Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Qian Shoucheng picked up another phone and called the broker of the Northern Plains Federation.

"Hello, it's me. I'm going to the safe house we agreed on. Yes, tonight. Can you arrange a car to pick me up at the border?"

"Mr. Qian, Song Mingxi just contacted us and said she'll arrive tonight. Are you coming too?"

The broker's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"Things aren't looking too good in Kitahara lately. We can only accommodate a limited number of people, so you'll have to pay extra if you want to come."

"How much?"

"Trillion."

"You're fucking robbing me!"

Qian Shoucheng took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed his anger.

"Okay. Three times it is. I'll leave now. Have the car wait for me at the gas station at the border."

"make a deal."

After hanging up the phone, Qian Shoucheng stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

"Damn it! They're all a bunch of opportunistic bastards!"

He stood up while cursing, preparing to go to the storage room to get his equipment.

Just then, the monitor screen in the communications room suddenly flickered.

Qian Shoucheng subconsciously looked over.

The screen displays surveillance footage of the manor's perimeter.

The streetlights outside the gate were on, and the iron gate was tightly closed.

Nothing unusual.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking towards the storage room.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.

The monitor screen flickered again.

This time, a small black dot appeared next to the moon in the picture.

The black spot is getting bigger and bigger.

Getting closer.

Qian Shoucheng's heart clenched suddenly.

He rushed back to the monitor screen in three quick steps and zoomed in on the image.

Beside the moon, a figure hovered in mid-air, slowly descending towards the manor.

That's a woman.

She was holding a silver-gray metal box in her arms.

Qian Shoucheng's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"How is that possible! How did she know about this place?!"

He turned and ran toward the exit of the safe house.

But just as he reached the door, he heard a dull thud from above.

It looked like something had fallen onto the ground of the manor.

The entire safe house shook, and several pieces of cement fell from the ceiling.

Qian Shoucheng's hands were shaking so badly he couldn't even hold the doorknob.

He opened the door to the safe house and rushed into the tunnel.

"Quick! Run!"

He took out his phone as he ran and made a call to someone outside.

"Everyone to the front yard! Stop her! Shoot! Fire! Use whatever you can! Stop her!"

The panicked voice of his subordinate came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Qian! We're already firing! The bullets aren't hitting her at all! She, she—"

The voice on the other end of the phone disappeared.

Qian Shoucheng's steps did not stop.

As he ran, he ripped off his suit jacket, revealing a bulletproof vest underneath.

The lights in the tunnel were dim, and his shadow swayed on the wall like a mouse being chased into a hole by a cat.

He ran out of the tunnel, climbed up the small hill, where an off-road vehicle that had been prepared in advance was parked.

He opened the car door, climbed in, started the engine, and slammed on the gas.

The off-road vehicle bounced wildly on the bumpy mountain road.

Qian Shoucheng saw in the rearview mirror that the manor behind him had been turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The fire roared and howled in the late autumn night sky, billowing thick smoke.

Li Su hovered above the sea of ​​fire, holding a metal box in her arms. Her gaze pierced through the thick smoke and flames, locking onto the fleeing SUV five hundred meters away.

Then she moved.

The power of thought surged out like a tide.

The SUV was still traveling at high speed, but its wheels had already left the ground.

The entire car was pulled into the air by an invisible force.

Qian Shoucheng frantically turned the steering wheel, pressed the accelerator, and slammed on the brakes in the driver's seat, but all his actions were like stepping on cotton, having no effect whatsoever.

"Put me down! You fucking put me down!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

The off-road vehicle climbed higher and higher.

Thirty meters.

Fifty meters.

One hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Li Su slowly flew to the side of the SUV and looked at Qian Shoucheng inside through the car window.

Qian Shoucheng's face was so contorted from lack of oxygen and fear that it was no longer human.

"Qian Shoucheng," Li Su's voice came from outside, "Where are you running to?"

Qian Shoucheng slowly raised his head, looking at Li Su walking towards him step by step through the air, shaking his head desperately, tears streaming down his face.

"I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"

"I'm just an investor! I know nothing! I only invested because Chen Hui said the project would make money! I never participated in the experiments! Please let me go! I'll give you all my money! I have two billion in my overseas account! I'll give it all to you!"

"Every penny in your account is stained with the blood of innocent people!"

"I don't need your money!"

After Li Su finished speaking, a thought occurred to him.

All the windows of the SUV were shattered.

Then the entire vehicle began to collapse inward.

Qian Shoucheng was crushed in the driver's seat, his screams swallowed by the deafening clang of twisting metal.

A few seconds later, the off-road vehicle turned into an iron ball with a diameter of less than two meters.

Li Susong opened her hands.

The iron ball fell from a height of two hundred meters.

A loud bang.

It crashed into an open area below the hill, creating a deep crater in the ground.

Under the moonlight, wisps of white smoke rose from the deep pit.

Li Su glanced at it, then turned and flew south.

the second.

There are two more.

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At 12:30 a.m., Song Mingxi arrived at Changning International Airport.

Her boarding pass had been changed two hours earlier.

The luggage consisted of only one carry-on suitcase containing a USB drive, three passports, a stack of cash, two mobile phones, and a handgun.

She was wearing a dark gray trench coat, a hat, and a mask, looking no different from the other passengers rushing to catch their red-eye flights.

There was a long queue at the security checkpoint.

She patiently waited in line, looking at the scrolling flight information above the boarding gate again and again.

The flight from the Kitahara Federation took off at 1 a.m.

Once the plane takes off, she can leave this place.

She gripped the boarding pass tightly in her hand, her fingertips turning white from the force.

She has a legal background and demands that she remain rational and calm under any circumstances.

But tonight her composure is crumbling little by little.

Chen Hui is dead.

Fang Zhizhong can no longer be contacted.

Qian Shoucheng could no longer be contacted.

Duan Changming is always elusive; she never expected to be able to contact him.

The four people agreed to run away separately, but now two of them have gone missing.

This means that Li Su is much faster than they thought.

She might have caught up with Fang Zhizhong and Qian Shoucheng, and they're on their way to catch up with her.

Thinking of this, Song Mingxi felt a chill run down her spine.

The line moved forward half a meter.

She followed along, her eyes lowered, trying not to let anyone notice anything unusual about her.

She kept calculating the time in her mind.

The security check will take another five minutes.

The boarding gate is B12, and it takes another six minutes to get there from the security checkpoint.

in time.

There will definitely be enough time.