Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Mount Shiroi is the first natural barrier in the southern part of the Northern Plains Federation.

The entire mountain range stretches for hundreds of kilometers, like a wall that God casually threw down.

The mountains are steep and the valleys are deep.

It starts snowing every September and continues until May of the following year, with the deepest snow reaching up to a person's chest.

Only after heading north from the border, crossing the White Tail Mountain, and entering the vast plains of southern Kitahara, can one truly say they have set foot on the land of this country.

There are villages, roads, railways, and military checkpoints there.

And countless eyes are hidden between the city and the wilderness.

It took Li Su more than two hours to cross the most treacherous ridge of Baiwei Mountain.

She walked very slowly along this path, sometimes having to use both her hands and feet to climb over the frozen rocks, and sometimes having to move step by step along the cliff face.

The wind was too strong; even someone as physically robust as her couldn't keep her balance.

But she did not fly.

Although she destroyed all the systems at post number 17, the news may still have gotten out.

Those soldiers who were able to establish communication with the outside world before the avalanche likely reported the attack to their rear.

If she were to take off now, she would be more likely to be exposed to radar and satellites.

So she had to leave.

Like a lone wolf, it slips through the gaps in the wind and snow.

After crossing the ridge, Li Su stopped at the foot of a sheltered cliff.

She took out a compressed biscuit she had seized from the Black Falcon outpost from her backpack, broke it in half, and slowly ate it with snow water.

The biscuits were very hard; chewing them felt like gnawing on sawdust.

She ate slowly, not because the food was unpalatable, but because she needed to conserve her energy.

The wind below the cliff had subsided considerably, and snowflakes drifted in from outside, landing on the ground and accumulating into a thin layer.

Li Su leaned against the rock wall and closed her eyes.

She could feel that the Seed of Soul was still slowly releasing energy.

Without this seed, she would have died long ago in a mental hospital in Shanyang City.

If it weren't for this seed, she wouldn't have had the chance to stand here.

Li Su gently pressed her fingers against her chest.

She knew that she was no longer an ordinary person.

She didn't want to be an ordinary person anymore.

Ordinary people will be smashed, locked up, injected with drugs, or shot dead.

She didn't want to go through those things again.

She just wanted those people to experience what it's like to be crushed.

After resting for twenty minutes, Li Su stood up again.

It was almost dawn.

The wind subsided a bit, and the snow gradually stopped.

A bluish-gray hue appeared on the eastern horizon, slowly outlining the distant mountains.

Li Su walked less than three kilometers along the foot of the mountain before she saw a highway.

It was a dirt road, very narrow, and mostly covered by snow, but the tire tracks on both sides were still quite clear.

This is a branch line leading to a small town in southern Kitahara.

She needed to find a place to stay, change out of her clothes which were soaked with blood and snow, and then get a car.

She wrapped her trench coat tighter, stepped onto the road, and headed north.

After walking for forty minutes, a sparse grove of trees appeared ahead.

A dark gray, old-fashioned SUV was parked in the woods.

The front of the car was covered by snow, but the body was not completely buried.

It seems we've been stuck here for quite some time.

Li Su walked over and pressed her palm on the hood of the car.

It's cold.

This car has been parked here for at least a whole night.

She walked around to the driver's side and pulled on the car door.

The door wasn't locked.

Li Su got into the car, closed the door, and adjusted the seat back.

The car smelled strongly of cheap tobacco, alcohol, and greasy sweat.

A dark blue old cotton-padded jacket lay on the passenger seat, while empty beer cans and food wrappers were scattered on the back seat.

A small wooden pendant hangs on the dial, depicting a black bear commonly found in the northern plains.

Li Su took the cotton-padded coat, shook off the dust and debris, and draped it over her trench coat.

The car key was still in the ignition switch.

Li Su tried twisting it.

The engine started.

The fuel tank still has more than half full.

She glanced at the road conditions outside the windshield, shifted into gear, and slowly backed the car out of the woods and onto the highway.

The wasteland was shrouded in a gray haze after the snow.

The withered grass on both sides of the road sprouted from the snowdrifts and swayed gently in the morning breeze.

Li Su rolled down the car window a crack.

The cold air blowing in diluted the odor in the car.

She wasn't driving fast.

If news of an attack on a border post has already spread, checkpoints will be set up along all the main roads ahead.

There may be identification documents for residents in this old SUV.

But she didn't.

She didn't even have the currency she used in Kitahara.

Therefore, she had to prepare for both possibilities before getting close to people.

If I can get the right documents and money, I'll continue driving.

If you can't get it, just abandon the car and hike across the wilderness.

Regardless of which path they take, the ultimate goal is Alpha Biotechnology Company, located in the suburbs of Kitahara, the capital.

That was the Black Falcon organization's most important stronghold in Kitahara.

The gunman who shot Zhao Yuan has been silenced, so Qin Yan's words may not be entirely false.

But silencing them was Black Falcon's approach.

Li Su's calculations go beyond just a single bullet.

She was calculating the entire Black Falcon organization.

And then there are those who partner with Black Falcon, providing funding, technology, and shelter.

Those people are the ones who deserve to die.

They hand over the money, sign documents, and nod their heads, treating human lives like disposable commodities.

Qin Yan is dead, but there's still Andrei.

If one company, Alpha, goes bankrupt, there are others.

She didn't know where this revenge would end.

But she doesn't care.

She will continue as long as there is even one person connected to her child's death.

The off-road vehicle left two deep tracks in the snow.

The wind blew away the snow kicked up by the wheels, and it soon disappeared from sight.

Li Su drove the car northwards.

There was no hesitation or weariness in her eyes.

There was only a cold, white wasteland.

And the pale, dim morning light slowly breaking through the horizon in the distance.

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The car drove across the wilderness for nearly two hours.

The road conditions are getting worse and worse.

Some sections of the road were completely covered by snow blown in by the wind, making it impossible to distinguish where the road shoulders and ditches were.

Li Su could only keep the car speed extremely low and judge the direction of the road by the height difference of the exposed withered grass on both sides.

On one occasion, the right front wheel got stuck in a shallow ditch filled with snow.

The car suddenly tilted to the right.

She put the car in reverse, slowly backed it out, then turned the steering wheel to the left to go around the ditch.

The car's heating system had been broken for a long time, and only cold air was blowing out of the vents.

Li Su rolled up the car window again, leaving only a narrow crack.