Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"He just died like that! Killed right in front of us! And we just watched?"

The young player's voice trembled.

The captain didn't say anything, he just held onto his arm tightly.

He had no choice.

If you fire, the commander will die.

If you don't fire, the commander will die too.

The only difference is that firing the gun will kill all the commanders.

Sun Guangbin's blood was still dripping.

Blood splattered on the gravel road, creating small, dark red craters that were particularly glaring under the white light of the searchlight.

The other seven hostages hanging behind Song Chao all froze.

They witnessed the entire process of Sun Guangbin from drawing his gun to being killed, saw the moment the blood-stained blade slashed open his neck, and saw blood gushing from his carotid artery.

Song Mingcheng also saw it.

Blood splattered on his face, on his uniform, and on the hand holding the walkie-talkie.

He looked down at the blood on his hands, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He cursed under his breath—not that he was cursing the Song Dynasty for killing Sun Guangbin, but that Sun Guangbin was stupid.

Reckless.

idiot.

idiot.

If you want to die, don't drag me down with you.

He was about to burst into a tirade.

Who was Song Chao?

He is a bloodline superhuman who killed nearly two hundred people.

You're trying to ambush him with a pistol.

Do you think he's blind or stupid?

it's good now.

What if we anger the Song Dynasty and they go on a killing spree, slaughtering us all?

Song Mingcheng looked up and saw the soldiers around him filled with indignation.

Sun Guangbin's death had aroused everyone. The soldiers in the front row of the shield formation had bloodshot eyes, raised their guns again, and some were already roaring that they wanted to rush forward to take revenge.

We can't let them rush up.

Song Mingcheng's heart clenched suddenly.

If these people rush up and open fire, Song Chao will die, but he will die too.

He can't let that happen.

"Don't move!"

Song Mingcheng roared.

His voice was shrill and hoarse, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his neck. Every word he uttered felt like his throat was being cut by a knife.

"No one is allowed to fire! That's an order! Anyone who fires is disobeying military orders and will be court-martialed!"

"But Staff Officer Sun is dead! He killed Staff Officer Sun!"

Someone shouted from behind the shield formation, their voice filled with anger and resentment.

"Sun Guangbin disobeyed orders and acted without authorization; he deserves to die!"

Song Mingcheng's voice boomed from the loudspeaker.

These words stunned all the soldiers around them.

Sun Guangbin disobeyed orders.

Unauthorized actions.

They deserved to die.

These three words were like three knives stabbing into the ears of every soldier.

Their comrades, in order to find an opportunity to fight back, risked their lives to draw their guns and launch a sneak attack.

In Song Mingcheng's words, it became disobeying orders, acting without authorization, and deserving to die.

At the front of the shield formation, the young team member who came from the same unit as Sun Guangbin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

He looked at Song Mingcheng, at the face half-covered in blood, at the eyes that were still rolling outwards.

He suddenly felt nauseous.

This is their commander.

A commander who described his comrades' deaths as "deserving of death".

A commander who, in order to save his own life, could order the shooting of three hundred unconscious comrades.

A commander who was so terrified by the enemy that he could only pretend to be dead and beg for mercy.

Was it worth it for them to risk their lives for him?

The young team member lowered the muzzle of his gun.

His finger moved off the trigger and hung down outside the trigger guard.

He didn't say anything, but his comrades around him saw his actions.

One by one, the soldiers in the front ranks of the shield formation lowered their gun barrels.

They didn't want to fight anymore.

It's not worth risking your life for someone like that.

Song Mingcheng did not notice the change in the eyes of the soldiers around him.

He was still shouting loudly, as if afraid that someone would disobey his orders.

"Everyone, keep back! Maintain distance! Do not approach! This is an order! No one is allowed to come near!"

The soldiers continued to retreat.

The gaps in the shield array grew larger, and the passages widened.

Everyone was backing away, but everyone's eyes were fixed on Song Mingcheng.

Those eyes held anger, disappointment, and contempt.

Song Mingcheng couldn't see it.

He only cared about the bloodied blade on his neck and whether he could save his life.

The Song Dynasty refocused some of its attention.

From the moment Sun Guangbin drew his gun until he was killed by a bloody blade, the Song Dynasty never turned back.

He doesn't need to look back.

His bloodline power's perception range covered an area of ​​tens of meters around him, and he could clearly perceive the heartbeat, blood flow, and subtle muscle movements of everyone.

The moment Sun Guangbin's fingers touched the gun handle, Song Chao had already noticed.

As for Sun Guangbin himself...

Song Chao mentally labeled him.

He has guts.

But foolish.

People with courage deserve respect on the battlefield, but fools only have one fate.

dead.

The Song Dynasty did not waste any more effort on this person.

He continued walking forward.

One of the eight hostages was missing, leaving seven still suspended in mid-air by blood chains, with blood blades hanging around their necks, swaying slowly in the night wind with his steps.

Sun Guangbin's body was still hanging on the blood chain. The wound on his neck had stopped bleeding. After the blood had drained, only a hideous cut remained, with the flesh turned outwards, revealing the severed blood vessels and trachea inside.

The Song Dynasty did not remove his body.

Because the corpse is also part of the shield.

The threat of living people is that they are not yet dead, so the enemy dares not fire.

The threat of a corpse lies in its constant reminder to those around it of the consequences of resistance.

Seven hostages and one corpse formed a constantly rotating defensive circle around the Song Dynasty.

He continued walking out of the encirclement, stepping on the gravel road.

500 meters.

800 meters.

One kilometer.

He walked further and further away, leaving the core area of ​​the encirclement behind.

But the encirclement of 30,000 people was simply too large.

The radius from the core to the outermost edge exceeds three kilometers.

He's been walking for so long, and he's still inside the encirclement.

The number of soldiers around them did not decrease; on the contrary, it increased.

Because more troops were stationed on the outer perimeter of the encirclement, they heard the sounds of gunfire in the core area and the news that their commander had been kidnapped, so they all went to their battle positions.

The searchlight beam was still on him.

The sound of the armed helicopter's rotors still lingered overhead.

The sniper's scope was still locked on his temple.

The net of heaven and earth is still there.

The prey in the net has become the hunter's commander.

Zhao Yuanzheng stood in front of the main screen of the National Abnormal Affairs Response Center's headquarters, with three rows of communication seats behind him, each screen displaying real-time data transmitted from the front lines.

His epaulettes were adorned with four silver stars, one more than Song Mingcheng's.

His position is Chief of Operations, the highest-ranking commander of all armed forces within the entire Anomaly Response Center.

Song Mingcheng was his deputy.

Now, his deputy, with a bloodied blade held to his neck by a migrant worker and hanging behind him as a shield, is dragging seven hostages step by step out of the encirclement.

A single person broke through the encirclement of 30,000 people.

Zhao Yuanzheng had been reading the battle report ever since he received the first one.

He read the record of Song Mingcheng's decision to order a barrage of fire to kill three hundred unconscious team members.

I watched the entire process of the Song Dynasty breaking through the shield formation and hijacking the command vehicle.

I watched the video of Sun Guangbin drawing his gun to fight back and being stabbed in the throat.

I read every word Song Mingcheng shouted in front of the Blood Blade.

This includes the statement, "Sun Guangbin disobeyed orders and acted without authorization; he deserves to die."

"waste."

Zhao Yuanzheng spoke.