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

Kyoto, a Japanese country.

Qin Meng covered the distance from the basin to Kyoto in less than three minutes.

The capital's outer defenses were even more wretched than he had anticipated. A dozen or so electromagnetic barriers, layered upon each other, combined with a dense array of automated turrets on the ground, barely managed to create the appearance of a heavily fortified position.

The moment the barrier touched Qin Meng's body, the black hole engine didn't even have the desire to digest it.

It's too watery. It's so bland it's not even good enough to fill a tooth gap.

He didn't slow down and crashed straight into it.

The dozen or so layers of barriers feel just like the plastic wrap you stick on your face; they crumble as soon as you apply them, and then fall apart.

The automatic turret dutifully unleashed its firepower, with high-explosive and armor-piercing shells exploding on Qin Meng's skin, leaving marks less severe than mosquito bites.

The defenses in the inner ring of the city have been upgraded to a slightly higher level.

Royal Guard.

Approximately 20,000 soldiers, all of whom were modified soldiers injected with abyssal serum, covered in armor and wielding high-dimensional cold weapons.

The formation was quite impressive, with shield bearers in front, spearmen in the middle, and firepower units mounted on some kind of bone cannons in the back.

Qin Meng stepped onto the asphalt road, releasing an absolute mass of three ten-thousandths.

With him as the center, the road surface within a radius of 200 meters sank by half a meter.

The shieldbearer at the very front rank had his kneecaps shattered under the pressure of gravity and collapsed to the ground.

Before the heavy artillery in the back could even fire, the barrels bent and deformed in the amplified gravitational field, just like softened candles.

Qin Meng walked forward.

With each step he took, a section of the ground collapsed.

Twenty thousand guards blocked his way, but they were no different from twenty thousand blocks of tofu.

The black hole engine's gravitational field operates continuously at low power, drawing abyssal energy from the modified soldiers' bodies, rapidly dehydrating their bones and muscles, turning a standing person into a pile of ash within three seconds.

No one can get within fifty meters of him.

This isn't a battle; it's a passageway.

Two minutes later, the 20,000 guards vanished.

The entire avenue was covered with white ashes, and when the wind blew, the ashes flew everywhere.

Qin Meng walked to a building in the very center of Kyoto.

A faint mechanical hum came from the ground beneath my feet; it was deep, at least three or four hundred meters underground.

There are residual filtered gases discharged from the recirculating ventilation system in the air.

bunker.

This group's hiding strategy was exactly the same as Zhao Zhenhai's—dig a deep hole, seal off the exit, and pray that the monsters above wouldn't bother digging down.

Qin Meng squatted down and slammed his right fist into the floor tile beneath his feet.

The absolute quality combined with 2,500 points of physical strength for full output.

This punch didn't have any fancy energy release; it was purely physical, violent penetration.

A fist pierced the road surface.

The impact force poured downwards vertically, and the 400-meter-thick concrete, alloy partition, and shock-absorbing buffer zone crumbled layer by layer under the penetration of the longitudinal pressure wave.

A regular circular hole with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared on the ground, and the cross-section of the hole wall was so neat that it looked as if it had been cut by laser.

From the depths of the cave came the mournful sound of steel breaking and the screams of humans.

Qin Meng jumped down.

A free fall of 400 meters takes less than two seconds.

His shoes were on the dome armor of the bunker—or rather, on fragments of the dome armor.

The special alloy plate, which was said to be able to withstand a nuclear attack, shattered into pieces upon his landing.

The scene inside the bunker was very similar to Zhao Zhenhai's doomsday fortress.

An independent power supply system, a circulating water treatment system, a holographic communication array, and a group of respectable people huddled in a corner, shivering.

Twelve cabinet members.

Including their prime minister.

The prime minister's gray hair was a mess, and there were still bits of unsmoked cigar on his lips.

His legs were trembling, and the crotch area of ​​his suit trousers was already soaked.

"You—you can't—"

Qin Meng walked over on the gravel, each step causing the floor of the bunker to creak under the weight of the stone.

"Can't what?"

The prime minister's lips trembled. Several other cabinet members had already knelt down, their knees thumping against the metal floor.

Qin Meng stopped three steps away from the Prime Minister.

"You should have heard of the process." He extended his right index finger and placed it on the Prime Minister's left shoulder.

A ton of pressure was released from the fingertips.

The sound of a scapula shattering is crisp, like crushing a bag of shrimp chips.

The prime minister let out a raucous scream and was forced to kneel on one knee.

"The first question is, what is the full content of the agreement you signed with the Abyss?"

"I...I'll tell you...I'll tell you everything..."

The Prime Minister's testimony was fragmented, interspersed with vomiting and sobbing.

With every millimeter that Qin Meng pressed his index finger down, he broke another bone.

This interrogation method is simple and efficient; Zhao Zhenhai has used it and found it to be extremely effective.

Fifteen minutes later, Qin Meng obtained all the information he wanted.

The list of transactions between Japan and the Abyss, and the technical parameters of the Mt. Fuji Dimension Bridge.

The specific number of civilians sacrificed was 1.73 million.

And a crucial piece of information that made him frown.

The dimensional bridge is not the end.

"From the very beginning, the Abyss never intended to transport its army across the bridge."

The prime minister uttered words mixed with blood and foam, "The bridge was just bait... the real anchor point... isn't Mount Fuji..."

"Where?"

"I don't know the exact location... The priest said... they're not trying to change the spatial channels... they're trying to change the physical constants... the fundamental parameters of the entire planet..."

The Prime Minister's eyes began to roll back; he had reached his physical limit.

Qin Meng didn't ask any further questions; all the oil and water that needed to be extracted had already been extracted.

He withdrew his index finger and replaced it with his entire foot.

Step on it.

Like Cho Jin-hae, the Prime Minister's head has completely lost its original shape on a physical level.

Qin Meng didn't deal with the remaining twelve cabinet members one by one; it would be too slow.

The black hole engine opened a small hole, and a gravitational field enveloped it.

The moisture, minerals, and bioelectricity of the twelve bodies were drained in half a second, turning them into twelve piles of dry powder.

The bunker fell silent.

Qin Meng mentally reviewed the information the Prime Minister had given him.

Physical constants, fundamental parameters.

These higher-dimensional insects have a much bigger appetite than he thought.

The so-called dimensional bridge was just a decoy from beginning to end; the real killer move was hidden much deeper.

As for its exact location, neither a dead priest nor a recently destroyed prime minister could provide an answer.

The answer lies on the other side of the abyss.

Qin Meng jumped up along the vertical shaft he had created, covering a distance of four hundred meters, and reached the top in one leap.

It was already dark when they landed on the ground in Kyoto.

On this land of Japan, ravaged by the tsunami, there are ruins and stagnant water everywhere, and the air is filled with the salty smell of the sea.

My stomach growled.

The energy reserves accumulated from devouring the dimensional bridge and the Great Lord have been significantly depleted after the frantic journey and interrogation.

Qin Meng took out the food Jiang Nuonuo had prepared for him from his backpack—a few pieces of high-level alien beast jerky compressed to the extreme.

He tore open the packaging and chewed as he searched for direction in the ruins.

There should still be a lot of good stuff in Japan's military bases and research institutes.

The formula for the Abyss Serum, fragments of high-dimensional weapons, and genetic data of modified soldiers.

Take these things back with you, and Hu Biao and his tech geeks can study them for a month or two.