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

"boom--!!"

The muffled explosion, like the heartbeat of a deep-sea monster, came from the depths of the earth.

The ground of the Genesis Building, made of special alloy, trembled slightly as a result.

Five underground floors.

A once pristine white passageway has now become a living hell.

On the walls, dozens of automatic cannons spewed tongues of death from their muzzles, and the dense rain of bullets formed an insurmountable metal storm, tearing everything in the passage to shreds.

Three members of the "Blood Scythe" squad, clad in blood-red combat suits, were desperately hiding behind a destroyed load-bearing pillar. Their million-dollar energy shields flickered and teetered under the relentless machine gun fire, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

"Captain! The firepower is too intense! Has that fat pig 'Butcher' gone mad? He's maxed out the permissions on 'Doomsday Fortress'!" A team member roared into the communicator, his voice muffled by the explosion.

The leader, codenamed "Blood Blade," stared coldly at the steel inferno ahead.

He didn't understand.

The butcher was merely an accountant, greedy but cowardly as a mouse. Where did he get the audacity to kill a person directly under the bishop's command?

The bishop's emotionless roar came through the communicator.

"Useless trash! I don't care if he's insane or not! Charge in! Nail him to the wall!"

"yes!"

Bloodblade gritted his teeth and made a hand gesture to the two team members behind him.

"Activate 'Ghost Mode' and force your way through!"

……

The living room of a villa in the sky.

Several empty potato chip bags were scattered on the soft wool carpet.

Li Haotian lay sprawled on the sofa, holding a large tub of chocolate-flavored Häagen-Dazs in his arms, his eyes closed, spooning it into his mouth.

His expression was as relaxed as if he were sunbathing on a beach in the Maldives.

On the coffee table in front of him, Su Wan's encrypted phone stood quietly.

On the screen, a live broadcast of the bloody battle beneath the Genesis Tower is being shown from the first-person perspective of the Alien Worker.

High definition, uncensored, 3D surround sound.

The whistling bullets, the violent explosions, and the mournful energy cries as the shields on the Blood Scythe Squad members shattered were all clearly transmitted through [Hive Mind].

Su Wan and Liu Hu stood on either side of the sofa, like two door gods, their bodies stiff and motionless.

They stared at the scene on their phone screen, which resembled a Hollywood war epic, and then at the man on the sofa enjoying his ice cream. They felt their worldview being repeatedly torn apart, reassembled, and ground into powder.

"This...this has already started a fight?" Su Wan's voice was dry, carrying a sense of unreality, as if she were in a dream.

"Hmm." Li Haotian didn't even look up, scooped up another big spoonful of ice cream, and mumbled his evaluation, "The scene was alright, but the tactics were too monotonous, just the same few moves over and over again."

"Lack of imagination."

Su Wan: "..."

Liu Hu silently took a deep breath, feeling his lungs filled with the sweet smell of ice cream.

Boss, this is an internal conflict within the "Purgatory" organization! It's a bloodbath that will make the entire underworld of Donghai City tremble!

Why is it that watching your show is like watching a Spring Festival Gala skit, complete with live commentary?

Li Haotian took a few bites, then suddenly frowned.

He paused the spoon in mid-air, as if he had remembered something.

"Just shooting guns without any real action feels like something's missing," he muttered to himself.

Su Wan's heart leaped into her throat. "You... what else do you want to do?"

"To liven things up."

Li Haotian grinned.

The next second, his consciousness sank into the perspective of the [worker bee].

Inside the cigar box, the tiny alien, disguised as tobacco scraps, silently stretched out its body.

It flapped its transparent wings and flew silently out of the cigar box, like a tiny speck of dust, drifting towards a corner of the vault.

That was the butcher's private wine cellar.

To showcase his refined taste, the butcher deliberately combined the wine cellar with his vault. Inside, hundreds of bottles of top-quality spirits from around the world were neatly arranged, including many eaux-de-vie with an alcohol content as high as 96%.

The worker bee landed lightly on the main valve of the oxygen circulation system in the wine cellar.

Its mouthparts, thinner than a hair, precisely probed into the valve's circuit board.

A tiny, imperceptible spark of bioelectricity was released from it.

"Sizzle—"

The short circuit lasted only 0.01 seconds.

But it is enough.

A bottle of "life-giving water," shattered in the recent gunfight, spilled its liquid across the floor. The concentrated alcohol vapor was instantly ignited by the faint spark!

"boom!!!"

A ball of blue flame suddenly burst open from the corner of the vault!

The raging flames instantly engulfed the entire wine cellar. The wooden wine racks twisted and carbonized under the high temperature, and bottles of priceless spirits exploded one after another, turning into fuel to fuel the fire!

The fire was out of control!

Bloodblade, who was struggling to advance through the passage, suddenly saw thick smoke and flames billowing out from the cracks in the vault door.

His pupils contracted, and he immediately grabbed the communicator.

"Report to the Bishop! The butcher is setting fire!"

"He's destroying evidence! He wants to burn down the entire vault!"

There was a full three seconds of silence on the other end of the communicator.

Then, the bishop's voice, suppressed to the extreme, like the prelude to a volcanic eruption, came through.

"At any cost!"

"Charge in!"

……

Inside the vault.

As Butcher watched the Blood Scythe squad members charging forward against the automatic cannon fire and their energy shields on the monitor screen, the last shred of reason in his eyes was burned away by the towering flames.

He saw it.

He clearly saw that the leader of the Blood Blades had an undisguised, murderous determination flashing in his eyes!

It wasn't an arrest.

It's not a question.

It's to silence them!

All his escape routes were blocked.

That woman... the scorpion... she planned everything!

She first framed herself, provoking the bishop's murderous intent. Then, she had her men disguise themselves as the bishop's sword to take her life!

Killing two birds with one stone!

How ruthless! How vicious!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The butcher let out a desperate roar, his face, covered in fat, contorted like a demon from hell.

The anger of betrayal and the fear of death completely consumed him.

"Since none of you will let me live!"

"Then... let's die together!!!"

He whirled around like a runaway tank, charging madly toward the deepest part of the vault, toward the control panel protected by three layers of titanium alloy!

There was only one button there.

A red button, exuding an aura of death.

The vault's final self-destruct mechanism!

He trembled as he stretched out his large hand, which was covered in jeweled rings, and slammed it down hard on the button!

In the living room, Li Haotian slowly swallowed the last bite of ice cream.

He opened his eyes, looked at the fat hand about to press the button on his phone screen, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He picked up the remote control and waved it at Su Wan and Liu Hu.

"Alright, the fireworks show is about to begin."

"Front row audience, please sit down and hold on tight."