A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

The electromagnetic pulse effect appeared immediately: the machine gun turret's servo motor stopped, and the six-barreled cannon fired its last few rounds before going silent due to inertia. The battery packs on the backs of the four heavily armored exoskeletons crackled with blue arcs of electricity, and their hydraulic joints locked.

The 120-kilogram armor suddenly turned into a 120-kilogram iron coffin.

As darkness fell, Lu Yuan had already left his cover the instant the EMP exploded.

The blade sliced ​​into the seam of the first man's neck armor, while the left hand simultaneously seized the shotgun. The muzzle was then pressed into the gap in the second man's mask, and the trigger was pulled.

The third man struggled to lift his locked arm, but Lu Yuan's knee shattered his throat. The fourth man writhed wildly in the darkness, unable to break free of the exoskeleton, and could only watch as a dark shadow approached.

For twelve seconds, only the ticking of cooling metal and the faint sound of flowing blood remained in the passageway.

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Deep in the island, in a circular conference room, six chairs surround a round table, with a real-time tactical screen embedded in the center of the tabletop.

Six elders were in a state of panic over the destruction of the financial center when a physical blood-red alarm suddenly went off.

The main screen automatically switched to the external surveillance footage. In the gray-green night vision image, four corpses wearing exoskeleton armor lay across the passageway floor.

Blood seeped from the seams of the armor. In the center of the image, a man in a black windbreaker was using the tip of his knife to pry open the helmet visor of the last corpse and wipe the blade.

The chief elder stood up from his chair, his cane slipping from his grasp and falling to the ground.

He recognized this method of killing: precise cuts to the cervical vertebrae, each cut with the same depth and angle, without any unnecessary movements, hesitation, or emotion.

Six years ago, seventeen elites from the North African branch disappeared overnight, leaving behind surveillance footage containing images like this.

"Joker".

On the screen, the man looked up at the camera. His face was expressionless, but there was a very slight movement at the corner of his mouth.

Air raid sirens blared from every loudspeaker on the island, and scarlet lights flashed alternately in all the passageways.

"Intercept them all!" the elder roared, slamming his fist on the table. "Lock all the blast doors in the core area! Bring everyone over here!"

On the screen, Lu Yuan tore off a rag to wipe his military blade clean, then kicked open the iron door leading to the underground fortifications.

The figure disappeared into the depths of the corridor, with only the bloody footprints remaining on the wall marking the direction.

The six elders sat around a round table, and no one spoke.

The underground blast doors were closing one by one, the rumble of clashing steel echoing in the distance. The air in the conference room was getting colder, filled with fear.

......

The airflow from the kicked-off iron gate stirred up dust in the corridor, and the wailing of the air raid siren filled the entire passageway.

The red emergency lights embedded in the wall flashed twice per second, cutting Lu Yuan's shadow into bloody afterimages as he ran.

Sixty meters ahead, the first explosion-proof gate was descending, titanium alloy panels slid out from the ceiling, and hydraulic rods emitted a low hum.

As Lu Yuan accelerated and his body rolled over the bottom of the gate, the titanium alloy plate grazed his back, less than three centimeters from his spine.

Behind them, with a loud "bang," the 300-kilogram gate slammed into the ground.

The second layer is forty meters away, and the third layer is seventy meters away.

On the six large screens in the conference room, Lu Yuan's figure was moving through the corridor at an astonishing speed.

The chief elder planted his cane on the ground, the tip trembling incessantly. "Activate...activate everything! Open up everything inside!"

The security manager's fingers swiped frantically across the panel, inputting one red authorization code after another.

"Microwave denial, start."

"Electromagnetic kinetic energy unit, in position."

"Elite Team Two and Team Four, block them from the front and rear."

On the screen, Lu Yuan had just crossed the first intersection.

The metal panels on both sides of the wall shattered and popped open, revealing four military-grade microwave active denial systems pushed out from the hidden compartment. The dish antennas completed calibration within half a second, and the conical radiation beams intertwined to form an invisible thermal net.

The air in the passage was instantly heated to over seventy degrees Celsius. The synthetic fibers on the surface of Lu Yuan's down jacket began to curl, and his exposed skin felt as if it had been doused with boiling oil, forcing him to slow down.

At the same time, two groups of people emerged from the front and rear. They wore fully enclosed helmets and carried electromagnetic kinetic energy guns with barrels twice as thick as ordinary rifles.

Metal jets do not require gunpowder; they rely on electromagnetic acceleration, with each projectile exiting the barrel at speeds exceeding three times the speed of sound.

Attacked from both sides, the first wave of jets poured in simultaneously from both ends, and sparks flew like welding sparks as they hit the tunnel walls.

At the last moment, Lu Yuan lunged into the pipe groove, his body shrinking behind two thick cooling pipes.

The kinetic energy projectiles struck the pipe wall, leaving fist-sized dents in the steel.

The microwave radiation continued; the grooves couldn't block the electromagnetic waves, and heat seeped in from all directions. The outer resin layer of Lu Yuan's bulletproof vest began to soften, and a burnt smell spread from his chest.

In the monitoring room, the elite captain looked at the red silhouette huddled in the corner on the thermal imaging screen, took off his helmet, and drew the thermobaric weapon from his waist.

"Blind spots? There are no blind spots."

He bit the pull ring.

Inside the recess, Lu Yuan's gaze fell on the main coolant pipe behind him, marked "R-404A". Industrial-grade refrigerant, with an internal pressure of twelve atmospheres and a temperature of minus forty-six degrees Celsius.

He reversed his grip on the military blade and slashed down.

The first cut cracked the outer casing. Before the second cut could even be made, the pipe exploded on its own.

Liquid refrigerant at twelve atmospheres of pressure gushed out from the crack, and white mist filled the entire passage at an explosive speed.

When an extremely low-temperature liquid comes into contact with air heated to over 70 degrees Celsius by microwaves, the intense heat exchange creates a dense condensation fog with zero visibility within three seconds.

The elite captain still had the thermobaric bullet pull ring in his mouth, and the infrared thermal imaging on his helmet turned completely white.

"Switch to optics!"

The optical mirror is also white.

"Ultrasonic ranging!"

The echoes were refracted terribly by the uneven temperature gradient layer in the fog, causing the data to jump around erratically.

Lu Yuan moved within the white mist.

He closed his eyes. In his past life, he had killed too many people in the darkness, underwater, and amidst the smoke of battle. Sight had never been a necessity for him.

The sounds of breathing, footsteps, the mechanical friction of a gun barrel turning, the hissing of a gas mask's air intake valve—each sound source is a coordinate.

The wire slipped from between his fingers, and the first target was three meters to his right, being searched in circles.

The steel wire looped around the bottom of his helmet, cut into the seam of the sealing strip, and strangled the life support tube. There was no need to break his neck; cutting off the helmet's air supply was enough. Once the oxygen level reached zero, the person would be incapacitated within fifteen seconds.

Fifteen seconds was too slow. As Lu Yuan released the wire, his knee had already pierced the back of the second man's knee. The moment the heavily armed elite soldier knelt on one knee, a military blade pierced through the seam of his soft armor under his armpit, the blade penetrating his lung.

Someone ahead was firing blindly, kinetic energy bullets cutting through the white mist and creating vortexes.