Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

She remembered.

Three months ago, she went to the disciplinary committee to file a complaint for the first time, submitted all the materials, and then went home to wait for news.

After waiting for three days, on the fourth night, four men in black suits blocked her in the stairwell.

She couldn't escape at the time and they shoved her into a black minivan.

But before she was shoved into the car, she saw a security vehicle parked at the entrance of the building.

A person got off the car.

The man, dressed in a security guard's uniform, stood at the entrance of the building, smoking a cigarette and watching the commotion.

She screamed for help until her voice was hoarse.

The person stood still, without moving an inch.

He even smiled, waved at her, then turned and climbed back into the security car, closed the door, and continued smoking.

She later thought it was her imagination.

Now she knows.

That was not an illusion.

That security vehicle was there to assist in making an arrest.

The man in the uniform is with the man in the black suit.

The research center had already been informed when she reported the matter to the disciplinary committee.

Who notified the research center?

Sun Guodong.

He just said on the phone, "Last time, after Li Su reported him at the disciplinary committee's gate, we were the ones who helped catch him and send him back."

Please help bring him back.

Send it back.

After being sent back, she was kept in the observation room for three more days.

Because of the "failed escape attempt".

I had to endure three more days of injections.

I received six extra injections of chlorpromazine.

In Sun Guodong's words, these things are "not necessarily bad things".

Li Su opened her eyes.

Rainwater slid down her face, only to be deflected by her telekinesis.

Her fingers slowly clenched.

The seed of my soul in my chest is burning hot again.

The scalding heat spread along her blood vessels to her limbs and bones, making her fingertips tremble slightly.

She killed Qi Jianmin too quickly when she did it in the mental hospital.

Qi Jianmin was tortured for far too short a time.

not enough.

Far from enough.

Her gaze fell on the two security vehicles below.

In the rain, the red and blue lights of the police car flashed, reflecting on her expressionless face like two cold flames.

She raised her right hand, her five fingers spread.

The psychic power surged from his palm, condensing into an invisible giant hand in the rain, and smashed down on the first security car.

With a loud bang.

The roof collapsed nearly ten centimeters under the power of telekinesis, all the windows shattered, and shards of glass flew out, creating a white mist in the rain.

The four people in the car were all made dizzy and disoriented by the huge impact.

The security guard driving the car hit his forehead on the steering wheel, fracturing his nose and splattering blood all over his face.

The two security guards in the back seat were bent over by the deformed roof of the car, their heads hitting their knees, and their spines groaning from the unbearable pressure.

Sun Guodong, who was wearing a seatbelt, sustained the least injury.

The cigarette in his hand was knocked away, and the butt landed on his crotch, burning him so badly that he yelled out.

"What's going on!"

He brushed the cigarette butt off his pants and looked up out the car window.

The second security vehicle braked suddenly, leaving two long skid marks on the slippery road, nearly rear-ending the car in front.

The four security guards in the car drew their guns, jumped out of the car, and looked around with their guns raised.

"Who goes there!"

"Who did this?!"

"Is it a landslide?!"

But they couldn't see anything.

The rain was so heavy that the car headlights could only illuminate a range of less than ten meters; beyond that, it was pitch black.

A security guard shone a flashlight into the sky.

The beam of the flashlight swayed in the rain, sweeping across the treetops, the mountain walls, and the sky.

Then the beam of light froze.

The beam of the flashlight shone on a white figure floating in the rain.

The figure hovered fifty meters in the air, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown that fluttered in the mountain wind. His hair was wet and clung to his face, revealing a pair of expressionless eyes.

The moment the flashlight beam shone on her, all the security guards standing outside the car saw those eyes.

There was no anger in those eyes.

There was no madness.

There was only a quiet, pure, and unadulterated killing intent.

"In the heavens! In the heavens!"

The first security guard to see it let out a desperate scream.

He raised his pistol and fired three shots into the air, the bullets leaving white trails in the rain.

But before the bullet could reach Li Sumian, it was deflected by an invisible force field.

The bullet created a few small ripples on the psychic barrier before losing all its kinetic energy and falling helplessly into the rain. It landed on the wet mountain road, bounced twice, and rolled into the roadside ditch.

Sun Guodong pushed open the car door and jumped out, looking up at the sky.

He saw the white figure floating in the rain.

His pupils contracted sharply.

Then he recognized those eyes.

Three months ago, he saw those eyes when he personally led a team to "cooperate" with the research center to arrest people at the entrance of the Disciplinary Committee.

Those eyes were filled with anger and fear.

Now, only murderous intent remains in those eyes.

"Li Su?"

Sun Guodong opened his mouth.

"Impossible—you weren't in a mental hospital—"

His voice abruptly stopped.

Because he suddenly realized—Li Su was not only in the mental hospital, but she was also the cause of the collapse of the mental hospital's administration building.

He didn't know how Li Su had done it.

But he knew that Li Su's presence here, standing above them, was definitely not to wait for their apology.

Sun Guodong's back was instantly soaked with sweat.

"Fire! Fire on all of them!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, then turned and crawled into the car to grab the walkie-talkie.

The four security guards standing outside the car simultaneously raised their guns.

But this time, Li Su did not wait for them to pull the trigger first.

She clasped her five fingers together.

Four guns flew out of the hands of the four security guards at the same time, hovering in mid-air, their muzzles turned and aimed at their original owners.

The four people were stunned.

Then all four guns fired at the same time.

The bullets pierced the thighs, knees, wrists, and shoulders of four people.

No one died.

But all four of them fell to the ground, rolling and screaming in the rain, blood gushing from their wounds, turning the muddy water on the ground a deep red.

Sun Guodong had just taken the walkie-talkie out of the car when he looked up and found that all four of his men were lying on the ground screaming in agony.

His hands began to tremble violently, and the walkie-talkie slipped in his palm, almost falling to the ground.

Li Su slowly descended from mid-air and landed in the middle of the mountain road, with raindrops splashing at her feet.

She stood barefoot on the wet asphalt road, the water stains on her hospital gown indistinguishable as to whether they were rainwater or bloodstains from before.

The three security guards in the second security vehicle pushed open the door and rushed out, their guns frozen halfway in their hands.

Because they saw Li Su raise a finger.

Then the first security guard was thrown into the air, as if grabbed by the back of his collar by an invisible hand, and flung towards the opposite mountain wall.

His back slammed against the rock, his spine cracking with a sickening sound. He became embedded in a crevice in the rock, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. His head lolled to one side, and he lay motionless.