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

The rain showed no signs of letting up.

Qin Meng was barefoot, stepping into the mud of the slum.

Each step he took created a murky ripple in the water.

The waterproof cloth wrapped around their shoulders was washed clean by the rain, clinging tightly to the outlines of the two stiff bodies inside.

Ahead lies an old residential area.

This is the slum of Jiangcheng, the place where a high school student named Qin Meng lived for eighteen years.

Three days ago, the atmosphere here was harmonious, with the smell of cooking oil from the mother in the kitchen and the coughing of the father sitting at the door smoking cheap cigarettes.

Now, only Qin Meng remains.

He gently put down the package on his shoulder.

The movements were slow and gentle, as if afraid of waking the sleeping person.

The waterproof cloth was untied.

In the pale light of the lightning, I could vaguely make out my parents' peaceful yet scarred faces.

He carefully tidied his father's white hair, which was wet from the rain, and smoothed out a wrinkle on his mother's collar.

She didn't cry.

Even the emotion of sadness was burned away by the black fire in his chest.

"Dad, Mom, we're home."

Qin Meng murmured softly.

He turned around and faced the open space downstairs.

There are no tools here, and you don't need any.

He knelt down, his knees slamming into the sharp bricks, blood seeping out, but he didn't even flinch.

Spread your five fingers to form a claw.

puff!

His terrifying 52.8-meter physique made his hands harder than the teeth of an excavator bucket.

Inserting both hands into the hard ground felt like inserting them into a block of tofu.

Whoosh!

Dozens of kilograms of soil and rocks were forcibly pried out and flung away.

The rain poured down harder and harder, as if trying to fill the hole and cover up the evil in the world.

Qin Meng didn't care.

He was like a tireless machine, clawing away at his opponent.

Each swing of the arm can bring out dozens of kilograms of soil and rocks.

Not deep enough.

It needs to go even deeper.

So deep that those bastards can no longer be found, so deep that no one can disturb the old couple's peace and quiet.

It's so profound that it can bury your past, cowardly, and incompetent self.

The bottom of the pit gradually took shape.

He laid a thick waterproof cloth inside and then found several relatively flat wooden boards to place underneath.

Qin Meng jumped into the pit, carefully carried his parents' bodies in, and placed them side by side.

Just like countless nights, they lay on that creaking double bed.

"You guys used to always say you wanted to move to a bigger house."

Qin Meng grabbed a handful of damp soil and slowly sprinkled it on the body.

"This place may not be big, but it's quiet. From now on, no one will dare to bully our Qin family."

The soil gradually covered those two familiar faces.

Qin Meng only stopped when the last wisp of clothing disappeared beneath the soil.

He jumped back to the ground and filled the excavated soil and stones back in. To avoid disturbing his parents again, he did not erect a tombstone.

thump.

Qin Meng knelt on both knees, his back ramrod straight.

This world is unbearable.

Good people repair bridges and roads but leave no remains, while evil people kill and set fires and wear golden belts.

Obeying the law? That's a shackle for the poor.

Reasoning? That's a joke for the weak on their deathbed.

Since Heaven is blind, since Earth is unjust.

Then I'm not going to follow those rules.

"Dad, Mom."

Qin Meng kowtowed heavily in the direction where his parents were buried.

Boom! !

The muffled sound was even deeper than thunder.

The moment his forehead hit the ground, the concrete within a two-meter radius of him shattered inch by inch, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly!

Flying pebbles cut his cheek, and blood mingled with the rainwater.

He didn't get up.

He just knelt there, letting the torrential rain wash over him.

"Qin Meng used to be a good student and a good son. He wanted to get into Wuhan University, find a good job, and take care of you in your old age."

"But he's dead."

"Killed by Zhao Tianci, killed by the patrol inspectorate, killed by this cannibalistic world."

Qin Meng slowly straightened his upper body.

Rainwater slid down his resolute face, pooling in the blood droplets on his chin.

"From this day forward, I will not believe in the law, nor will I respect gods or Buddhas."

"Those who obstruct me will be killed, those who protect evil will die—I will show no mercy!"

"Even if the heavens try to stop me, I will tear a hole in them."

Click!

A thunderclap boomed, as if it were the heavens' furious response to this arrogant statement.

The electric light illuminated Qin Meng's surroundings.

At some point, countless blinding beams of light appeared in what was once a pitch-black slum.

Dozens of armored vehicles bearing the "Inspection Division" emblem silently formed a huge encirclement.

The dark muzzles of guns, and even the vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, were all locked onto the kneeling figure in the center of the ruins.

On a distant high-rise building, several red laser dots precisely landed on the back of Qin Meng's head and his vest.

"There!"

"Target confirmed! Extremely dangerous!"

"What is he doing?"

The communication channel crackled with static and the commander’s urgent orders.

"Stop talking nonsense! Orders have been given: firepower or death! The warrant has been issued!"

"First wave advance! Snipers, prepare! Any unusual movement from him, headshot him!"

Footsteps.

The sound of hurried footsteps shattered the tranquility of the rainy night.

Hundreds of heavily armed special agents, carrying riot shields and automatic rifles, approached the center of the ruins in a fan shape.

They were very nervous.

After all, intelligence indicated that this young man, who looked like a refugee, had just escaped from prison and slaughtered everyone, and had just torn a third-tier martial artist to pieces.

Qin Meng didn't move.

He remained oblivious to the overwhelming killing intent behind him.

He simply reached out and gently patted the ground in front of him, just like when his father patted his shoulder to lull him to sleep when he was a child.

"It's a bit noisy."

"You guys go to sleep first."

"I'm going to make this world quiet."

Qin Meng slowly stood up.

As he moved, the red laser dots locked onto him shook violently.

"Don't move!!"

A loud shout came from the loudspeaker, shaking the rain curtain.

"Qin Meng! You're surrounded! Put your hands behind your head and kneel down immediately! Otherwise, we'll kill you on the spot!"

Surrounded?

Qin Meng's lips curled into a cruel smile.

next second.

boom!

Two clumps of mud and water exploded on the spot, and the ground collapsed, creating two deep pits.

Qin Meng's figure vanished into thin air.

Where are they?!

"Radar lost target! Damn! It's moving too fast!"

"Fuck you, heaven!!"

One of the special agents looked up in horror, his pupils shrinking sharply.

midair.

A black afterimage tore through the rain curtain, carrying a violent aura that could crush everything, like a humanoid cannonball that crashed into the impregnable riot shield array!

Since there is no way out.

Then let's fight our way out!

boom--!!!