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Eight hundred meters away, on the roof of an unfinished building.

Hawkeye lay prone on the cold concrete floor. Instead of his teammates' calm reports, his earpiece played a piece of Eastern music that he couldn't understand, yet was strangely festive.

The music was mixed with the roar of the tank, a beast that had completely lost control, and the sound of furniture being smashed to pieces.

"Tanks, Ghosts, did you hear me?"

"Retreat immediately! Mission canceled! Repeat, retreat immediately!"

The only response he received was that damned music and the roar of the tanks.

The ghost's life signal disappeared three minutes ago.

Hawkeye felt as if his heart was being gripped by an icy hand, and sweat instantly soaked through his combat uniform on the back.

They fell for the trap.

The other party knew about their existence from the very beginning.

This is not an assassination.

This was an execution meticulously prepared for them.

Without hesitation, Hawkeye put away his sniper rifle, rolled over, and prepared to rappel away from the other side.

He rushed to the edge of the rooftop, about to set up the ropes.

"Buzz—"

His head suddenly felt heavy, as if he had been hit hard with a hammer, and he saw stars before his eyes.

It felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall made of high-voltage electricity. His body staggered back two steps uncontrollably before he fell to the ground with a thud.

"What is it?"

Hawkeye shook his dizzy head and charged toward the edge of the rooftop again.

It's that feeling again.

An invisible barrier enveloped the entire rooftop, preventing him from getting out.

The roar of the tanks in the headset abruptly stopped.

After a deathly silence, the young man's voice rang out again, tinged with laughter.

"Trying to leave?"

"The game isn't over yet, how can the audience leave early?"

……

In the living room of the villa.

The catchy song "Good Luck" is still playing on repeat.

Li Haotian stood by the second-floor railing, looking down at the tank below, its eyes bloodshot, wielding two steel bars, smashing the living room into a mess, and shook his head.

"This isn't how you cause damage."

"The efficiency is too low."

He leaped off the railing from a height of more than two meters, landing without making a sound, like a feather.

"roar!"

The tank saw him, let out a final roar, poured all its strength into its arms, swung the broken steel bars in its hands, and smashed down on Li Haotian's head with all its might.

This blow was enough to smash through a concrete wall.

however.

Li Haotian simply raised his left hand.

He didn't even look at the oncoming steel bars; he just casually stretched them out.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The steel bars stopped in mid-air.

It was caught by a hand, casually.

The enormous kinetic energy attached to the steel bars vanished without a trace, as if a clay ox had entered the sea.

Li Haotian remained completely still.

Tank's face, which had turned a rocky gray due to its "hardened skin," froze.

In his eyes, which were bloodshot with anger, a feeling called "fear" finally surfaced.

Li Haotian tilted his head and looked at him.

"this one?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a needle, piercing Tank's last psychological defenses.

"Too weak, haven't you eaten?"

Li Haotian's hand gripping the steel bar slowly tightened.

"Click...click..."

Under Tank's horrified gaze, the steel bar, made of high-strength threaded steel, was deformed by his bare hands and groaned under the strain.

"Shinged Dog, is this any good?"

Tank's mentality collapsed.

"Monster...you're a monster!"

He abandoned the steel bar and used his other hand to sweep it fiercely towards Li Haotian's head.

Li Haotian finally started to get a little impatient.

He released his grip, letting the deformed steel bar fall to the ground.

Then, he raised his right hand and swung it at the tank's terrified face.

The movements looked slow, even a bit light and unsteady.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear slap echoed through the hall, even drowning out the accompaniment to "Good Luck".

The tank's body, like a sandbag thrown by a high-speed truck, flew sideways.

"Boom—!"

His burly body slammed violently into a wall more than ten meters away.

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the wall, centered on him.

He was completely embedded in the wall, like a bizarre 3D relief, his limbs hanging limply, and he was no longer moving.

The living room was finally quiet.

Only the festive music remained, playing tirelessly.

"I've already said it, the efficiency is too low."

Li Haotian clapped his hands, as if brushing away some non-existent dust.

He walked around the mess on the ground and toward the hole in the wall that had been smashed by the tank, leading to the backyard.

The ghost's corpse lay beside the hole in the wall.

Li Haotian didn't even glance at it; he simply bent down and picked up a miniature tactical headset from the ground next to the corpse.

He put the headset into his ears.

"Feed?"

"Hey, feed me? Can you hear me?"

"Test, test, microphone test."

Eight hundred meters away, on the roof of an unfinished building.

Hawkeye stared blankly at the image coming through the scope.

He watched helplessly as the tank, that B-level talent capable of withstanding bullets, was swatted away like a fly and embedded in the wall.

Then, the demon picked up the communicator.

Those few flippant "feed" sounds were clearly transmitted into his brain through the headset.

Hawkeye felt his blood run cold.

"Don't be nervous, buddy."

Li Haotian's voice, tinged with laughter, came through the earpiece.

I have received the "Super Rocket" gift from your teammate.

Inside the villa, Li Haotian walked to the center of the living room. He looked up and accurately located the miniature surveillance camera that was still working in the corner of the ceiling.

He knew Hawkeye was watching.

He gave the camera a bright smile.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand, extended his thumb, and forcefully and slowly traced it across his neck.

A standard throat-slitting gesture.

His voice came through the earpiece again, full of mockery.

"How can I not reciprocate a gift from the top donor?"

"Next, it's the host's turn to perform a show for you."

The program is called...

"Sending someone a thousand miles to their death."

After saying that, he took off his headset, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it until it was crushed.

On the rooftop of the unfinished building, Hawkeye trembled violently.

He dropped his rifle and charged towards the edge of the rooftop like a madman, frantically pounding the invisible barrier with his body, fists, and feet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Useless.

That barrier was indestructible.

He was locked in this concrete cage.

In the scope's view, the young man patted his pants, turned around, and walked towards the door he had kicked open.

He walked out of the villa.

He walked into the courtyard.

He crossed the messy lawn.

He stood at the entrance of the villa, looked up, and gazed in his direction.

Although they were 800 meters apart, the eagle's eye could sense it.

The other person is looking at him.

Then, the figure moved, slowly and deliberately walking along the road towards the unfinished building.

He really came.