Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Qin Yan jumped out of the second-floor window and landed in the courtyard.

He had barely landed when he saw that his communicator was broken.

It was crushed directly by Li Su's psychic power.

Qin Yan didn't look at the pile of fragments again.

He straightened up, took off his silver-rimmed glasses, folded them neatly, and put them into his breast pocket.

His movements were slow and calm.

It's like someone going to a dinner party that was arranged long ago.

"Team Leader Qin."

Li Su's voice drifted down slowly from upstairs.

She didn't chase after him.

Like a cat looking down at a mouse from the rooftop.

"Do you think you can escape?"

Qin Yan looked up at Li Su upstairs.

In the darkness of night, her figure almost blended into the ruins behind her.

Only those eyes shone brightly, like two stars rising from the deepest seabed.

"They can't escape."

He smiled.

"But I'm not going to run. Go ahead and do it. But before you do, I can tell you something."

"The person who shot your husband before he died has been dealt with. Just yesterday. Do you know why?"

Li Su's pupils contracted slightly.

Qin Yan continued.

"Because he saw what you looked like. The higher-ups were worried he'd be arrested and interrogated by you, so they silenced him. You'll never find the person who killed your husband."

He said these words with a relaxed expression.

He was prepared to die at Li Su's hands, but before he died, he wanted to plant one more thorn in her heart.

Li Su's body floated gently down from the second floor and landed five steps in front of him.

Her eyes shone brilliantly in the night.

"I don't need to look for him."

"I'll only kill my way this far."

"None of you will escape."

Qin Yan wanted to say something more.

He wanted to say something more that would sting her, to make her hesitate before killing him.

Or at least see her suffering before she dies.

But he never had another chance.

Li Su gently raised her hand.

The ground beneath Qin Yan's feet suddenly exploded.

The twelve landmines buried underground were detonated simultaneously, sending flames shooting up and lifting Qin Yan into the air.

His body shattered into pieces in the flames.

All that fell was a charred piece of clothing.

Li Su stood there, the firelight illuminating her pale face.

The hem of her trench coat was lifted up by the gust of air and then fell back down.

Qin Yan had those twelve landmines planted, intending to take her down with him at the last moment.

Qin Yan did not live to see that moment.

Li Su used her telekinetic powers to detonate everything ahead of time.

Much later, she turned around and walked toward the path at the edge of the mining area.

The flames behind her gradually died out.

Night fell again.

The northern suburbs of Dingbei City have fallen into silence.

Only the wind blows from deep within the abandoned mine.

Like a very, very soft sob.

Li Su had been gone for a long time.

She didn't fly; she simply walked step by step along the path at the edge of the old industrial area.

The wound on her left shoulder was still bleeding, staining half of her sleeve dark red.

She walked very slowly, as if measuring the ground beneath her feet.

It's as if it's waiting for something to catch up.

But there was nothing there.

Those who are chasing her will not come tonight.

Because tonight, they are more afraid than anyone else.

Li Su was walking along when she suddenly stopped.

She looked up at the moon, which was obscured by thin clouds.

A crack appeared in the clouds, and moonlight shone down on her.

The light was as cold as water.

She closed her eyes, feeling the weariness welling up from the depths of her soul.

It's not physical fatigue.

It was the exhaustion that welled up from the very core of my being after the tension that had been constantly taut these past few days suddenly eased.

She killed Qin Yan.

They killed all the remaining members of the Black Falcon organization in Shannan Province.

But she still couldn't find the person who shot and killed Zhao Yuan.

Qin Yan said that the person had been silenced.

She doesn't believe it.

Members of the Black Falcon organization have a habit of lying before they die.

They wanted to use a final lie to plant seeds of doubt and pain in her heart.

But she won't believe it.

She will only continue killing.

She killed until no one could ever say the words "your husband" to her again.

Li Su started walking again.

The wind blew from the north, dragging her shadow behind her.

The shadow was long and thin, like a knife tempered by moonlight.

------

Autumn arrives earlier in the Northern Plains Federation than in China.

The cold rain has been falling for three whole days.

The atmosphere in the Black Falcon organization's underground command center in the capital city of Kitahara was so heavy it felt like water could be squeezed out of it.

The command center is located on the 18th basement level of an office building, with heavy blast doors isolating all noise.

In a 120-square-meter space, twenty analysts sat in front of computers, their fingers flying across the keyboards.

The screen was filled with dense data, including security reports from Shannan Province, internal communication records from the Star Federation's Abnormal Affairs Response Center, and clips of Li Su's various actions.

Seated at the head of the table was a man in a black suit, with blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and a ring engraved with a black eagle emblem on the ring finger of his left hand.

His name is Andrei, the chief operations officer of the Black Falcon organization's Kitahara headquarters, and also Qin Yan's direct superior.

He was staring at the large screen in front of him, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.

A photograph is frozen on the screen.

Those are photos taken at the scene after the Black Falcon base in the northern suburbs of Dingbei City was destroyed.

The bungalow was almost completely destroyed, the walls twisted into a pretzel by the immense force, and countless metal fragments and human remains were scattered on the ground.

In one of the close-up photos, the crater created by the simultaneous detonation of twelve landmines is more than two meters deep, and the rocks at the edges are blackened by the high temperature.

"Qin Yan is dead."

Andrei's voice was low, with the distinctive rolled "r" sound of the Northern Plains people.

When he spoke, all the knocking in the command center stopped.

Everyone knows the weight of those words.

Qin Yan served in the Black Falcon organization for fifteen years, rising step by step from a low-level intelligence officer to a regional leader, and his operations never failed.

He was Andrei's most trusted subordinate and a recognized tactical genius throughout the entire Kitahara headquarters.

He's dead now.

He died at the hands of an awakened one.

"Has the cause of death been confirmed?"

Andrei looked up at the intelligence chief standing on his left.

The intelligence chief was a woman with short black hair, wearing a smart gray uniform, and her face was very unpleasant.

"Confirmed."

"The DNA found at the scene matched Qin Yan's file perfectly. All twenty-three people were dead; there wasn't a single survivor."

Where is Li Su?

"She's gone missing. The Star Federation's security forces have searched the entire northern suburbs of Dingbei City, but they haven't found a single hair. The Fireseed Organization hasn't shown up either; we don't know if they've already made contact with her."

Andrei's fingertips paused for a moment.

The Spark Organization.

These four words are like a thorn, stuck in the hearts of all underground forces.

In the past six months, this suddenly emerging superhuman organization has taken down three provincial branches of the Five Mountains Society, destroyed thirteen illegal laboratories, and killed more than two hundred armed personnel.