My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The agonizing screams echoed in the closed cell, more horrible than the sound of a pig being slaughtered.

Wang Kai fell to his knees, a physical kneeling—the excruciating pain from his crushed wrists made it impossible for him to stand.

He looked at Qin Meng in horror. This was no longer the student who was at the mercy of others.

This is clearly a ferocious beast that has awakened!

"Let go! I'm a jailer! You dare touch me! I'll kill your whole family..."

Wang Kai was in so much pain that he was delirious, yet he still habitually threatened others with words.

Qin Meng remained expressionless.

He just stared at Wang Kai's distorted face, the eerie cherry red of his parents' corpses flashing through his mind.

"My home is gone."

Qin Meng's voice was hoarse. "So, I have no weaknesses."

collapse!

Qin Meng exerted force with his arm.

The alloy chain piercing through the collarbone, under the pull of the 10.8-inch physique, caused the expansion bolts connecting to the wall to emit a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

"open!"

With a low growl, he actually pulled the alloy chain that was originally used to restrain a first-grade martial artist out of the wall!

Gravel flew everywhere.

Qin Meng landed, dragging behind him a half-broken, still-dripping chain, like a demon breaking free of its shackles, and slowly approached Wang Kai.

"You...you stay away! You're just an ordinary person! You haven't cultivated your qi and blood! How could you possibly have this kind of power!"

Wang Kai was scared.

He scrambled backward, frantically trying to draw his sidearm from his waist.

In this world, firearms are ineffective against high-level martial artists, but they are still deadly weapons against ordinary people and low-level martial artists.

boom!

A shot rang out.

The bullet spun and tore through the air, heading straight for Qin Meng's forehead.

At such close range, even a god couldn't save them.

A look of wild joy flashed across Wang Kai's face: "Go to hell, you bastard! Remember to be careful in your next life!"

clang!

A crisp metallic clang.

There was no blood splattering.

The 9mm bullet struck Qin Meng's forehead, creating a shower of sparks, before deforming, flattening, and finally falling helplessly to the ground.

Qin Meng had only a faint white mark on his forehead, without even breaking the skin.

Only the immense kinetic energy caused Qin Meng's head to tremble slightly upon impact.

【Copper sheet】Characteristics: It is difficult to damage by ordinary iron.

Wang Kai's mouth dropped open, his mind completely blank.

"Is...is this even human...?"

He wanted to run, but his legs were already weak.

Qin Meng walked up to him, looking down at him, his shadow completely enveloping Wang Kai.

"Was this gun also given to you by Young Master Zhao?"

Qin Meng reached out and, ignoring the scorching hot barrel, gripped it directly.

Bring your five fingers together.

crunch--

The steel barrel was molded into a lump of scrap metal in his hands, like putty.

"I...I was just doing my job...Master Qin...have mercy..."

Wang Kai's crotch was soaked, and snot and tears were mixed together.

"For handling matters."

Qin Meng nodded, his tone calm, "When you opened that gas cylinder, were you just doing your job?"

Wang Kai stammered in panic, "It wasn't me... it was..."

Snapped.

Qin Meng didn't let him finish speaking.

A simple, unadorned slap.

He didn't use any martial arts techniques, and of course, he didn't know how.

It's a slap that uses the full force of the whole body.

Wang Kai's head was smashed like a watermelon, and he flew seven or eight meters before crashing heavily against the iron bars of the water prison.

His neck was bent at a bizarre 90-degree angle, his eyes bulged out, and he died on the spot.

[Kill a villain, Violence Value +500]

Qin Meng didn't even glance at the corpse.

He looked down at his palm.

This is the beauty of violence.

There's no need to reason, no need to find evidence, no need to wait for justice that will never come.

If you're strong enough, one slap and the world will be at peace.

"Zhao Tianci".

As Qin Meng murmured the name, the black flames in his eyes burned ever brighter.

"Don't rush, I will personally crush every single person on your Zhao family's genealogy."

In the upper right corner of the retina, red numbers are jumping wildly.

[Current Violence Level: 600]

This feedback comes from the fact that Wang Kai's wrist and head were just crushed.

The system panel was as simple as a basic web game, without any explanation, but that suited Qin Meng's taste perfectly.

Simplicity is the most efficient.

Qin Meng had a sudden thought and tried to focus his attention on the plus sign after the "Physical Fitness" column.

hum.

The numerical value fluctuated.

[Consumes 100 Violence Points, Physique +1]

The ratio is one hundred to one.

The system previously displayed that the standard physical condition for an average person was 1.

Qin Meng's score is currently 11.8.

"All of them."

Qin Meng did not hesitate at all.

For a death row inmate to think about long-term, balanced development is utterly foolish.

What he needs now is extreme violence, absolute power that can tear apart all obstacles.

[Violence Value -500]

[Physical Strength: 11.8 → 16.8]

A dull, explosive sound came from inside the body.

That was the sound of bone density being forcibly compressed and muscle fibers being twisted like steel cables.

His already bronze skin was now even darker, with his pores completely closed. If you didn't look closely, he looked more like a bronze sculpture cast with tung oil.

Each heartbeat felt like a war drum being struck in my chest.

The blood was as thick and heavy as mercury, making a rushing, tidal sound as it surged through the blood vessels.

This is the physique of someone who is 16.8.

Qin Meng clenched his fist, and the air in his palm burst with a crisp sound.

If the previous 10.8 made him a superman, then the current 16.8 makes him feel like he has transcended the realm of carbon-based life.

Woo-woo-woo!

A piercing red alarm light suddenly flashed and spun above the corridor, illuminating the dark water prison in a crimson glow.

"Interrogation room number 03 has detected a loss of vital signs!"

"Damn it! The security camera is blocked!"

"Jailer Wang Kai confirmed dead! Suspect Qin Meng has broken free! Repeat, suspect has broken free!"

A rapid, urgent shout came over the loudspeaker.

Immediately following was a series of heavy and rapid footsteps.

That was the vibration caused by the standard combat boots stepping on the metal floor; at least several dozen people were rushing towards this place.

Qin Meng didn't move.

He simply bent down, stepped over Wang Kai's mangled corpse, and picked up the half-meter-long broken chain from the ground.

Made of alloy, about the thickness of a thumb, with sharp metal nicks at the break.

He weighed the chain in his hand; the weight was just right.

boom!

The heavy iron door of the interrogation room was violently kicked open.

In that instant, the narrow corridor was filled with fully armed prison guards.

They were dressed in black riot gear, carrying high-voltage electric shields and riot guns; the dark muzzles of the guns instantly filled Qin Meng's vision.

The squad leader, through his mask, saw the headless corpse on the ground and was filled with rage.

"Target extremely dangerous! No warning needed! Open fire!!"

No need for further explanation.

There is no need to persuade them to surrender.

The moment an ordinary person kills a jailer, there is no turning back.

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of gunfire erupted in the enclosed space, spitting fire.

More than a dozen riot guns fired simultaneously, using highly lethal rubber-core bullets and even a few live rounds mixed in.

Even a first-grade martial artist with a health value of 50 would be riddled with holes if they dared not withstand such a barrage of fire.

Qin Meng did not dodge.

Or rather, the cramped interrogation room offered no space to hide.

He simply raised his left arm to shield his eyes.

Ding ding ding—!

The bullets struck him, making a sickening metallic clang.

His clothes were instantly torn to shreds, revealing his bronze skin underneath.

Those steel-core bullets that could easily break ribs seemed to hit a wall of sighs the moment they touched Qin Meng's skin.

The warhead was severely deformed and then slid off helplessly.

Not even a red mark was left.

"This...how is this possible..."

The squad leader who fired the shot was stunned.

All the jailers were stunned.

Riot guns can't penetrate it? What kind of monster is this?

Even a genius like Young Master Zhao, who has awakened superpowers, cannot withstand bullets with his bare body!

"Finished?"

Qin Meng lowered his arm, revealing a blank face.

"Then it's my turn."

The next second, the floor cracked.

He transformed into a black afterimage, carrying an aura of crushing everything, and instantly crashed into the crowd!