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

boom!

Qin Meng crashed into a row of riot shields.

A dull thud echoed through the rainy night.

The three-sided thickened shield shattered into pieces on the spot.

Fragments of transparent blast-proof material shot backward and embedded themselves in the bulletproof vests of the special agents in the back row.

The three strong men holding the shields had their arms broken and their chests caved in.

The three men were thrown backward more than ten meters, knocking down a large number of their colleagues.

The screams were drowned out by the dense gunfire.

The special agents frantically pulled the triggers. Flames spitted out.

Countless bullets struck Qin Meng's bronze skin.

Sparks flew. The bullet was crushed and fell to the ground.

Not even a white mark was left.

Qin Meng did not dodge.

Take a step forward.

He reached out and grabbed a high-voltage electric baton that was being thrown at him.

He flicked it back.

The baton was driven deep into the chest of the special agent.

Ten thousand volts of high-voltage electricity exploded inside the human body, filling the air with the smell of burnt metal mixed with the stench of blood.

[Killing a target increases Berserk Value by 100]

Turn around.

A whip kick.

An agent attempting a flank attack was struck in the waist.

The sharp crack of a spine snapping pierced the rain. He was thrown at a ninety-degree angle, flying straight out of the encirclement and crashing into the outer shell of an armored vehicle. The vehicle's exterior was severely dented.

Another agent with a shield attempted to retreat.

Qin Meng took a step forward.

He gripped the top edge of the riot shield with his left hand and pressed it down sharply.

The special agent's wrist dislocated instantly.

Qin Meng clenched his right fist and punched out in a straight line.

The fist smashed through the polycarbonate shield and hit the agent in the chest.

The bulletproof plate shattered. Ribs were broken.

The special agent's back suddenly bulged, and he slid backward for more than ten meters, leaving a dark red bloodstain in the mud.

Fist, elbow, knee.

Qin Meng moved through the crowd without making any unnecessary movements.

Only the purest form of violence and crushing.

Every blow inevitably results in shattered bones and flying flesh.

Rainwater mixed with blood flowed into a red stream on the ground.

In just half a minute.

More than twenty corpses lay scattered on the ground.

The special agents on the perimeter began to retreat.

The hand holding the gun trembled violently.

Bullets are ineffective. Instant death at close range.

Fear spread rapidly among the crowd.

"Step back."

A single word exploded in everyone's ears through the communicator.

The special agents, as if granted a pardon, retreated like a tide, quickly creating a twenty-meter distance between themselves.

Qin Meng prepared to give chase.

My right foot had just touched the ground.

A sudden change occurred.

The soft, muddy ground suddenly churned.

Gravity suddenly increased exponentially, dragging Qin Meng's legs tightly.

The soil hardened instantly, solidifying into two enormous rocky hands that firmly held his ankles in place.

Immediately afterwards, the ground around them rose up.

Six thick rock pillars rose from the ground, crossing and constricting Qin Meng's waist and arms.

The stone pillar's surface was covered with rough, sharp spikes that were firmly wedged into his joints.

Gravity-induced swamps combined with rocky shackles.

Qin Meng struggled with all his might.

The physical limits of 52.8 meters.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the stone pillar, emitting a harsh grinding sound.

Just then.

The rooftop of a tall building 500 meters away.

The sniper codenamed "Nighthawk" lay prone in the floodwater.

The crosshairs were firmly locked onto Qin Meng's right shoulder.

He was using a military-grade anti-materiel sniper rifle loaded with tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds.

This firepower configuration is specifically designed to deal with the protective qi of low-level martial artists and large mutated beasts.

Nighthawk pressed the trigger with his index finger.

boom!

A foot-long burst of flame shot from the muzzle.

The tungsten-core armor-piercing projectile spun at high speed, tearing through the rain and instantly reaching its target.

Ding—Pfft!

The harsh sound of metal rubbing together rang out.

A coin-sized gash was torn in the bronze skin on Qin Meng's right shoulder.

Blood splattered.

The bullet was lodged in the muscle fibers, just an inch away from the scapula.

The immense kinetic energy caused Qin Meng's body to lean backward.

But the rocky shackles held him firmly in place, forcibly withstanding the impact.

Qin Meng stopped struggling.

Warm liquid is flowing out of the wound.

Pain is transmitted along the nerve endings.

A black umbrella appeared behind the armored vehicle.

Li Zhen, Deputy Director of the Jiangcheng Inspection Bureau.

A fourth-tier peak earth-type ability user.

Li Zhen twirled the umbrella handle, his leather shoes stepping on higher ground where there was no water, stopping ten paces away from Qin Meng.

"That's a pretty good talent among physical enhancement abilities. No wonder those useless guys couldn't do anything to you."

Li Zhen raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The sniper in the distance received the order and pulled the trigger again.

boom!

The second armor-piercing round hit Qin Meng's left leg.

The skin and flesh were torn open, and blood flowed down the thigh, dripping onto the rocks below.

Qin Meng remained motionless, his gaze fixed on Li Zhen.

"It's fine against regular bullets. But against armor-piercing rounds, you'll still bleed."

Li Zhen took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away a drop of mud that had splashed onto the back of his hand.

"This type of large-caliber armor-piercing projectile has a spiraling, shredding effect. If it gets stuck in the flesh, every muscle contraction will cause excruciating pain."

Li Zhen looked at Qin Meng's silent expression and sneered.

"The gap between classes cannot be bridged by your passion alone."

"Ordinary people should have the awareness of ordinary people. Do you think that killing a few low-ranking prison guards will allow you to challenge the rules of the entire Jiangcheng?"

"Your defiant attitude is truly disgusting."

Li Zhen casually tossed the dirty handkerchief into the muddy water.

"In Jiangcheng, the Zhao family is the law. The Patrol and Inspection Division is the pillar that holds this law together. You alone, do you think you can tear the sky apart?"

"Your power is nothing but a crude joke in the face of the absolute dominance of firearms and superpowers."

Li Zhen straightened his cuffs.

"Young Master Zhao has spoken; he wants them captured alive."

"Sign the confession and come back with me obediently. If Young Master Zhao wants to feed you to his dogs, you'll just have to accept it. That's fate."

The special agents around them breathed a sigh of relief.

The riot shield was repositioned, and the gun barrels were once again aimed at the center.

"Director Li is awesome!"

"Director Li really knows how to handle things! No matter how tough this monster is, it's still a sitting duck!"

"A physical enhancement type dares to challenge an elemental type? They're courting death."

The fear of being slaughtered was quickly transformed into the pleasure of mockery and revenge under Li Zhen's absolute power.

The deputy captain of the special operations team stood beside Li Zhen, holding a gun, and coldly watched Qin Meng who was trapped.

Qin Meng looked down and glanced at the wound on his shoulder.

The system values ​​speak for themselves.

In this world, firearms combined with supernatural abilities still have the power to dominate lower-level enemies. Armor-piercing rounds can tear through basic copper armor, and earth-based supernatural abilities can restrict movement speed.

Forcibly breaking free of the rocky shackles would inevitably consume a lot of stamina. With a physique of 52.8, enduring the continuous concentrated fire would not kill me, but it would severely impact my escape efficiency.

If they are bogged down, the situation could change if Zhao's experts or even more heavy firepower arrive.

We can't delay.

We must use the most overwhelming methods to completely destroy the psychological defenses of this group.

Shatter their firepower superstition.

The upper right corner of the retina.

The red number remained at 2600.

The special agent who was just killed, combined with the previous accumulation, has a very high level of ferocity.

Without any hesitation.

"system."

"Add points. Allocate them to Constitution."