Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"He wants those two Awakened Ones dead." Zhou Zhengqing's voice turned cold. "Only the dead don't speak."

Zhang Bingkun is dead, and his secret is temporarily safe, but who knows what Zhang Bingkun said to those two awakened ones before he died?

If those two awakened individuals are captured alive and implicate Li Zhengmin during interrogation, his position as deputy director will be over.

Therefore, he would do everything in his power to create an "accident" in this operation, so that the two awakened individuals would "resist fiercely and be killed on the spot," rather than be captured alive and brought back to headquarters.

He stood up, walked to the small window of the command vehicle, and peeked out from behind a corner of the curtain.

In the darkness, the silhouettes of army troops setting up mortars in the parking lot could be seen. The barrels gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the angles were already adjusted, pointing directly at the top floor of the Emperor Club.

If someone "accidentally" orders the cannons to be fired during the operation, the entire top floor of the building will be razed to the ground, and the awakened individuals inside will have absolutely no chance of survival.

"Notify your team members," Zhou Zhengqing turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, "Once the operation begins, no one may use lethal force without my direct order."

Those two awakened individuals must be brought back to headquarters alive. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in my operations will face severe consequences.

Li Cheng remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

Just then, the operator's voice suddenly rang out, filled with obvious excitement: "Detective Zhou!"

The energy fluctuations inside the Geely Hotel have reached a critical level! All life signals have just been lost in the sixth-floor office area!

Zhang Bingkun and Wang Haidong's vital signs have disappeared! Those two ability users have already killed their main targets!

Zhou Zhengqing took two steps forward abruptly, bracing his hands on the edge of the control panel, his eyes fixed on the two sharply dropping energy curves on the screen.

Zhang Bingkun and Wang Haidong's life signs have indeed disappeared.

After killing the main target, the two blue energy signals did not continue to weaken. Instead, they showed a brief rebound, as if the psychological stimulation from the successful revenge briefly stimulated the recovery of mental strength.

"Great! Excellent!" Zhou Zhengqing's face lit up with excitement, appearing somewhat fanatical in the dim light of the command vehicle.

"They killed over twenty people immediately after awakening, their revenge objective was clear, their tactical execution was extremely high, and their mental energy recovery speed exceeded expectations! These two cases are even better than the six from Lieyang Province!"

He grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement, his voice filled with barely suppressed exhilaration:

"I am Zhou Zhengqing from the Special Affairs Bureau. All combat units, listen to my command!"

The target has completed the main revenge operation and is now in the post-war recovery period, with his mental energy reserves at about 50% to 60%, making it the best time to capture him.

One minute countdown, get ready! After the countdown ends, the first squadron advances from the main gate, riot shields in front, and opens fire with tranquilizer grenades!

The second squadron will guard the side gate and fire exit to prevent the target from escaping! The third squadron will maintain its perimeter security measures!

Army troops stand by on the perimeter. Do not fire without my order! Capture alive! Repeat, capture alive!

He put down the walkie-talkie and turned to the operator: "Pull up the infrared image from the drone and zoom in on the window of the sixth-floor office."

The operator typed rapidly on the keyboard, and the screen displayed live footage captured by the drone's infrared camera.

In the video, two blurry humanoid thermal images are standing motionless next to a window in an office on the sixth floor of the Emperor Club.

Judging from the distribution of the heat signals, neither of them was injured and their body temperature was normal, but their movements were noticeably slower than before, which should be due to fatigue caused by mental exhaustion.

"Good." Zhou Zhengqing nodded in satisfaction, his eyes fixed on the two heat signals as if they were two priceless treasures.

"Countdown continues. All units check ammunition, confirm that tranquilizer grenades are loaded, grenade teams are ready, in case the tranquilizer grenades cannot suppress the limbs, immediately switch to live ammunition to hit the limbs."

Remember, don't hit vital organs—avoid the head and heart area. Prioritize the legs and shoulders; stunning them is best.

"Detective Zhou," Li Cheng suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with hesitation, "one of my deputy captains just reported that there's a group of army men acting strangely near the main gate."

Instead of deploying on the perimeter as planned, they quietly moved into the back alley of the Emperor's Mansion. Leading them was Deputy Battalion Commander Zhao, a man promoted by Deputy Director Li.

Zhou Zhengqing's face suddenly darkened.

"Li Zhengmin couldn't sit still any longer." He lowered his voice, his tone cold. "Notify your deputy captain to keep a close eye on that group."

If they make any attempt to approach the back door of the Emperor Hotel, intercept them immediately, and disarm them if necessary.

The operation code remains the same, but with the addition of one clause: Any unauthorized firing at the target will be considered insubordination, and all units present are authorized to disarm on the spot.

"Yes." Li Cheng picked up the walkie-talkie and began making arrangements, the deep wrinkles on his face appearing even more pronounced under the screen light.

Zhou Zhengqing turned his gaze back to the screen; the two blue dots were still in the sixth-floor office, showing no sign of moving.

They seemed still basking in the afterglow of their successful revenge, completely unaware of the inescapable trap that had been laid downstairs.

"Thirty seconds left in the countdown." The operator's voice rang out in the quiet carriage, carrying a mechanical coldness.

"All units confirmed to be in position." The voice of the first squadron leader came through the walkie-talkie. "The riot shield array has advanced to twenty meters from the main gate. The field of vision is clear, and the target is unaware."

"Second Squadron in position. Side doors sealed off, fire exits blocked, armored vehicles ready in the rear alley."

"Third squadron in position. No abnormalities found at the three outer perimeter cordons. Residents evacuated."

"Drone in position. No signs of target movement, ambient thermal signal normal."

The atmosphere inside the command vehicle grew increasingly tense; the air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became exceptionally clear.

Everyone stared at the countdown numbers on the screen. The red numbers jumped second by second, and each jump felt like a heavy hammer blow to their hearts.

Zhou Zhengqing stood in front of the screen with his hands behind his back, his fingertips trembling slightly—not from nervousness, but from excitement.

He had waited too long for this day.

After being transferred from Lieyang Province to Jeolla Province, he spent three whole weeks staking out the files of all the gray forces in Zhaoming City and investigated dozens of suspected victims of oppression before finally seeing these two "seeds" sprout.

Once he obtains these two live samples, his status in the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs will rise significantly.

Li Cheng stood behind him, his expression much more complex.

He was a veteran detective, and catching criminals was his duty, but there were too many things about tonight's operation that he couldn't understand—why were the Army personnel here?

What exactly does Li Zhengmin want to do?

Were those two awakened individuals truly heinous criminals, or were they driven to the brink of despair by revenge?

He couldn't understand any of these questions.