he can dismantle it. Next time you get close, cover the liquid nitrogen tank with a ceramic shield so he can't see it directly."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the ceiling on the fourth-floor platform suddenly cracked open.

It wasn't a collapse—it was that the steel bars in the ceiling were dismantled, and one bar was pulled out of the concrete and reassembled into a thumb-thick iron spike, which fell from the sky and stabbed Duan Peng.

Duan Peng rolled to the side to dodge, and the iron spike was driven into the terrazzo floor where he had just been squatting, sinking three inches into the ground.

The gunman raised his gun and fired at the ceiling; the bullet hit a crack and sent cement debris flying.

Shen Hanzhou walked out from the corner of the fourth-floor staircase, his right hand outstretched.

The gunman turned his gun on Shen Hanzhou.

With a wave of his left hand, Shen Hanzhou caused the iron railing of the staircase in front of him to disintegrate, and the iron atoms reformed into an iron plate to block his way.

The bullet hit the iron plate.

Shen Hanzhou aimed his right hand at the liquid nitrogen tank on the gunman's back—the tank was behind a ceramic baffle, which he couldn't see, and his senses couldn't penetrate the ceramic.

It can't be dismantled.

Ceramic shield. Zheng Daoyuan knew I could dismantle metal, so he covered the liquid nitrogen tank with ceramic. I couldn't see the tank body, so I couldn't dismantle it.

The gunman seized the opportunity to pull the trigger on the liquid nitrogen, which sprayed out of the nozzle and shot directly at Shen Hanzhou's feet.

Shen Hanzhou jumped back, and liquid nitrogen covered the steps where he had just stood, instantly forming a layer of white frost on the cement surface.

Duan Peng got up from the ground, picked up his submachine gun, and opened fire on Shen Hanzhou.

Shen Hanzhou retreated to the corner of the fifth floor, bullets chasing his heels and hitting the steps.

Shen Hanzhou retreated to the corner on the fifth floor and pressed his right hand against the wall of the stairwell.

The liquid nitrogen tank is protected by ceramic, making it impossible to remove directly. However, the ceramic only covers the tank body; it doesn't cover the nozzle. The nozzle is also made of metal.

Capability activation – not disassembling the liquid nitrogen tank, but disassembling the valve of the liquid nitrogen nozzle.

Inside the nozzle is a tiny metal spring valve that controls the liquid nitrogen injection. The molecular bonds in the spring valve broke, causing the nozzle valve to jam in the closed position.

The gunman pulled the trigger again with liquid nitrogen, but the liquid nitrogen did not spray out.

The liquid nitrogen in the liquid nitrogen tank was blocked by the valve.

The gunman yelled, "The liquid nitrogen isn't coming out—the valve's stuck—"

Duan Peng's expression changed drastically.

"He disassembled the valve—backward—quickly backward—"

The two dragged the liquid nitrogen by their hands as they descended.

Shen Hanzhou did not give them another chance to retreat.

He pressed down with his right hand.

The terrazzo floor of the fourth-floor platform collapsed entirely—not the previous localized collapse, but the entire platform crumbled from the center outwards.

The ground beneath Duan Peng's and the gunman's feet turned to dust at the same time.

The two fell.

Duan Peng reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the stair railing the moment the ground beneath his feet collapsed, his entire body dangling over the edge of the sinkhole.

The gunman couldn't grab onto anything and fell into the pit, his legs covered in cement dust.

The liquid nitrogen hand lay motionless on the platform, then fell into the pit along with the collapsing ground, its legs engulfed by cement powder.

Shen Hanzhou walked down from the fifth floor.

Duan Peng hung precariously on the edge of the pit, gripping the handrail with one hand and drawing his pistol with the other.

Duan Peng raised his gun with one hand, aimed it at Shen Hanzhou, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet struck Shen Hanzhou in the chest.

Shen Hanzhou turned to the side, the bullet grazing his left arm, tearing a hole in his coat.

He didn't stop, and used his right hand to activate his power on the iron handrail that Duan Peng was holding.

The molecular bonds of the iron handrail broke, and it crumbled into powder in Duan Peng's palm.

The thing Duan Peng was holding suddenly turned into powder and flowed through his fingers. He fell backward and into the collapsed pit.

Cement powder surged up from the bottom of the pit, enveloping his legs and waist.

Duan Peng desperately tried to pull himself out by bracing himself against the pit wall with his hands, but each time he pressed down, he crushed the cement powder, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

"If you kill me—the Xiongbei Northern Three Provinces Headquarters—will send more people—"

"The more the better. It saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

Cement engulfed Duan Peng's chest, neck, mouth, and head.