The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

Li Haotian's words echoed in the hall, each word like a slap in the face to everyone.

The dozen or so dark gun barrels remained motionless, locked on him.

The atmosphere froze, with only the crackling of electricity and the suppressed breathing of the crowd filling the air.

"An interesting opening."

A processed, aria-like voice came from the loudspeakers at the top of the hall.

"I thought you would be like a frightened mouse, trembling in some dark corner."

"It seems I underestimated the... folly of those with SSS-level talents."

Li Haotian looked up, his gaze sweeping over a camera with a flashing red dot on the ceiling.

"I gave you 24 hours, and you're turning in the paper early? Who are you trying to kill with this?"

He picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"Also, if you're going to do a live stream, do it properly. What's with the voice changer? Are you afraid I'll go through the internet and beat you up?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yue, who was in the command vehicle, almost choked on her own breath.

Does this guy really treat ruthless thugs like playthings?

The voice on the radio was silent for two seconds, seemingly choked by Li Haotian's unusual train of thought.

"It seems you don't have a clear understanding of your situation."

"Alright."

"Let you see the cruelty of reality in your despair."

"Fire."

The moment the order was given, flames erupted in the hall.

A deafening barrage of gunfire erupted, and a dozen streaks of fire intertwined to form an impenetrable web of death, completely engulfing the location where Li Haotian stood.

Bullets struck the ground and walls, sending sparks flying and marble fragments scattering everywhere.

Qin Yue, standing outside, felt her heart stop and clenched her fists tightly.

However, after the gunfire stopped, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The figure at the doorway remained standing in the same spot.

He didn't even change his posture; he still had that lazy look with his hands in his pockets, and there wasn't a single bullet hole in his body.

The surrounding ground and walls were riddled with holes.

"this one?"

Li Haotian blew on his bangs.

"Are you all graduates of art academies? Specializing in figure drawing?"

The bandits stared at the bizarre scene before them, their hands gripping their guns beginning to tremble involuntarily.

monster!

This is absolutely a monster!

How could a bullet possibly miss a living person?

"No...it's impossible..."

The closest thug broke down first, his mental defenses crumbling, and he roared as he pulled the trigger again.

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

The bullet, less than half a meter from Li Haotian's body, seemed to hit an invisible wall, strangely deviating from its trajectory and grazing past the hem of his clothes.

"The reaction was too slow; the muzzle was raised by 0.3 degrees, and the muscles in my arm were too tense."

Li Haotian made a comment, then seemed a little annoyed.

"Forget it, you guys won't be able to teach me anyway."

With a flick of his toe, he lifted a palm-sized shard of glass and placed it steadily in his hand.

"Warm-up complete."

Before he could finish speaking, he flicked his wrist.

The shard of glass transformed into a streak of cold light, tracing an almost imperceptible path through the air.

"puff!"

The bandit who fired again had a new bloody hole between his eyebrows.

His face froze in terror, and he fell straight backward.

"Next."

Li Haotian's indifferent voice was like the pronouncement of death.

The hall was deathly silent.

The remaining bandits felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and they even forgot to breathe.

This is beyond their comprehension.

"waste!"

The voice on the radio finally carried a hint of exasperated anger.

"What are you waiting for! Kill him! Use grenades! Blow him to pieces!"

One of the bandits closest to the pillar was awakened by the shout. Trembling, he pulled a grenade from his waist and was about to pull the pin.

The shadow beneath his feet suddenly came to life.

Without warning, a jet-black tentacle shot out from the shadows, precisely wrapped around his wrist, and yanked him back sharply.

"what!"

The bandit let out a scream as his wrist was bent at a 90-degree angle, and the grenade flew out of his hand.

At the same time, from behind the pillar, another shadowy tentacle popped out, swiftly snatched the grenade in mid-air, and stuffed it back into his gaping mouth.

"boom!"

A dull explosion sounded.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

This bloody and bizarre scene completely shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

Someone let out a desperate scream and turned to run away.

But he had only taken two steps when the shadows of everything in the hall—the service counter, the decorative potted plants, even the corpses of his companions—began to writhe.

More than a dozen shadowy tentacles erupted simultaneously, like venomous snakes hunting their prey, instantly binding or tying up the remaining people, or even strangling them by the neck and lifting them into the air.

Less than three seconds.

Apart from Li Haotian, there was no one else standing in the entire hall.

"The Undertaker, is that his name?"

Li Haotian walked slowly towards the center of the hall, stepping over the mess on the ground.

He looked up at the camera, as if he were chatting with an old friend.

"I gave you a chance, but unfortunately your subordinates are useless."

"Fifteen people, they couldn't even get me to take my hands out of my pockets."

He shook his head, his tone full of disappointment.

"That's terrible."

Inside the command vehicle, Qin Yue and the rest of the Dragon Shield members were completely petrified.

As they watched the hellish scene on the surveillance footage and the leisurely figure, they felt their worldview being repeatedly crushed and trampled on.

"Those...those shadows..." a young team member asked in a trembling voice.

"Shut up!" Qin Yue growled, feeling like her brain couldn't keep up.

"What...what exactly are you?!"

For the first time, the voices on the radio were filled with clearly audible fear and trembling.

The elegance of the aria has vanished, leaving only a fierce but cowardly panic.

"I?"

Li Haotian smiled.

"I'm just a kind-hearted citizen passing by, here to send you rockets."

He walked to the center of the hall, where a group of terrified hostages were kneeling.

He glanced around and his gaze fell on a little girl clinging to her mother's leg, trembling with fear.

"Look, the Rockets have finished their scrimmage, and the court is cleared."

"Now, isn't it time to talk about the threats you made against me?"

Li Haotian pointed to the little girl.

"You're saying you'll take this entire city with you in death?"

"Shall we start with... the garbage disposal plant in the south of the city?"

There was complete silence on the other end of the radio.

"Mr. Alien, we can talk."

The Undertaker's voice had completely changed, now filled with apprehension.

"You're strong, I admit it. But don't push me too far, I still have a trump card up my sleeve! At worst, we'll fight to the death!"

"A fight to the death?"

Li Haotian repeated the word, then laughed out loud.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

"The fish will die."

"But the net won't break."

He slowly raised his right hand towards the camera, spread his five fingers, and then clenched them tightly.

"I told you, don't touch my things."

Almost at the same time, in the top-floor observation deck.

The Undertaker, dressed in a black retro suit, stared intently at the screen in front of him, which displayed a close-up of Li Haotian.

Behind him, a hostage chained to a chair suddenly made a "hoho" sound.

The Undertaker suddenly turned around.

The hostage's shadow rose from the ground like a giant python, tightly coiling around his neck and lifting him off the ground.

The hostages themselves were also filled with terror.

"Now……"

Li Haotian's voice seemed to come from hell, echoing throughout the entire hall.

"It's my turn to go upstairs."

He strode towards the elevator leading upstairs.

The leisurely pace made it seem as if they were not going to face a vicious terrorist, but rather to keep a preordained appointment.