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Anemone spreads her arms wide, forming a starfish shape to cover Ibitas, as if determined to protect her offspring to the death.

Lin Lu initially wanted to complain about when the two of them had become so close, but upon reflection, it seemed that Anemone had always taken good care of Ibitas. When he was too busy to look after Ibitas, Anemone would sneak into the deep spiritual realm to keep this god, who feared loneliness, company.

“Yes, Ibitas did a good job.”

Lin Lu relaxed his tense shoulders, smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand forward, palm facing up.

Ibitas blinked, slowly loosened her grip on the anemone maid's skirt, and skipped over to Lin Lu. She looked up at Lin Lu, then rested her chin on his palm, her cheeks becoming rounder.

"I just hope you can think more before you act in the future. Sometimes we can have more choices." Lin Lu rubbed Ibitas's head. Her long hair was incredibly soft and cool to the touch. It would feel a little damp after being touched for a while, making it irresistible.

"Letting him die like this would be too easy on him."

Lin Lu said softly that through the power of extraction, he had sensed the essence of Bishezhe Origin Stone Technique.

By constantly strengthening their semi-real, semi-illusory physique by devouring flesh and corpses, the stronger the Shadow Guard becomes, the more lives Anlongdor has taken.

Because Pisacha only eats fresh meat.

"it is good."

Ibitas squinted and responded in a low voice.

Lin Lu gently rubbed the girl's head when he suddenly noticed a gaze.

He turned his head and saw that Anemone was biting her handkerchief and staring straight at him.

—I have custody of this child!

Lin Lu saw this meaning in her eyes.

Anemone, oh anemone, how old are you? Why are you still so childish!

It's just raising children, what's the big deal?

Lin Lu shook his head helplessly.

He put one arm around Ibitas's back and ran his hand through her hair, giving Anemone a provocative smile.

—Then come and try to steal it!

After a few seconds of this standoff between the two childish brats, Ibitas, sensing something was amiss, raised her head.

She turned and beckoned to the anemone. After the anemone floated over, puffing out its cheeks, Ibitas slowly closed her eyes. Her long silver hair floated and swayed, moving nimbly as if it were alive, wrapping around Lin Lu and the anemone's arms, pulling them together.

"No, we can't argue."

Ibitas said with effort.

"I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you." The old father, Lin Lu, affectionately snuggled up to Ibitas, hugging the ancient god and giving her a good rub.

"...Hmph, he's just a PhD, don't get too cocky."

Anemone was a little jealous; she also wanted to be touched and feel good by Lin Lu like that.

Unfortunately, apart from the deep spiritual realm, she could not access any tangible things.

"Then let's get down to business."

Lin Lu sent Ibitas back to the Deep Spirit Realm. Ibitas was sleeping in the Spirit Realm when she was disturbed by Anlongdor's Originium Arts. The girl was quite grumpy when she woke up, and immediately went straight to the keyboard warrior Anlongdor through the internet and threw dice at him.

—You witnessed the lineup of the ancient gods, and your willpower assessment failed. Unfortunately, sc1D100, please.

"Signal jamming in the area has been successful; system intrusion complete. Doctor, I will provide you with tactical support throughout the process."

An anemone floated beside Lin Lu, its eyes flashing with silver light as it synchronized the acquired information into Lin Lu's visualized spiritual realm. The entire structural diagram of the Silverwing Security Contractor Building was presented to him in three dimensions, with blue road signs winding forward, charting the most suitable route.

Lin Lu nodded, then stepped on Anlongdor's hand, breaking it off.

He picked up the ring-shaped Originium Arts trigger device. The perfectly polished Originium had sharp edges and exuded a sinister black aura.

Lin Lu frowned. He twirled the ring, penetrating it with his spiritual power, and discovered a considerable number of Shadow Guards inside. However, Anlongdor's Originium Arts were too weak; summoning even two at once was exhausting. For wealthy young men like them, born into privilege, resisting the allure of a life of luxury was difficult. Expecting Anlongdor to patiently spend four or five hours a day cultivating his spiritual power? He might as well be dead.

Although he is now truly dead.

Lin Lu narrowed his eyes, his cobalt blue pupils flashing with a cold light.

With so many shadow guards, how much flesh and blood do they devour every day?

Just how many people died tragically at Anlongdor's hands, sent to the devil's mouth?

Lin Lu silently gripped the ring, activating the extraction power to purify all the wronged souls residing within it.

Compared to extracting Mephistopheles's seed of evil, Bishecha did not bring Lin Lu an almost overwhelming burden, but he still felt a tightness in his chest, a feeling that he could not swallow, which made him involuntarily clench his fists.

Once the extraction was complete, all the Bisher Shadowguards were erased from this ring-shaped Originium Arts trigger device.

Lin Lu put the ring into his pocket. In truth, he could easily command these shadow guards to infiltrate the Silverwing Security Contractor. He could simply enter through the main entrance and let the shadow guards slaughter the entire building. These shadow puppets, fearless of swords and magic, would be his best weapons, giving them a taste of their own medicine.

But he didn't want to use it, nor did he deign to use it.

"..."

The anemone floating beside Lin Lu quietly retreated, exhaling black gas with a bitter expression, expelling the negative spiritual matter from her body. She puffed out her cheeks, glanced at Lin Lu's back, and thought that this person always acted tough, and one day he would suffer the consequences.

But as she looked at it, a smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

This is Lin Lu's weakness, but also Yin Lianhua's strength that she always worries about.

"The objective this time is to break into the Silverwing Company's offices on the top sixteenth floor and obtain paper documents and information about the main terminals."

Lin Lu was outlining the operation plan. He had already reverse-engineered the enemy's equipment while he was in the truck outside the Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals building, so as to wipe out all the assassins in one fell swoop.

The collars worn by the assassins, besides allowing them to leave designated areas, can also be forcibly activated by inputting commands to inject a concentrated Originium poison into their carotid arteries. This is why Lin Lu waited until the Silver Lotus had completely invaded the system before appearing; there was only one target, but there were always more options.

Lin Lu raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and gently tapped the heavy head, producing a series of muffled sounds.

The three-dimensional structural diagram provided by the anemone is quite detailed. With a thought from Lin Lu, it can display information about a designated area, marking all the defensive facilities and hidden cameras set up there. No equipment can escape the inspection of the spiritual realm.

As a private armed security contractor, Silverwing operates in a gray area, mingling with both legitimate and criminal activities, and engaging in shady business. The more sophisticated their infrastructure, the more it suggests they have something to hide and are afraid of being targeted.

Lin Lu felt a chill run down his spine. Perhaps the flesh and blood that Anlongdor fed to Bishezhe was related to the Silverwing Company.

"Don't even mention the elevators, even the fire escape stairs are equipped with trigger-activated landmines, are you kidding me?" Lin Lu lightly tapped the air with his finger, carefully reviewing the information provided by the visualized spiritual domain. "If it weren't for wanting to slap Wei Yanwu in the face, I would have set you all on fire, then stood guard on the first floor with two watermelon knives. I would have chopped you down one by one. In twenty minutes, you would either be suffocated by the smoke or be chopped to death by me... Hmm?"

Lin Lu looked up at the top of the Silver Wing Building. From a height of tens of meters, he sensed a gaze.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Wenger looked down at the parking lot, where shocking bloodstains covered the ground.

The sun's rays shone through the glass curtain wall of the building, and the two people gazed at each other from afar.

Lin Lu raised his thumb and slowly drew a line across his neck.

Wenger frowned and walked away from the floor-to-ceiling window.

Soon, even through a wall, Lin Lu could see the privately armed mercenaries rushing over from the front desk.

Within the coverage area of ​​the data-driven spiritual domain, any obstacle is ineffective.

That makes sense, even setting aside whether the noise the shadow guard made when smashing the luxury car would attract attention, anyone with a brain would be watching their own doorway.

"Then, let the mission begin."

Lin Lu smiled faintly, his figure hidden in the shadows.

Fully armed mercenaries quickly arrived at the door, their eyes instinctively drawn to the parking lot, the last known location of the suspicious target. Even though they received orders to act immediately, they couldn't catch up; only a corpse lay on the ground in the parking lot.

"Ran away?"

One of the mercenaries asked in confusion, but did not let his guard down.

For those who live on the edge, if they harbor any侥幸心理 (a sense of侥幸, or a belief that they can get away with something), then their death is not far off.

Since the other party dared to openly slaughter customers at the entrance of Silverwing Company, it not only slapped Wenger hard in the face and destroyed Silverwing's "security contractor" signboard, but also proved that they were fearless.

"Come with me."

The lead mercenary gave the remaining four a look, maintaining a 2-1-2 formation. The two in the back row raised their reinforced crossbows, now loaded with bolts, and warily scanned their surroundings. The mercenary in the middle held a spiked spear made of Originium, which could be used as an Originium Arts trigger device or simply for its most basic function.

The two men standing at the front carried standard-issue weapons from the Silverwing Corporation. One of them stared at the wrecked luxury car, a greedy thought creeping into his mind. The damaged exterior wasn't the problem; if the internal parts were intact, especially the Originium engine, it could at least fetch 200,000 Lungmen dollars.

The mercenary squad leader was intently examining the bloodstains on the ground and the corpse in front of him, which was in a bizarre position.

In the mercenary world, it's commonplace for enemies to disguise themselves as corpses. The first order issued by the legendary BIG BOSS, who was once famous in the industry, was that when sweeping the battlefield, you must finish off the enemy to ensure that no corpse will speak again.

This seemingly comical and cowardly order actually greatly increased the mercenaries' survival rate.

This also made the enemy give up the idea of ​​feigning death, and they either fought to the end or surrendered.

Mercenaries afterward followed suit, including those from Silverwing Contractors.

The mercenary captain frowned, pressing the blade of his longsword against the corpse's back, mentally preparing himself for an attack at any moment.

Unable to determine whether the other party had switched the body with a fake, he carefully lifted the back of his knife, flipped himself over, and knelt, bowing his head to receive the corpse with its arms outstretched. The corpse was almost entirely devoid of intact skin; its swollen, edematous face was covered in bloody finger marks, and white fat and oxidized dark red muscle came into view.

Even the mercenaries who fought bloody battles on the battlefield couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Could this be a trap?

Just as the mercenary leader was feeling puzzled, he felt a slight touch from the tip of the knife against the corpse. Startled, he instinctively gripped the long knife and plunged it into the corpse's left chest, shattering the already stopped heart.

The intense tension in his nerves sent shivers down his spine, and the veins on the mercenary leader's fingers bulged as he gripped the hilt of his knife. His swift attacks caught even the surrounding mercenaries off guard.

Except for one person.

A flash of bright white light illuminated the bloodstains on the mercenary leader's face.

The mercenaries were all wearing high-quality goggles, so this level of white light was nothing to them.

All mercenaries assumed combat stance, raised their weapons, and faced the direction from which the flashes of light were coming from.

A strange figure appeared before them without their noticing. This person was clad in a heavy black hooded coat, and held a mobile terminal in his fair, jade-like hands. The white light they had just witnessed emanated from this terminal; its 128-degree ultra-wide-angle lens captured the entire mercenary squad, including the swift and deadly assassination of their leader, Alexander Anlondor, the second son of the Eagle Pulse Group, all in a single, continuous shot.

"Shocking! Silverwing Security, a well-known company in Lungmen, has murdered its employer after refusing to pay its contractual fees due to the contract's expiration!"

"Secrets unknown to the people of Longmen: A series of bloody cases at the intersection of Longmen's outer ring road. You'll regret it if you don't read it."

"Dragon Gate under a storm? The second young master of Eagle Pulse Group is dead without a complete body? The murderer is actually him!"

Lin Lu waved the mobile terminal in his hand; the crime scene was captured clearly.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Chapter 257 Defense Descends (4K)

been played!

The mercenary leader instantly realized he'd been used as a pawn! His adversaries had manipulated the corpse to lure him into a reaction, filming it to frame Silverwing Company for murdering the second young master of Eagle Pulse Group—Damn it, where did this honey trap come from?! Even the ladies in Dragon Gate's red-light district aren't as cunning as you!

We absolutely cannot let this person live! We must at least take the camera away!

"Fire!!"

The mercenary leader made a decisive decision.

This is Silverwing Security Contractor; even if the Guard Bureau cops came, they couldn't do anything about it!

"bring it on."

Lin Lu smiled gently.

He tossed the mobile terminal into the air, and taking advantage of the moment when the mercenary leader's attention was diverted, he stepped forward instead of retreating.

Lin Lu carried no weapons, while the two mercenaries at the front row gripped gleaming longswords and iron swords. His action seemed reckless, but he successfully avoided ambushes from the two mercenaries behind him and went directly to the mercenary leader, using him as a human shield.

A seemingly slender arm swung a fist. Under normal circumstances, these mercenaries, whose biceps were larger than Lin Lu's head, wouldn't have paid any attention. But the opponent was an absolute killer, and even though those hands didn't look like they could lift heavy objects, they couldn't be underestimated!

The dead bodies on the ground are the best example.

Between a strong, muscular man who has never committed violence and a thin, hunched man with blood-stained hands, the latter is undoubtedly the one who inspires true fear.

Lin Lu's fist struck the mercenary leader, who had just raised his long sword to parry the blow. The sword emitted a dull groan and even cracked! The mercenary leader felt as if he had been hit by a car. The tiger's mouth of his hands, which were gripping the sword hilt, was cracked, and the pain shot straight to the top of his head.

"The response has been good."

Lin Lu smiled and said that such a clever and good child should naturally be rewarded.

Full set of close-quarters combat (CQC).

Please accept this small token of my concern.

Lin Lu changed his fist into a palm, and his slender, boneless fingers struck the blade again, shattering it. His palm then landed on the mercenary leader's chest.

"Pfft-"

The mercenary leader felt his heart stop beating, his lungs and heart contract rapidly, pounding violently, as if his blood vessels were about to burst. With just this one blow, he had already lost most of his fighting ability, and his mind went blank.