A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

"Investigate Changsheng Biotechnology Company." Zhou Lang spoke quickly. "Before Zhang Jianguo died, I looked at his bank transfer records. A large amount of points and real-world funds flowed into this company. The vice president of the Black Gold Guild has a real-world connection to this company. The real-world rendezvous point for the Descent Project is there."

Han Yingying nodded. She pulled out the spare magazine from her waist and handed it to Zhou Lang.

"See you on the 50th floor," Han Yingying said.

The countdown has reached zero.

Han Yingying's body transformed into countless blue data points, dissipating within the elevator. Her combat suit and weapons also vanished.

Liu Wei stared at the spot where Han Yingying had disappeared, clicking his tongue. "That girl. She didn't even say goodbye before logging off. Brother Zhou, we're down a key player. Can we handle those guys on the 50th floor?"

"Use this to fix it." Zhou Lang patted the chainsaw in his hand.

The numbers on the elevator display screen were changing. Thirty. Forty. Forty-five.

Ding.

The elevator stopped. The numbers stopped at fifty.

The door slowly opened.

Xinhai City. Jiangbei District. Rose Apartment.

Han Yingying opened her eyes in bed. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling emitted a cold white light.

She sat bolt upright, ripping off the holographic headset. The headset beeped, signaling a disconnection. She tossed it onto the bedside table.

My back was completely soaked. The black silk camisole clung to my skin, outlining my collarbone and chest. The cold air blowing against me gave me goosebumps.

She got out of bed. Barefoot, she stepped onto the wooden floor and walked to the bathroom.

Turn on the shower. Set the water temperature to the lowest setting. Cold water pours down over your head, flowing down your hair, cheeks, neck, and shoulders. Finally, it collects at your feet and flows down the drain.

She closed her eyes. The image of chainsaws slicing through human bodies replayed in her mind. And Zhou Lang's words, "I won't throw 50,000 points down the drain."

Five minutes later, she turned off the water and dried herself with a towel.

I went to the dressing room and changed into a black, tight-fitting tracksuit. The fabric was very stretchy, allowing for a wide range of movements. I put on a black baseball cap, pulling the brim down low.

She returned to the living room. She opened the laptop on the table. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard.

Search engine input: Changsheng Biotechnology Co., Ltd.

The webpage loads. This is a company listed on NASDAQ. Its main businesses are gene editing, human cryopreservation technology, and the research and development of specialty nutrient solutions. Its market capitalization is in the hundreds of billions.

She clicked on the company executives' profile page.

Chairman and CEO: Li Changsheng.

The man in the photo is wearing a bespoke suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and a smile.

Han Yingying stared at the screen. This person looked exactly like the vice president of the Black Gold Guild in the transfer station. The only difference was that the vice president in the transfer station had a scar on his left cheek, while the real Li Changsheng didn't.

She pulled open the bottom drawer of the desk. Inside was a Glock 19 pistol, three spare magazines, and a military tactical knife.

She picked up the pistol. She pressed the magazine release button. The magazine slid out, fully loaded with 9mm Parabellum rounds. She pushed the magazine back in. She pulled the slide. A bullet was chambered. She engaged the safety. She holstered the gun in her back pocket.

The dagger was strapped to the outside of the right calf and covered by the trouser leg.

Grab the car keys. Head out.

It's 2 a.m. The streets of Xinhai City are almost deserted.

Han Yingying drove a black modified SUV and parked it in an underground parking lot two streets away from the Changsheng Biotechnology Building.

She got out of the car and walked towards the building.

The Changsheng Biotechnology Building is thirty stories high. Its exterior is entirely made of one-way glass. In the night, it resembles a giant black tombstone.

The main entrance of the building was lit. Four security guards in black suits stood at the door. Their waistbands were bulging. They were armed.

Han Yingying did not approach the main entrance. She went around to the fire escape on the left side of the building.

The alley was dark. Only a few trash cans emitted a sour smell.

She looked up. A row of air conditioner outdoor units hung on the wall on the second floor, about four meters above the ground.

The enhanced attributes from the transit station cannot be fully inherited by the real body. However, neural reaction speed, muscle exertion techniques, and combat intuition are retained.

Han Yingying took three steps back. She took a deep breath.

Accelerate with a running start. Push off with your left foot onto the protrusion on the wall. Leap into the air. Extend both hands upwards. Precisely grab the metal bracket of the second-floor air conditioner unit.

The bracket made a slight creaking sound.

She used her arms to pull herself up in a perfect pull-up, flipping her body over the outdoor unit and landing on the second-floor windowsill.

The movements made no extra sound.

The windows were locked. Blinds were drawn from the inside, so you couldn't see inside.

She took a glass cutter with a diamond tip from her pocket. She drew a circle ten centimeters in diameter in the lower right corner of the glass. Then she gently tapped the center of the circle with the handle of the cutter.

A round shard of glass fell. Han Yingying reached out and caught it, placing it on the windowsill.

Reach your hand into the hole. Unlock the lock. Push open the window.

She turned over and went inside.

This is a storage room. It's piled high with cardboard boxes and cleaning tools. The air smells of disinfectant.

Footsteps approached from outside the door. The sound of rubber-soled shoes on the marble floor. Growing closer.

Han Yingying pressed herself against the wall behind the door, slowing her breathing.

The doorknob of the storage room turned. The door was pushed open.

A beam of flashlight shone in and swept across the cardboard box.

A security guard in uniform walked in. He yawned. The flashlight beam didn't shine behind the door.

Han Yingying moved.

She covered the security guard's mouth from behind with her left hand. With her right hand, she drew a tactical knife from her calf. The blade was pressed against the guard's carotid artery.

The whole process took less than a second.

The security guard froze. He tried to struggle. Han Yingying's arms were like iron clamps around his neck. The dagger pressed forward slightly. The sharp blade cut through the skin. Warm blood flowed out, dripping down the blade onto the security guard's collar.

"Where is the monitoring room?" Han Yingying asked in a low voice.

The security guard's eyes widened. His pupils dilated. He had worked as a security guard at Changsheng Company for three years. A retired mercenary, he had combat experience. But he hadn't seen the woman's movements clearly at all. Her strength was outrageous. Her speed was like a ghost.

The security guard raised his right hand and pointed to the ceiling.

"Tenth floor," the security guard mumbled.

Han Yingying twisted her wrist and slammed the heavy hilt of the dagger into the back of the security guard's head.

The security guard rolled his eyes. He slumped down limply.

Han Yingying caught him before he fell, preventing him from making a sound. She dragged the security guard behind a cardboard box at the very back of the storage room.

She took off the security guard's jacket and put it on. The jacket was a bit too big. She tucked the hem into her belt, put on the security guard's hat, and pulled the brim down low.

Draw the Glock pistol from your back waist. Screw on the silencer.

I pushed open the door to the storage room. The corridor was empty. A security camera flashed red overhead.

She avoided being directly in the line of fire of the camera, walking close to the wall towards the stairwell.

Chapter 37

There were only green emergency exit indicator lights in the stairwell.

Han Yingying climbed the stairs. Her steps were light. Her toes touched the ground first, then her heels. This was a professionally trained stealth footwork technique.