Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

scream.

Wailing.

Kong Jiu stood quietly in the center of the crowd, like a reef going against the current.

The narrow passage was crowded with countless ordinary people fleeing.

When people saw him, their legs went weak, and they bowed to him tremblingly, performing an almost humble bow. Then, as if being chased by a demon, they stumbled and ran away.

These fugitives came from all walks of life; some wore crisp military uniforms, their shoulder insignia indicating they were high-ranking managers in charge of coordinating the heroes.

Besides fear, these people also harbored a sense of apprehension in their eyes, presumably because they had witnessed Kong Jiu's actions on the command center's surveillance cameras.

But more often, they were the glamorous fashion icons, the eccentrically dressed clothing designers, and a few second- or third-tier movie stars who had appeared on television talk shows.

At this moment, their makeup was washed away by sweat and tears, their gorgeous dresses were covered in dust, and they looked disheveled.

It seems that this facility called "Hero Training Base," stripped of its glamorous exterior, is essentially nothing more than a film and television production studio that generates economic benefits, with actual heroic activities not making up the majority of its operations.

However, neither fully armed soldiers nor pampered entertainers dared to lay a hand on Kong Jiu, nor did anyone dare to show the slightest intention to stop him.

They merely nodded expressionlessly to Kong Jiu, then, like startled birds, quickly swept past him and scrambled to escape towards the outside world.

Do I look scary?

Kong Jiu was somewhat puzzled.

Squich clearly stated that in order to allow him to continue living normally after the action, a kind of cognitive barrier was deliberately placed on him, the effect of which could last for a whole day.

To strangers, whether it's a camera or a passerby, what they see is a blurry, indistinct face, or what they subconsciously perceive as "other people."

But the terrified crowd scattering in all directions clearly regarded him as some kind of specific, extremely dangerous being.

Despite his doubts, Kong Jiu could only continue walking forward, passing through the crowd, and finally arrived at the place where the spiritual energy was deliberately concealed.

It was a huge exhibition hall with heavy metal doors tightly closed.

Kong Jiu reached out and pushed open the door, accompanied by a soft hissing sound as the hydraulic rod deflated.

He deactivated his spiritual vision, and the scene inside the exhibition hall came into view with his naked eye.

In the center of the exhibition hall stands a tree.

To be precise, it is a tree with a metallic sheen.

It has no leaves at all, and its withered branches are covered with dark green rust, as if it has been weathered for thousands of years.

Beneath the tree roots, a strange light floated, its brightness flickering like a rhythmic breath.

The entire tree was encased in a huge, specially made glass case, with faint runes flowing across its surface, giving it a somewhat profound appearance.

However, in Kong Jiu's eyes, the glass cabinet had an ordinary feel to it.

What truly suppressed that conceptual aura was the eerie metal tree itself.

Besides the tree, there was a woman who had been leaning against the glass cabinet for a long time, seemingly waiting for someone.

She was a woman with a captivating figure, her long, golden, wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders, and she wore a well-tailored black suit that accentuated her stunning curves.

She looked at Kong Jiu, who had just entered, with a playful smile on her lips. She appeared gentle and unassuming, but in reality, she possessed a hidden sharpness.

[Strength 11, Agility 40, Intelligence 7, Special Agent.]

Kong Jiu glanced at it with the "Appraisal" tool.

"After getting off the elevator, your route was very clear; you came straight here."

The female secretary deliberately lowered her voice, which was sweet and soft.

"It seems there's a traitor within the hero training base who leaked the entire defense map?"

She strode forward, her high heels clicking, her alluring cat-like steps drawing ever closer to Kong Jiu.

"Don't even think about ambushing me, agent."

Kong Jiu glanced at her and spoke abruptly, extinguishing the ambiguous atmosphere.

These words froze the woman in her tracks, her steps halting abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing in her once bright eyes.

The two sides reached a stalemate.

"I only want that concept; I'll take it and leave, and I'll never cause any more trouble."

Kong Jiu raised his hand and pointed to the swaying halo of light under the tree, his tone as calm as if he were discussing today's weather.

That's right, the halo of light under the tree is where the target is.

This metal tree must be some kind of barrier, which not only prevents the leakage of spiritual energy, but also counteracts the effect of concepts on the mind.

However, just as Kong Jiu pointed at the tree, a sudden change occurred!

A rough and sharp silver needle shot out from the female agent's fingertips like lightning, piercing the air with a sharp whistling sound, and deeply embedded itself in Kong Jiu's neck.

"Aww!"

Kong Jiu growled in pain and instinctively reached out to pull out the silver needle.

In that instant, the female agent flashed forward and approached Kong Jiu with incredible speed.

In that instant, the female agent flashed, her speed leaving an afterimage in the air, and instantly closed in on Kong Jiu.

She slammed her palm hard on the end of the silver needle, and the needle, under the force, pierced straight through the flesh and became firmly embedded in Kong Jiu's neck bone!

A sharp pain shot through him, and Kong Jiu turned around abruptly. His previously calm eyes were now filled with a hint of coldness as he stared at the woman who had unleashed a deadly attack.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally activated the blood clotting technique. A faint light emanated from his fingertips, and he actually tore open the wound on his neck.

The silver needle was inserted too deeply, embedding itself in the spine. Without widening the wound, it would be impossible to remove it.

Blood gushed out, but Kong Jiu remained unfazed. He reached into the neck, grasped the base of the silver needle, and pulled it out forcefully!

With a "plop," the silver needle left the body, bringing with it a string of blood beads.

Kong Jiu waved his hand casually, and the overflowing blood seemed to be summoned by something, instantly flowing back into the wound and healing visibly.

He held the blood-stained hidden weapon tightly in his hand.

"Is this a silver needle or a silver nail?"

Kong Jiu glared at the female secretary, who looked puzzled and hurriedly backed away.

"I'm letting you go now that I've seen through your disguise, aren't you going to be ungrateful?"

Or would it be better to call her a female agent disguised as a secretary?

"It's both a nail and a needle—basically, something you bloodsucking bugs should be afraid of!"

The female agent ripped her skirt, which was hindering her movement, revealing her fair thighs. She looked at Kong Jiu's neck, where the deep, bone-revealing gash had healed completely, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Even Silver Nails can't suppress this self-healing? A bloodline of your level needs to personally intervene?"

Bloodline?

Kong Jiu looked at the female agent who had been given a chance but still launched an attack, and who called herself "bloodline," and felt a bit curious.

"Bloodline, why do you think I'm a bloodline?"

The female agent did not answer, but cautiously paced back, taking out a series of strange weapons from her bosom.

Crossbow?

"He sent his cultists and enhanced veteran soldiers to invade and wear them down during the day, only to reappear at dusk. They then used blood magic to wipe out more than ten people..."

As the female agent spoke, she drew back the crossbow string, nocked a silver bolt, and the arrowhead gleamed coldly under the light.

"He was fully capable of killing Danqiu, yet he tormented her repeatedly; after being injured, he possessed extremely high self-healing ability, even absorbing bloodstains to heal his wounds."

The silver crossbow was aimed steadily at Kong Jiu's heart.

"Brutal, murderous, manipulative of their prey, yet yearning to destroy the Iron Curtain..."

Her voice became low and solemn, as if she were conducting some kind of trial.

"Bloodline demon, I will take you to hell with me!"

The trigger was pulled, and the silver crossbow roared out with a determination to kill!

Kong Jiu was startled and hurriedly dodged to the side, but he was still a beat too slow.

With a crisp sound of ribs being shattered, a hole exploded in Kong Jiu's chest, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Why does everyone want to force themselves on me?"

Kong Jiu gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and forcefully pulled out the crossbow bolt that had pierced his chest.

The female agent on the other side didn't pause at all; her hands flew as she pulled back the crossbow string again.

"Who are you? Your combat skills are even higher than those enhanced soldiers?"

Kong Jiu was panting heavily. The information obtained from the [appraisal] indicated that this was just an ordinary person, but his skills and reaction speed far exceeded his expectations.

"You go to hell first, and if I'm unlucky enough to follow you down there decades later, then I'll tell you!"

The female agent gave a cold shout, and another crossbow bolt with a silver nail head was nocked and fired!

This time, Kong Jiu barely managed to react.

He swayed, and the crossbow bolt grazed his arm before embedding itself deeply into the metal pillar beside him.

Kong Jiu angrily removed the silver nail that had just pierced his chest, and with a forceful squeeze of his palm, he actually kneaded the hard metal into a ball of silver.

"Stop! I'm not of bloodline!"

He held the small silver ball high and shouted, "Do I look like I'm afraid of silver?"

The female agent remained silent, but her gaze grew increasingly sharp as she nocked another arrow.

Her movements were decisive and efficient, like a well-trained assassin; there was no trace of her previous alluring and sexy demeanor.

Only then did Kong Jiu realize that the white skin revealed beneath the torn skirt was not her thigh.

Instead, it was a pristine white nun's robe?

"The Quakers' witchers will fire three arrows whenever they nock them."

The female agent's voice was as cold as iron, and the crossbow was once again aimed at Kong Jiu.

"Go to hell, you demon!"