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

Southeast coast.

Fifteen minutes ago, this place was a desolate, gray, and dead zone, isolated from the world.

The deafening roar of the sound barrier being shattered by brutal force echoed across the sky.

Qin Meng's figure crashed onto the tarmac of the Seventh Deep Sea Fleet.

The high-grade explosion-proof floor tiles were shattered over a large area, and the recoil shockwave uprooted three nearby radar towers.

He did not conceal his breathing.

The "absolute mass" microscopic force field attached to the 2,050 points of physical strength spreads outwards without any blind spots.

The dense, high-dimensional fog that shrouded the base and could be easily shredded by even the most sophisticated instruments encountered an even more ruthless gravitational vortex.

The black hole engine was in a low-power standby state, and had no appetite for these inferior high-dimensional scraps; it simply devoured and emptied them.

My vision became clear again.

An empty city.

The vast naval base was deserted, with not a single living person in sight.

The 300,000-strong garrison was completely wiped out; there were no signs of large-scale fighting or resistance.

The ground was littered with corpses in communications soldier uniforms. A single shot to the head, a clean and swift execution.

The quantum array in the main control room was dissolved into scrap iron by high-concentration acid.

Qin Meng stood in the center of the tarmac and kicked away the half-burnt hard drive at his feet.

They run pretty fast.

This was a premeditated, complete evacuation.

From cutting off communications to erasing all traces, the entire process was carried out methodically. The top leadership led the way in selling off the defenses, leaving the mess to the blind mainland.

He was too lazy to play cat and mouse games in the base, which spanned tens of square kilometers, so he simply pressed the headset communication switch.

"Hu Biao, bring your men over here and clean up the mess. Dig three feet into the ground at our three strongholds along the southeast coast."

Less than twenty minutes later, the anti-gravity warship carrying Jiangcheng's elite troops hovered above the base.

Thousands of fully armed soldiers spread out in a net-like formation.

Life detectors, high-dimensional energy radar, and even the most primitive military dogs were all used.

Two hours later.

Hu Biao emerged from the ventilation duct of the underground nuclear bunker, covered in sweat, carrying a gaunt man in a gray-white protective suit.

"Boss, we dug it out of an abandoned, dark room on the bottom floor of Sector D. When we went down, this bastard was just about to pour the last bit of encrypted communication logs into the acid pool."

Hu Biao threw the man at Qin Meng's feet and then kicked him, breaking two of his ribs.

The gaunt man curled up on the ground, clenching his teeth and remaining silent.

Qin Meng glanced down at the man. He had very high cheekbones, a mustache, and a pair of triangular eyes filled with a lifeless ferocity.

"Japanese people?"

"We've checked his bone age and genetic characteristics; he's a typical island nation type. He's probably the liaison officer responsible for communicating with higher-ups."

Hu Biao spat, "He's tough. He tried to bite the venom sac in the back molars as soon as he caught it, but the brothers dislocated his jaw."

Qin Meng didn't reply. He bent down and grabbed the Japanese liaison officer by the back of the neck.

"It's too slow to take them back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white ring of air exploded out from the spot.

Hu Biao only felt a blur before his eyes, and the boss and the prisoner had vanished into thin air, leaving only a footprint several meters deep on the tarmac.

Jiangcheng, the core energy supply area with five underground levels.

A dark shadow, reeking of blood, crashed onto the concrete ground, slid for more than ten meters, and only stopped after breaking a load-bearing column.

The Japanese liaison officer suffered from cracked skin and internal bleeding while flying at supersonic speeds without protection.

If Qin Meng hadn't used a little energy to keep him alive, he would have disintegrated in mid-air.

Qin Meng strode to the iron chair and sat down, the metal legs creaking under the weight.

Jiang Nuonuo stood to the side holding the newly compiled briefing, her eyelids twitching as she looked at the mangled, unrecognizable mass of flesh on the ground.

"Heal his vocal cords," Qin Meng said.

Two accompanying military doctors stepped forward with a medical kit, and a vial of high-concentration cell repair solution was injected directly into the liaison officer's carotid artery.

Ten seconds.

The ruptured vocal cords were reattached, and the jaw was forcibly repositioned.

The liaison officer lay on the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of bloody saliva.

He raised his head, his triangular eyes filled with hysterical fanaticism.

"You Chinese swine... The great coming has begun, your struggles are futile..."

The language module switching is very smooth, and the standard Chinese characters are pronounced clearly and accurately.

Qin Meng ignored this low-level provocation.

He didn't have anyone bring a branding iron, nor did he use a high-dimensional lie detector.

He simply bent down, extended his right index finger, and gently placed it on the liaison officer's left shoulder.

"Absolute quality" fine-tuning.

One in ten thousand.

The weight of a finger is now rewritten as ten tons of high-density matter.

The liaison officer's expression distorted to the limits of human physiology within a fraction of a second.

Click.

The left clavicle fractured first, and the broken bone spurs pierced into the lung lobe in the opposite direction.

Next came the scapula. Under extreme physical pressure, the hard bone was ground into white bone paste without even the need for crushing.

The skin and flesh could not withstand this pressure from the inside out and burst on the spot.

There was no pause.

The weight of ten tons spreads downwards along the shoulder structure.

The first rib, the second, the third...

The dense sounds of bones cracking echoed in the empty basement, the rhythm even carrying a certain industrial crushing rhythm.

The liaison officer's proud Bushido spirit is laughably weak in the face of pure physical laws.

The nerve signals destroyed the brain's defense mechanisms, and he began to scream, his voice so high-pitched that it damaged his newly repaired vocal cords.

Dirt mixed with blood spread across the floor.

"I'll talk...I'll talk! Take your hand away! Take your hand away!"

He frantically scratched at the ground with his remaining right arm, his fingernails leaving bloody streaks on the concrete.

Qin Meng's fingers remained in place, neither increasing nor decreasing in weight.

"If you mispronounce a single word, I'll put this finger on the top of your head."

The liaison officer was convulsing, his face covered in snot and tears, completely devoid of the fearless spirit he had shown just moments before.

He confided information intermittently, each word accompanied by the wheezing sound of air leaking from his lungs.

"At the foot of Mount Fuji... along a rift zone... there is a natural passage..."

"Where does it lead?"

"The abyss... is not a rift, but a permanent natural passage..."