I'm the administrator of the National Fortune Arena at the start of the game; I'll hand it

At the top of the signal tower, Zhao Zihan, who was lying on the cold steel, suddenly shuddered.

She looked at the location Su Yuan had indicated through a high-powered scope.

"Two kilometers?!" she exclaimed in shock. "Advisor Su, the wind speed is too high, and there's a wall blocking the way. This distance..."

To accurately hit a fast-moving target the size of a palm from such a distance is not sniping, it's a myth!

"I'll correct your trajectory!" Su Yuan's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it was filled with an irresistible sense of conviction.

He had no time to explain; the terrifying computing power of the administrator system was on full display at that moment!

Wind speed, humidity, air pressure, Coriolis effect...

Countless environmental factors affecting the trajectory are calculated in an instant.

A perfect parabola composed of golden data streams instantly appeared in Zhao Zihan's tactical visor, and the endpoint of that line pointed precisely to the hand of "Death" about to press the button!

"Believe in me, and believe in yourself!" Su Yuan's voice was like a stabilizing force.

Zhao Zihan took a deep breath.

Her chest heaved violently, and at that moment, she forcibly banished all distracting thoughts from her mind.

All she could see in the scope was the golden trajectory of the bullet, a symbol of hope and victory.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a faint blue light swirled deep within her pupils.

【Blessing of the Wind】!

She felt as if she had become one with the wind.

She could feel the flow of the wind, its breath, and its will.

She slowly drew back the Windrunner's Composite Bow, the bowstring being pulled into a perfect full moon.

An arrow, made entirely of a special alloy, with its arrowhead gleaming coldly, is nocked on the bowstring.

"put!"

Su Yuan's command rang out in his earpiece.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Zihan loosened her grip.

"Buzz—"

A slight vibration of the bowstring.

The alloy arrow instantly transformed into a black streak of light, almost invisible to the naked eye, and vanished into the night.

It swept across a distance of two kilometers with a sharp, piercing whistle.

It passed through the broken window of the cold storage.

In the complex indoor environment, it skillfully avoids all obstacles along that golden path.

……

Inside the cold storage.

Death's finger was less than a centimeter away from the red button.

A victorious, maniacal smile had spread across his contorted face.

He could almost hear the earth-shattering explosion and see the scene of these elites of the Dragon Kingdom turning to ashes along with him.

however……

"Pfft!"

A soft sound.

The explosion he had anticipated did not occur.

Instead, a piercing, excruciating pain!

He looked down in astonishment and saw that his right wrist had been pierced through the root by a black arrow!

The arrow, still powerful, pinned his entire hand firmly to the wall behind him!

Fresh blood gushed out.

His finger remained forever 0.5 centimeters from the button.

Death stared blankly at his hand, which was nailed to the wall, then looked up blankly at the deep darkness outside the window.

His mind was blank.

He couldn't understand it.

I can't believe it either.

How... did you do that?

That brief, deathly silence was shattered by Wang Yi's furious roar.

"Well done, Zihan!"

His voice was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and heartfelt praise.

That arrow was simply a stroke of genius!

With the last threat eliminated, Wang Yi and Chen Hu had no more scruples.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The last few automatic turrets were torn to pieces under the two men's ferocious attack.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The Grim Reaper looked at his crippled right hand and let out a wild, desperate roar.

With his remaining left hand, he drew another dagger from his waist and charged at Wang Yi like a mad dog driven to the brink of despair.

"I'll take your life!"

He had completely lost his mind, and all that remained in his heart was the most primal desire to kill.

However, an assassin who has lost his speed and stealth abilities will only meet one fate in the face of a fully armed berserker.

Wang Yi didn't even bother to move.

He simply stared coldly at the approaching Grim Reaper and raised his hand.

"Sizzle—"

A torrent of lightning as thick as a bucket erupted from his palm, instantly engulfing Death.

The power of shadow was utterly purified and evaporated before the pure, supremely yang, and supremely powerful thunder.

Death let out a piercing scream, convulsed violently amidst the lightning, and emitted acrid black smoke from its body.

Just as Wang Yi was dealing with the Grim Reaper, Wu Qiong's figure appeared like a ghost in the freezer on the third basement floor.

Instead of forcibly breaking down the door, he took out his all-purpose lock-picking tools.

With his incredibly nimble fingers, even military-grade electronic combination locks were rendered useless.

In less than thirty seconds, the heavy alloy door was opened silently.

"Academician Zhang, are you alright?"

Wu Qiong rushed in and immediately saw Academician Zhang Qiming, who was tied to a chair but was in relatively good spirits.

Although Academician Zhang's face was somewhat pale, his eyes were unusually calm. When he saw Wu Qiong rushing in, he even adjusted his slightly crooked glasses.

"I'm fine, young comrade." The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but full of energy. "It's just that these Americans are so uncivilized, they have no manners at all."

He glanced around and asked anxiously, "Oh right, where's my briefcase? My data hard drive is still in there!"

He was clearly more concerned about his research findings than his own safety.

A deep sense of respect welled up in Wu Qiong's heart.

This is the backbone of the Dragon Kingdom!

"Don't worry, Academician, we will definitely find it!"

Soon, another team member rushed in and found the silver-white briefcase in the corner.

"Here you are, Academician!"

When Academician Zhang saw the box, his eyes lit up instantly. He rushed over and hugged the box tightly in his arms, as if he were holding a lost treasure that had been found again.

"Good, good, good!" he exclaimed three times. "As long as it's still here, even if I lose my old life here today, it'll be worth it!"

The team members were all deeply moved.

……

the other side.

Wang Yi has finished his electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) against death.

The once invincible, top ace of the Beacon Country who left the entire Dragons team helpless, now lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, his body charred black, barely breathing, with only his last breath remaining.

Wang Yi slowly walked up to him, squatted down, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Do you have any last words?"

Death struggled to raise its head, its eyes, now filled with nothing but resentment, staring intently at Wang Yi.

He opened his mouth, and black blood foam kept gushing from the corners of his mouth.

"You...you guys...can't win..."

"The lighthouse...will...never...fall...down..."

His voice, broken and intermittent, was filled with a curse that would never end.

"Yeah?"

Wang Yi's tone was completely calm and composed.

He reached out, grabbed Death by the neck, and lifted him off the ground as if he were a dead dog.

Death's feet thrashed helplessly in the air.

Wang Yi brought him in front of him, his cold gaze fixed on his eyes, which were filled with fear and resentment.

"Then go to hell and watch closely."

Wang Yi's voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss.

"Tell me, is the real world a place where you can run wild?"

The moment his words fell, blinding lightning gathered once more in his palm, about to deliver the final judgment.