Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

A dark alley outside the police headquarters building.

The autumn wind carried the sour stench rising from the ditch, and blew a few pieces of waste newspaper onto the brick wall covered with small penises.

A mouse crouched behind the trash can, its fingers rapidly fiddling with a square, black box.

The box still had some sharp metal burrs on its edges. This was a high-powered signal jammer that he had bought from the black market for over ten thousand dollars.

"Brother Wolf, this...this frequency is wrong."

The mouse sniffed out the frozen snot from its nose and shrank its neck.

"Why is this machine so hot to the touch? Did I buy a fake?"

Black Wolf crouched nearby. He slapped the rat's tactical helmet, making him stumble.

"Stop talking nonsense! Just start driving! If you delay the boss, I'll gouge out your red eyes and crush them first."

The mouse dared not murmur anymore. It pressed its thumb firmly on the red start button.

"Buzz—"

A faint but highly penetrating high-frequency vibration spread out with the cold air.

Four spherical surveillance cameras are mounted on the exterior wall of the headquarters building.

The red indicator light, which was originally lit, flickered twice like a candle dying in the wind.

Then it went out abruptly. The camera drooped limply.

At the same time, the screen in the special investigation team's monitoring room instantly turned into a gray area mixed with static and noise.

Black Wolf rose from the shadows and dusted himself off his knees.

"Alright. Open your eyes wide and follow me inside."

He pulled down the mask. The night vision goggles activated, emitting a faint electrical hum.

A dozen mercenaries, carrying smuggled alien energy guns, slipped through the ventilation grilles of the logistics corridor and like eels into the third basement level of the city police station.

The passageway was stuffy and poorly ventilated. The lingering smell of dust from years of exposure made one's throat dry.

They made their way to the front of the power distribution well.

A red sign reading "High Voltage Danger" hangs on the heavy iron door.

Black Wolf pressed the butt of his gun against the lock. With a forceful pull at his waist, he smashed the lock open with a loud crash.

The metal door swayed open.

"Turn off the power." Black Wolf turned his head and raised his chin.

The mouse carried the microphone on its back. Wearing thick, insulated rubber gloves, it walked to the waist-high black main switch.

He took a deep breath. He gripped the bakelite brake handle with both hands and pulled it down with all his might.

"Click".

A crisp, clean metallic click.

The entire underground corridor, spanning three levels, was illuminated by a long row of stark white fluorescent lights overhead, which flickered briefly.

Then it plunged into complete darkness.

Even the ventilation fans in the ventilation ducts stopped working after their last two rotations.

The deathly silence was like a heavy lead plate, suffocating people.

in the dark.

A dozen or so alien night vision goggles glowed with an eerie green light, like a pack of wild dogs running rampant in a graveyard.

Black Wolf looked at the straight, wide passageway through the screen of his mask.

The green grid view is clean and tidy.

There are no crisscrossing infrared laser defenses. There are no automatic defensive machine guns hidden in the ceiling compartments.

We didn't even see a security guard patrolling with a flashlight.

"Pooh."

Black Wolf spat a mouthful of phlegm-like saliva onto the smooth tiles.

"I thought this Special Investigations Unit was some kind of den of dragons and tigers. This is just a public toilet with no doors or windows!"

He carried the heavy high-frequency cutting gun, swaggering with his steps.

The leather boots clicked and smacked on the tiled floor, making no attempt to conceal their presence.

"The boss is getting more and more outdated. He insists on making heavy armor."

Black Wolf sneered as he walked.

"I think that guy surnamed Lu is just a coward without that weird system."

The mouse followed behind. The submachine gun in his hand was unsteady, the muzzle wobbling back and forth.

"Brother Wolf, we...we should be careful. This is the cops' stronghold, after all. What if there's an ambush?"

His teeth were chattering, and his voice was weak.

The black wolf slapped the rat again, this time hard on the back of its head.

"What a coward! Lu Jingyan is just a mortal body that bleeds when cut."

Black Wolf pointed to the heavy security door at the end of the corridor.

"Humanity's defenses are like rotten newspapers pasted on windows—they're easily breached by our advanced technology."

The group stopped in front of the vault door of the Evidence Department.

This gate is over three meters tall. It is entirely constructed of high-manganese steel and composite bulletproof materials.

The storefront was bare. There was only a complicated electronic keypad and an old-fashioned mechanical rotary lock.

Under the green light of the night vision goggles, the door exuded a cold, heavy feel.

"Get the guy." Black Wolf took a half step back to the side.

The mouse quickly took off the black backpack from its back, threw it on the ground, and unzipped it.

He pulled out a smuggled high-frequency laser cutting machine.

This thing looks like a large high-pressure water gun.

A thick, black energy wire was attached to the gun barrel, with the other end connected to a dark matter battery on the rat's back. A blue crystal was embedded in the tip of the barrel.

"Brother Wolf, is this going to work? This is the city bureau's top-level vault; they say even armor-piercing bullets can't penetrate it."

The mouse swallowed hard. Its gloved finger hovered over the trigger, hesitant to press it.

"Stop talking nonsense. This is a plasma cutter salvaged from the Sirius engineering ship."

The black wolf kicked the mouse impatiently, causing him to stumble forward.

"Don't even mention a piece of scrap steel. Even the outer shell of a neutron star, I could drill a hole in it today. Hurry up and cut it!"

The mouse gritted its teeth, closed its eyes, and pressed the switch.

"Sizzle—"

A piercing, high-frequency electrical hum instantly exploded in the enclosed corridor, causing a sharp pain in the eardrums.

A pure white jet of plasma flame shot out from the muzzle.

The flames were only as thick as toothpicks, yet they carried terrifyingly high temperatures.

The instant white light hits the high-manganese steel door panel.

A large burst of dazzling orange-red sparks exploded with a "bang," scattering in all directions like fireworks lit on New Year's Eve.

A few drops of molten iron slag landed on the rat's tactical vest.

Several small black holes were instantly burned out, making him wince in pain.

But he didn't dare let go. He gripped the gun handle tightly, pressing the white light against the edge of the heavy door crack.

The surrounding temperature soared.

The once chilly underground corridor was now as hot as a furnace.

The pungent ozone smell from melting steel plates, mixed with the acrid odor of burnt metal, seeped into the lungs through the respiratory tract.

The choking caused the mercenaries behind him to cough repeatedly.

"Cough, cough... This smell is really intoxicating."

Black Wolf wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

He stared at the ever-growing, melting cut.

Molten orange-red iron dripped down the door panel and onto the floor tiles. The hot iron caused the tiles to crackle and pop, creating several black craters.

"Almost there!" the mouse shouted.

The cutting gun in my hand began to move down the hinge of the door. The molten crack widened and widened.

"Brother Wolf, after we pull off this job, can we buy a private space station in Andromeda?"

As the mouse chopped, it daydreamed about getting rich. A greedy red glint gleamed in the machine's eyes.

"Promising."

Black Wolf leaned against the wall. He pulled a flattened cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

He didn't take a lighter. He simply held it to the flying metal sparks, took two puffs, and lit it.

He exhaled a puff of smoke mixed with the smell of ozone. The smoke appeared as a hazy white haze in the night vision goggles.

"Three billion. Let's buy a habitable planet and become the local tyrants. We'll buy a hundred alien girls to massage our shoulders and legs every day."

He glanced at the iron gate that was about to collapse. A smirk appeared on his face.

"As for that Commander Lu, if he dares to show his face tonight, I'll use this energy gun to burn his guts to ashes."

The surrounding mercenaries let out a suppressed chuckle upon hearing this.

In their view, this police building, lacking automatic defenses and whose surveillance systems could be easily disabled, was practically opening its arms to them.

What special investigation team? What living Yama? They're all just paper tigers made of clay to scare people.

"Crack—Bang!"

A dull, loud cracking sound.

The three thick alloy latches on the vault door, once as thick as an arm, finally lost their gripping force under the continuous intense heat of the plasma.

The internal mechanical structure completely melted and deformed, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

The mouse turned off the cutting gun.

The blue crystal at the muzzle was glowing red-hot, radiating a terrifying heat. He shook his aching arm and stepped aside.

The ear-piercing cutting sound in the corridor stopped.

All that remained was the sizzling sound of molten iron dripping onto the ground.

Black Wolf threw away the cigarette butt in his hand. He stomped on it with his heavy military boots and crushed it twice.

He strode forward and slung his submachine gun behind his back.

Two thick, strong arms pressed against the scorching hot metal door. Even through the thick tactical gloves, one could feel the burning heat.

He planted his legs in a horse stance, and his back muscles suddenly exerted force.

With a sickening metallic screech, the heavy vault door was finally pushed open a crack. The mercenary leader swallowed excitedly: "The core is ours! Go in!"