Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"Everything is set up." Zhao Si nodded. "Eight energy suppressors have been deployed around the headquarters building, effectively covering the entire building area. As soon as he enters, his abilities will be suppressed by thirty percent. My men are equipped with the latest nerve-paralyzing bullets. They won't be fatal, but they will cause him to lose muscle control, enough to take him down."

"How much does the energy suppressor affect his ability to reconstruct molecules?" Lu Chen pressed.

"The test results show that under the inhibited state, his speed in disassembling molecules is about two seconds slower, and he cannot disassemble substances weighing more than ten kilograms," Zhao Si said with certainty. "Two seconds is enough time for me to fire three shots. No matter how fast he is, he can't outrun a bullet."

"Don't be careless." Lu Chen tapped his fingers on the table. "Shen Hanzhou was able to kill twenty-seven people and escape unscathed with Jiang Yubai under the encirclement of the rapid response team. He must have some extraordinary abilities. When you fight him, don't linger on areas with cement and metal. Try to lure him to areas with solid wood floors and carpets, where he has fewer materials to use and can't exert his advantage."

"Understood." Zhao Si grinned, making the scar on his face look even more ferocious. "I want to see just how capable this technician who killed off three companies really is."

Su Man turned to the last page of the document, which contained the analysis report of the new drug synthesized by Shen Hanzhou. Pointing to the activity data on the report, she said, "He has now been injected with the correct version of the drug, and his mental strength is at least three times stronger than before. It's hard to say whether the energy suppressor can suppress it by thirty percent. Zhao Si, when you fight him, remember to hold back. If the suppression effect is not good, retreat immediately. Don't fight head-on. Our goal is to subdue him, not kill him."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhao Si patted the gun on his lower back. "I'll just subdue him, I won't kill him. I'm actually quite interested in sparring with him. In all these years, he's the first person that headquarters has taken this seriously."

Lu Chen looked at Shen Hanzhou's photo in the document, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Hanzhou, didn't you want revenge?

I've already killed Zheng Daoyuan for you; this is my gift to you.

When you arrive, we'll have a fight, and you'll see that following me is far more useful than venturing out on your own.

Your abilities shouldn't be wasted on meaningless revenge; they should be used to reach greater heights.

The crystal chandelier in the underground palace was dazzlingly bright. Zheng Daoyuan's body had been dragged away and cleaned up, leaving not a trace of blood on the carpet.

The old pieces have been discarded, and the new game has just begun.

Lu Chen picked up the wine glass on the table, raised it to the air, and drank the red wine in one gulp.

He was waiting for Shen Hanzhou to come to his door.

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The roar of motorcycle engines shattered the silence in front of the Lieyang District Headquarters building.

Shen Hanzhou parked the car under a sycamore tree fifty meters away from the gate. Without turning off the engine, he lightly placed his right foot on the brake and his left hand on the metal handlebars at his waist, sensing the way his senses extended from the reinforced concrete foundation into the entire building.

This 27-story office building is the headquarters of Xiongbei Lieyang District. Its exterior is no different from other commercial buildings. The glass curtain wall reflects the midday sun. The plaza in front of the building is full of private cars. Several employees in suits are carrying takeout boxes into the building. Everything is just like a normal workday.

But in Shen Hanzhou's perception, the building was riddled with ambushes from its foundation to its top floor.

Six black SUVs without license plates were parked in the underground garage on the third basement level. Twenty-four fully armed elite soldiers sat inside the vehicles, their guns loaded and safety off.

Six uniformed security guards sat in the security room on the first floor. Instead of rubber batons, they carried full polymer submachine guns on their waists, and their bulletproof vests were worn inside their uniforms, with the outline of the shoulder straps clearly visible.

Two people were hidden in the stairwells on each floor from the third to the seventh floor, holding liquid nitrogen injectors in their hands. The metal shells of the backpack liquid nitrogen tanks gleamed coldly in their senses.

On the top floor, the twenty-seventh floor, there were three people whose heartbeats were as steady as those of veterans who had been on the brink of life and death for many years. One of them had a heart rate that matched Zhao Si’s data perfectly—fifty-eight beats per minute, nearly twenty beats slower than the average person. This was a habit formed by the border veterans’ long-term control of their breathing.

In addition, eight metal boxes are buried in eight different locations around the building. The circuits inside the boxes are oscillating at high frequency, and the low-frequency radio waves emitted are spreading through the air and covering the entire building.

It is an energy suppressor.

Shen Hanzhou's fingertips rested on the handlebars, and his molecular reconstruction ability extended along the metal casing, disassembling the core circuit board of one of the suppressors.

In his perception, the copper traces on the circuit board instantly crumbled into iron-gray powder, and the oscillation frequency instantly dropped to zero.

The electromagnetic waves emitted by the remaining seven suppressors were still covering him. Shen Hanzhou could clearly feel the force that was trying to suppress his mental power, like an invisible net wrapping around him. However, the light blue medicine he had just injected was flowing hot in his blood vessels, and his mental power was like fuel that had been ignited. Not only was it not suppressed, but it spread back along the electromagnetic waves, directly dismantling the core circuits of the second and third suppressors.

All eight suppressors failed within ten seconds without triggering any alarms.

Shen Hanzhou raised an eyebrow.

The intelligence report stated that Zheng Daoyuan was suspicious by nature, and the defenses of the headquarters building were all conservative, focusing on preventing strong external attacks and rarely setting up ambushes.

But the ambush in this building now, from the underground parking garage to the top floor, from the outer suppressors to the ambush points on each floor, is clearly layered and closely coordinated, which is completely unlike Zheng Daoyuan's style.

Zheng Daoyuan's style is to be cautious, afraid of making mistakes and taking responsibility. He never concentrates all his troops in the headquarters building—he is afraid that if a war breaks out and the building is destroyed, he will not be able to explain it to the headquarters.

This ambush is clearly intended to lure him in and capture him alive.

It was not Zheng Daoyuan's work.

Who could it be?

Shen Hanzhou sat on the motorcycle, not moving.

He pulled out a list of Xiongbei personnel copied from the old cigarette database from his inner pocket and quickly flipped through it.

The list did not include information about Lu Chen and Su Man—these two were core members of headquarters, and Lao Yan's underground intelligence network could not reach such a high level.

However, he saw a name with the code name "Mr. Lu" in Jiang Yi's communication records. Zheng Daoyuan mentioned in his last call with the headquarters of the three northern provinces that "the headquarters sent someone down."

They're from headquarters.

Did they kill Zheng Daoyuan?

Or did Zheng Daoyuan relinquish command?

In either case, everyone in this building is going to die today.

Shen Hanzhou turned off the engine, got off the motorcycle, and locked it.

He zipped his jacket all the way up, concealing the USB drive and his senior's photo in the inner pocket. With his right hand in his pocket and a piece of cement he had pried off the roadside between his fingers, he slowly walked toward the main entrance of the Xiongbei headquarters building.

The midday sun beat down on his back, and he could feel the eight wrecked inhibitors lying in the ground around him, like eight strangled rats.

The people inside the building should have already noticed his arrival.

He could even feel the heartbeats of the two people in the third-floor stairwell suddenly quicken, their guns already pointed towards the lobby on the first floor.