One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

With the outer core strongholds completely removed by these eighteen elite soldiers with lightning speed, the "encirclement" of the main battlefield officially began.

The Special Operations Brigade of the Jiangxi Provincial Military Region—a steel torrent composed of hundreds of well-organized regular army personnel—served as the "clearing and recovery team" in the tactical system, and simultaneously entered the forest area from the four sides of the back mountain.

Their shoulder patches were neatly aligned, their camouflage was tight, and they marched in uniform tactical steps to tighten the encirclement.

Without the support of cadres and the presence of elders, ordinary Quanxing disciples were like a group of withered leaves swept up by a storm in front of these soldiers who had been baptized by modern army group coordinated tactics. Their so-called unruliness instantly turned into a laughing stock that was easily defeated.

……

A valley entrance on the eastern side of a dense forest.

Liao Tietou, a member of the Quanxing sect, watched helplessly as his two accomplices were silently shot dead in the instant they resisted arrest, and he fell into a hysterical state of being driven to the brink of despair.

"I'll fight you to the death!!"

Liao Tietou's facial muscles contorted, and a beast-like howl erupted from his throat.

He slammed his legs off the ground, his entire body like a battering sledgehammer unleashed, his protective qi tightly compressed onto his iron-hard head, and with a piercing whooshing sound, he charged headlong into the advancing tactical squad!

"I've honed my Iron Head Kung Fu for thirty years; I can even smash through a truck. I refuse to believe I can't crush you bunch of scrap metal soldiers!!"

However, the three soldiers advancing head-on did not even stop their march.

There was no dodging, nor any unnecessary exclamation.

The two soldiers in the middle slightly lowered the muzzle of their tactical rifles, and extremely muffled bursts of fire erupted from the silencers of their assault rifles.

"Puff puff puff puff puff!"

The special-grade armor-piercing bullet tore through the air, leaving a faint smell of burning, and pierced through Liao Tietou's proud protective aura as easily as a hot knife through butter.

That "iron head," which was said to be able to withstand heavy trucks, was smashed into a rotten watermelon in less than half a second.

The sprinting figure suddenly lost its balance, fell heavily into the mud, slid several meters away, and then fell silent.

……

Meanwhile, atop an ancient tree several kilometers away, the master of disguise of Quanxing, "Domain Painter," held his breath, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Through the gaps in the tree shadows, he witnessed the breathtaking advance of the entire regular army, his hopes crushed by reality.

But as a seasoned veteran who had been on the run in the world of supernatural beings for decades, his survival instinct instantly took over his mind.

The domain painter's hands flew, and strange Qi, like silk threads, wrapped around the withered branches, fallen leaves, and rocks all around.

As the light and shadow distorted, his clothes, physique, and even the rough wooden stick in his hand were transformed by the Qi energy into a black exoskeleton combat suit and tactical rifle that were indistinguishable from those of the special forces soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

He held his breath and suppressed his outward aura to appear no different from that of an ordinary person, like a lurking venomous snake slowly sliding down from the treetop, preparing to pretend to be a straggling special forces member and sneak into the ranks to escape.

However, he had only peeked halfway out of the grass—

A ring of colored patches emitting extremely unusual refractive wavelengths was clearly reflected in the heavy sniper scope thousands of meters above the ground.

In the face of multispectral Qi phase radar, so-called visual disguise is like a thick red line drawn on a blackboard with a highlighter pen—grossly and glaringly obvious.

"Bang."

A barely audible hum swept across the sky.

A 12.7mm high-explosive heavy sniper armor-piercing round hurtled towards the field under the acceleration of gravity, instantly blasting the artist's optical camouflage, chest cavity, and the stubborn rock beside him into dust that filled the sky.

He didn't even have time to finish his expression of horror before he closed his eyes forever.

……

Beside the western cliff.

A Quanxing superhuman, known for his high-speed movement ability, was moving madly through the night like a blur.

His speed was so fast that it was imperceptible to the naked eye, and he even produced sonic booms that stretched for several meters.

"Hahaha! You want to race me? You can't even catch a cop's bullet! You bunch of camouflage lumps of metal, get out of here! Bye-bye!!"

The arrogant laughter still echoed in the night wind, while the fire control computer high in the sky had already completed the trajectory calculation through motion trajectory prediction.

"call out--"

A heavy anti-materiel warhead, hurtling through the air, landed precisely three meters in front of him on his sprint path.

The warhead did not hit directly, but instead detonated an air shock wave with its immense kinetic energy!

The superhuman, who was running at high speed, could not withstand the sudden high-pressure air barrier. Under the terrifying inertia, he derailed and crashed into a towering ancient pine tree that was as thick as three people could hug, like an out-of-control high-speed train.

"boom!"

Wood chips flew everywhere, and blood rained down from the sky.

Faced with the extreme physical laws of the high-speed impact, the flesh turned into a sticky red stain, which slowly slid down the mottled tree bark.

……

However, not all members of the Quanxing sect are so arrogant as to be blind.

In the darkest hollow of the dense forest, Xue Fan, a member of the Quanxing gang of murderers from the "Carrying Banners and Buying Water" school in Henan, was trembling all over as if he were being shaken.

The soul-guiding banner in his hand, repeatedly soaked and refined with corpse oil, which could summon a hundred ghosts to roam at night and terrify righteous people, was now being raised shakily by him, and then... with an extremely crisp "plop" it was stuck upside down in the muddy ground beside him.

Xue Fan slammed his knees to the ground, his forehead hitting the stone hard, and burst into loud sobs.

He brought his extraordinary skill of weeping at graves and mourning spirits to its most refined and unparalleled level, only the words he uttered had changed to an eternal, timeless melody:

"I confess my guilt!! Waaah... I have failed my ancestors! I have failed the great stability of society!! I was ignorant and incompetent from a young age, went astray, and violated the Public Security Administration Punishment Law! I deserve to die!! Leaders, please have mercy... I deeply regret my actions, I will repent and change my ways, and I am willing to accept all forms of ideological reform!!"

While crying, Xue Fan frantically kowtowed, his sincerity and high level of awareness leaving the two young soldiers who surrounded him stunned for half a second.

"Whoosh."

A faint whooshing sound interrupted his wailing.

The anesthetic needle was precisely inserted into the back of Xue Fan's neck.

Just before his vision went dark and he collapsed limply to the ground, a bizarrely bright smile, even tinged with a hint of relief, bloomed on Xue Fan's tear-streaked and mud-covered face—

I won the bet...

Once you're in jail, at least you'll be safe for life!

……

The second hand of the wall clock mercilessly ticked its final tick.

From the start of the operation at 11 PM to the complete silence of gunfire and energy throughout the back mountain, the entire operation took 20 minutes and 48 seconds.

On the summary screen of the tactical terminal, cold, static data pulsed and froze—

According to the "Work Report on the Special Campaign to Eliminate Illegal and Criminal Activities and Illegal Gatherings in the Back Mountain Area of ​​Longhu Mountain", a total of 418 people involved in various cases of illegal and criminal activities of the Quanxing gang have been stationed in the back mountain area.

Among them, 78 people were arrested and brought to justice after completely losing their will to resist and undergoing special anesthesia in accordance with procedures.

The remaining 340 people, who resisted arrest and engaged in serious violent resistance, have all been tactically cleared from the scene.

Combat casualty statistics for participating troops: zero casualties. Only three soldiers sustained minor abrasions due to slight corrosion of their protective suits by highly dangerous residual evil energy during close-range assaults.

Faced with the vast and tightly controlled machinery of state violence, the Quanxing madmen, who have been regarded as a nightmare by the world of supernatural beings for thousands of years, are like moths drawn to the blazing sun.

Individual bravery and secret skills are ultimately nothing more than the light of a firefly, crushed by the relentless tide of the times, leaving not even a ripple.

……