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South of the city, Tianhua Biopharmaceutical Factory.

Night fell over the abandoned factory area.

Hundreds of Dragon Shield agents, dressed in black combat uniforms, were quietly lurking in various locations.

The infrared sights on their weapons projected red dots that locked onto the factory windows.

Inside the temporary command vehicle, Qin Yue stared at the real-time thermal imaging footage transmitted back by the drone.

The image shows more than a dozen red human-shaped silhouettes pinned to various parts of the main building.

"Report the situation from all units." Qin Yue's voice was transmitted through an encrypted channel to the earpieces of each special agent.

"Group A, in position."

"Team B, in position."

"Sniper in position, all visible targets locked."

Qin Yue took a deep breath to suppress her unease.

She knew that bastard was setting a test for her, and this was the final exam.

"Target: Tianhua Biopharmaceutical Plant."

"Operation code: Verify the documents."

She pressed the call button on the communicator, her voice icy.

"storm."

……

In a dilapidated office on the third floor of the pharmaceutical factory.

A mercenary with a scar on his face was irritably wiping his assault rifle.

"Boss, those cops outside have us surrounded like an iron barrel; not even a fly can get out."

The man referred to as the leader was leaning against the corner of the wall, an unlit cigar dangling from his mouth.

"What's there to be afraid of?" He spat out the tobacco dust from his mouth. "Our mission is to hold them off here."

"Hold them back? With just a dozen or so of us, and those few underdeveloped 'hounds'?" Scarface sneered. "The bishop is sending us to our deaths."

"Get paid to do your job, less talk." The boss's eyes were calm. "If we can stall for an hour, the doctor can safely evacuate with the 'goods'."

"Your family will receive a pension that will be enough to support them for the rest of their lives."

Scarface fell silent, and his hands stopped moving.

He glanced out the window at the dense clusters of red dots, which looked like death warrants.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the main building's door was shattered by high explosives.

"They're here!" The leader jumped to his feet, cocked his rifle, and shouted, "Ready to receive the guests!"

……

Meanwhile, in the north of the city, in the abandoned No. 7 air-raid shelter.

Several black vans without any license plates were parked silently in the shadows at the entrance.

The car door slid open, and a group of men wearing black trench coats and hoods filed out.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and they landed silently, like a group of shadows crawling out of hell.

The leader whispered into his headset.

"The 'cleaning team' has arrived at target point number one."

A woman's languid voice came through the headset, tinged with a slight static.

"Proceed according to plan. Leave no survivors inside."

"clear."

The leading man waved his hand, and the shadows behind him instantly dispersed, infiltrating the depths of the air-raid shelter from unexpected angles.

……

In the west of the city, there is the "Venus" high-end private plastic surgery hospital.

The VIP ward corridor was deathly silent at midnight.

A man in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses was pushing a cart full of medical waste toward the staff elevator.

He is the "doctor".

His expression was somewhat excited, yet tinged with a barely perceptible tension.

"That idiot bishop actually lured the main force of D.H.I.E.L.D. to the pharmaceutical factory." He muttered to himself, "Once I take 'Zero's' core data and the final results of 'divine transplantation' to 'Eden,' this organization will be under my command."

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the underground parking lot.

The elevator doors slowly closed, isolating the outside world from everything.

Ding.

The elevator arrived at the third basement level.

As soon as the door opened, he saw two "patients" dressed in hospital gowns and sitting in wheelchairs blocking the elevator entrance.

"Make way." The doctor frowned impatiently.

The two "patients" slowly raised their heads.

Their faces showed no signs of illness, and their gazes were sharp.

One of them grinned at the doctor.

"Doctor, our boss has made an appointment for you."

"Expert number".

Another person added.

"I'll perform the surgery on you tonight."

The doctor's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively reached for the alarm on his waist.

But it was too late.

Two hands, like iron clamps, gripped his wrists.

……

Genting Villa No. 1.

The room where the gaming pod was located was dimly lit.

Li Haotian didn't lie down, but leaned back on the sofa next to him, leisurely munching on a piece of chilled watermelon.

In the air in front of him, a huge virtual light screen was divided into three images of different sizes.

In the upper left corner, there is a fierce gunfight at Tianhua Pharmaceutical Factory, with flames shooting into the sky.

In the upper right corner, there is a one-sided massacre inside the No. 7 air raid shelter; a dark shadow flashes by, and blood splatters everywhere.

The largest image in the very center is set in the underground parking lot of the "Venus" hospital, where a doctor is being held down on the ground by two "cleaners," his face filled with astonishment.

Li Haotian took a big bite of watermelon with a "crunch" and mumbled to himself indistinctly.

"Qin Yue, that woman, has finally figured it out and knows how to climb the ladder."

"That doctor, this self-important fellow, thought he was on the fifth level, but he didn't even get out of the atmosphere."

"And then there's Scorpion. The top-ranked guy's rockets weren't for nothing. I'd give him a passable performance."

He watched the "wonderful performance" of the three sides on the screen and nodded in satisfaction.

"Now that's what you call three-threaded operation! Don't you know what the joy of being a high-level player is?"

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Su Wan.

"Have the Scorpion's men pack the doctor up properly, but don't kill her. I want her alive. Tell her this is a renewal assessment for VIP members; if she doesn't pass, she'll be downgraded."

After doing all this, he casually threw the watermelon rind into the trash can and clapped his hands.

The battles depicted in the three scenes are nearing their end.

The mercenaries at the pharmaceutical factory were all wiped out, and Qin Yue led her men into the main building.

The researchers and guards in the air-raid shelter had become corpses, and the "cleaning team" began packing up the equipment.

In the parking lot, the doctor was dragged into a van like a dead dog.

All pieces, in their positions.

Li Haotian stood up, stretched, and walked to the game pod.

"Warm-up complete."

He lay down inside.

"It's time to collect the rent."

The hatch of the gaming pod slowly closed, and a pale blue light enveloped him.

The next second, Li Haotian's consciousness had already descended into the depths of the desolate star's nest.

He opened his eyes, revealing a pair of cold, silver, vertical pupils.

He opened his friends list and found the glittering gold ID.

【Mythology, Indra】.

A message was sent.

"Hey bro, are you there?"

"Your order of 'Firebug' has arrived."