Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Their shift change times, patrol routes, communication frequencies, and weapon configurations all formed a clear picture in her mind.

She watched them carry in those heavy metal crates.

Watching them put up barbed wire around the bungalow.

Watching them bury round, black-shelled devices in front of and behind the house.

Those were all meant to target her.

But she didn't care.

She wanted them dead.

that's enough.

Tonight, the wind has stopped.

The old industrial area was eerily quiet.

Even the stray dogs have stopped barking.

Li Su knew that animals were more sensitive than humans.

They can smell death.

She walked to the shadow of an abandoned gantry crane, stopped, and looked up at the sky.

The moon was obscured by thin clouds, revealing only a blurry patch of light.

She closed her eyes.

His spiritual power spread out silently, like a rising tide, flowing towards the bungalows.

She could hear the heartbeats of everyone in the room, in the hallway, and in the basement.

There are twenty-three in total.

There are four more than yesterday.

They've come to provide reinforcements.

It doesn't matter.

Kill as many as come.

She opened her eyes and strode towards the row of bungalows.

Her black bodysuit was almost invisible in the night; only the faint sound of her footsteps indicated that a strong killing intent was approaching.

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Inside the bungalow stronghold, Luo Kui leaned against the window, scanning the open space outside with night vision goggles.

He had been staring at it like that for three hours.

His eyes were terribly sore, but he dared not relax.

In the night vision goggles, the outline of the old industrial area appeared a dark green.

The collapsed factory buildings, the rusted gantry cranes, and the haphazardly laid railway tracks all stood motionless, like frozen corpses.

It's too peaceful.

It was so calm it was unsettling.

Luo Kui put down the night vision goggles, rubbed his eyes, and picked them up again to continue watching.

Three days ago, he received Qin Yan's order that the target might have entered the northern suburbs of Dingbei City.

Since then, he has never had a full night's sleep.

He is afraid of death.

He had seen photos of every single death of the Black Falcon squads lost in other provinces.

Some were riddled with bullet holes, some were burned to ashes by flames, some had their hearts pierced by electric current, and two were so unrecognizable as human.

Luo Kui worked as a mercenary for twelve years, fighting against people, wild beasts, and even patrol teams on the northern border.

But this was his first time fighting a superhuman.

Moreover, his opponent is a top-tier assassin who ranks among the best in the country.

Is there any movement?

Qin Yan's voice came through the communicator.

Luo Kui tapped the earpiece with his knuckles and whispered, "No. It's like the outside world is dead."

Qin Yan remained silent for a second.

"I feel something's wrong. It's too quiet."

Luo Kui twitched the corner of his mouth.

He truly admired Qin Yan's intuition.

From the moment Qin Yan said yesterday afternoon that "she will come tonight," Luo Kui's heart has been in turmoil.

Qin Yan spoke casually, as if it were something that had been destined long ago.

But Luo Kui knew that Qin Yan never made wild guesses.

This man, who wore silver-rimmed glasses and looked like a schoolteacher, was known in the Black Falcon organization for his accurate predictions.

Within the task force, everyone privately called Qin Yan "the abacus."

Because he can calculate anything very accurately.

"It's normal for it to be quiet. That's how it is in the factory area at night."

Luo Kui himself didn't quite believe what he said.

But he had to say it.

He needed to hear his own voice so that his heart, which was beating too fast, could slow down a little.

"Turn on the infrared alarm. Then turn off all the motion-sensor lights on the exterior walls. She can see better in the dark than we can; we can't give her any light source."

Qin Yan's voice was steady, carrying a calmness that compelled people to obey.

"clear."

Luo Kui pressed several buttons.

The motion-sensor lights around the bungalow all went out at once.

Only the room lights were still on, with narrow strips of light shining through the windows.

Under the pressure of the night, the band of light appeared exceptionally fragile, like a few thin pieces of paper that could break at any moment.

He had just stepped back from the window, preparing to check the underground ventilation duct, when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

A thin, extremely cold stream of air entered from the back of my neck, traveled down my spine, and reached my tailbone.

That was an instinct he had honed over more than a decade on the battlefield.

Something is approaching.

Luo Kui's right hand instantly gripped the rifle handle.

"Attention everyone! Take your battle positions!"

He gave a low shout, grabbed the automatic rifle leaning against the wall, and cocked it.

A flurry of footsteps echoed inside the room.

Twenty-three people rushed out of the rest room, put on gas masks, and dispersed to various shooting positions.

These people had been repeatedly warned before they arrived that their opponents were not ordinary people.

Therefore, everyone was ready for battle in a very short time.

The sounds of bolts being pulled back were incessant, and the magazines being inserted into the guns were crisp and clean.

Qin Yan stood in front of the observation window on the second floor, holding the remote control of the "Black Ring" in his hand, his glasses reflecting the dim light of the room.

He didn't go down.

His position was located slightly above the center of the entire stronghold, making it the safest spot and the place with the best overall view.

"Don't panic. If she comes, proceed according to plan."

His voice was steady, even a little excited.

come on.

Let me see just how strong you really are.

The next second, the iron gate on the front of the bungalow made a loud bang.

The entire door was torn down, thrown into the air like a piece of waste paper, and then crashed heavily into the yard.

The sound of the iron gate slamming onto the ground made everyone's eardrums clench.

That door weighs 160 pounds, and normally two people can't lift it.

Now it has flown away like a leaf.

"Fire!"

Luo Kui roared.

Four light machine guns simultaneously spewed fire from different angles.

Bullets rained down on the doorway.

The firelight illuminated the entire open space.

The sound of the spent cartridge cases hitting the ground was like hail hitting sheet metal, crisp and frequent.

But there was no one at the door.

"stop!"

Qin Yan's voice came from upstairs.

"She's on top!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dull cracking sound came from the roof.

Several cement slabs fell off the ceiling and landed on the second-floor corridor.

Grayish-white dust spread out like mist.

Li Su landed in the second-floor corridor, her body ramrod straight, like a black sword piercing down from the roof.

No one saw how she got up there.

But she just stood there, motionless, as if she had been waiting in that spot all along.

Qin Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

Wow, that was fast.

It was faster than expected.

"She's on the second floor!"

Qin Yan turned around abruptly and pressed the remote control in his hand at the same time.

"Black Ring activated! All personnel, concentrate fire!"

Six black round pipes simultaneously protruded from the walls on both sides of the second-floor corridor.

High concentrations of nerve gas were sprayed out of the round pipe, instantly turning the entire corridor into a gray-white fog.

Li Su stood in the center of the fog.

Her mouth and nose were covered by an invisible force field, keeping the poison gas out.

But the next second, a strange mental fluctuation came up from under the floor.

The fluctuation was very subtle and hidden, like a thin thread concealed in the air, slowly winding around her temples.

Then tighten it suddenly.