Chapter 1 Swaying, Trembling

Unlike previous teleportation experiences, Li Ang suspiciously opened his eyes.

His vision shifted from black to white, gradually becoming clear. The first thing he saw was the dilapidated floor-to-ceiling window and the torn metal railing of the balcony.

The entire residential area had fallen into a strange silence. He couldn't hear residents running and walking their dogs, the sound of vehicles, or the clatter of pots and pans during cooking.

Across the balcony, he could see a group of people in black suits walking in the stairwells on both sides of the opposite residential building. They were carrying strangely shaped metal instruments and entering each household.

Above the floors, a special fluctuation that could be detected by divine sense permeated the air, covering the entire residential area.

"..."

Li Ang's feet crunched on the shards of glass from the floor-to-ceiling window.

A surge of spiritual energy, carrying complex information, flowed along the floor and into his brain.

"Huff..."

A sigh sounded in the living room.

The tattered dragon head mask and dilapidated white coat he was wearing automatically retracted into his Na ring and disappeared.

Creak—

The door to the master bedroom was pushed open from the inside, and an agent completely enveloped in a heavy, black protective suit walked out of the room, holding a register for recording items.

He saw the figure standing in the living room, his hand trembling slightly.

Without hesitation, he dropped the register.

He drew the near-future style assault rifle from his waist and aimed it at the figure in front of him.

"Stop,"

The agent shouted, "Don't move!"

His voice echoed in the room, and the other agents also emerged from the master bedroom, the second bedroom, and the study, raising their guns and aiming at Li Ang.

"Three buildings, twentieth floor, anomaly,"

The first agent tilted his head slightly and said softly into the communication device, "A team requesting backup..."

Creak.

His feet scraped on the broken glass on the floor. The man in the living room calmly turned around and met the agents' gazes.

An unfamiliar, haggard middle-aged man's face.

The agents subconsciously felt confused.

They had seen Li Ang's profile before the operation and had not seen any photos or portraits of a man matching that description in the files.

"Special Affairs Bureau?"

The haggard middle-aged man spoke, his voice fluctuating like the Doppler effect.

His face, as if made of mud, melted and collapsed, eventually solidifying into Li Ang's face.

"..."

A chill suddenly ran through the agent's heart. His left hand moved downwards, grabbing the bismuth metal rod hanging at his waist.

Clang!!!

An immense force struck.

The agent felt his hand suddenly tremble violently. The bismuth metal rod in his hand was directly knocked away, smashing into the wall and shattering into countless pieces.

In the center of the fragments, a slender, sturdy steel nail was firmly hammered into the wall.

Li Ang, who had casually thrown the almost invisible steel nail, maintained his raised hand posture and calmly repeated his previous question, "Special Affairs Bureau?"

An intense sense of foreboding filled the agent's heart. The one standing before him seemed not to be an ordinary, unremarkable youth, but a dark abyss that swallowed light and temperature.

He resisted the instinctive urge to retreat and firmly pulled the trigger.

There was no flash of light, and no gunshot.

The Gauss assault rifle, developed by the Special Affairs Bureau's equipment department, silently fired a smooth, flawless olive-shaped metal bullet.

Driven by a powerful electromagnetic force, the bullet smoothly exited the barrel.

It was covered with obscure and profound symbols of the Different Society, capable of breaking through barriers, sealing spiritual power, and disarming.

Even the most vicious demons in the Qiumo Ku (Demon Imprisonment Cave), would lose their fighting ability after being hit.

But only if it hit.

Bang!

A section of the wall outside Building Five suddenly exploded.

Only after the bricks and stones flew did the sound of the bullet piercing the air, a "whoosh," belatedly echo in the living room.

It missed.

Li Ang's body instantly disappeared from the spot.

The agent only felt a gust of wind rush towards his face. The last scene he saw was Li Ang's cold face closing in.

Boom!

A punch landed, slamming into the front armor of the heavy protective suit.

The agent's massive and heavy body flew directly up, crashing through the entire wall, falling into the bedroom along with rubble and broken steel bars.

Dust billowed and smoke filled the air.

The tattered Bazhe Henglan Shuo (Overlord's Horizontal Lance) burst out of the smoke, the shaft bending into a curve under the force of the mighty swing, heavily striking the chests of the other three agents who were trying to shoot, smashing them into the wall.

The surging, violent spiritual energy wantonly erupted, penetrating the mental defense devices worn by the remaining agents, directly piercing into the depths of their minds.

[Inflict Pain]

[Paralysis Suggestion]

[Breathing Crisis]

The survivors who were still standing instantly stiffened, unable to muster any strength. They watched helplessly as themselves and their companions collapsed to the ground.

Step.

Li Ang stepped over the rubble of the bedroom, single-handedly lifting the agent's collar, easily raising his heavy body, which was barely breathing, in front of him, facing the communication device.

"..."

Silence reigned in the communication channel. Li Ang breathed steadily, silent for a moment.

He casually dropped the agent, whose bones were broken in countless places, and turned to look at the balcony.

The brief change of events was enough for the Special Affairs Bureau's elite task force to react.

The armored vehicles parked downstairs rapidly transformed, the tops automatically opening to the sides, raising a massive automatic cannon.

In the five residential buildings in front, those black suits responsible for memory wiping also dropped the instruments in their hands.

Clatter clatter.

From the study behind him came the sound of the Zerg transforming. The Zerg, disguised as a bookshelf, ended its hibernation and transformed into a ferocious and terrifying beast shape, quietly crouching on the ground, welcoming the return of its master.

"Stand by."

Without turning his head, Li Ang calmly brushed the dust off his body, stepped out of the balcony, and stood suspended in the air.

Below, the menacing gun barrels of the armored vehicles were raised in a forest of steel.

In the surrounding buildings, a large number of black suits smashed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the houses and gripped long guns and short cannons on each balcony, aiming at the youth in mid-air, like eagles circling their prey.

"Li Ang, is it?"

A loud broadcast sounded from the armored vehicle, "We are the Mobile Task Force, here to help..."

Li Ang fell rapidly like a shooting star, punching the top of the armored vehicle, which was composed of heavy ceramic composite armor.

Boom!!

The alloy steel on the roof shattered like a chocolate bar, accompanied by the ear-splitting noise of metal twisting.

Li Ang's figure flashed again, instantly moving to the top of another armored vehicle.

With both hands, he gripped the left and right sides of the parallel machine gun barrels.

Tear—

The gun barrels were torn apart, revealing the dense electronic components below.

The broadcast also stopped abruptly.