Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

The alarm in the corridor has already sounded.

The piercing buzzing sound, mixed with the flashing red emergency lights, turned the entire corridor into an unsettling dark red.

The two researchers who ran away outside have probably already notified security.

He Yuanchao stood in front of the bulletproof observation window, feeling the footsteps getting closer and closer in the corridor.

Heavy, hurried, well-trained.

At least four people.

Wearing tactical boots.

They were carrying weapons.

He had already analyzed this information clearly just from the sound.

"trouble."

He Yuanchao muttered something to himself.

It's not that I think we can't beat them.

Instead, they felt that it would be unsightly to fight in such a small space.

He sighed, as if he had made a helpless decision.

Then he raised his right fist.

His fists are very big.

His knuckles were thick and strong, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly under the light.

Those were hands that had undergone countless combat training sessions and killed countless people.

He Yuanchao looked at the glass as if he were looking at a disobedient child.

"I'll give you one last chance."

"Break on its own."

Glass doesn't break on its own, of course.

"Then don't blame me for being impolite."

"drink--!"

A loud shout.

He Yuanchao's right arm suddenly tensed up.

Those muscle fibers, further strengthened after the gene lock was unlocked, unleashed a burst of power far beyond what ordinary people could imagine in that instant.

The fist slammed into the very center of the bulletproof glass with a whooshing sound.

"Bang!"

The first punch.

A dull thud echoed in the sealed hospital room.

From the point where the fist struck, the glass rippled with countless cracks that spread outwards like a spiderweb.

But it didn't break.

This is indeed military-grade bulletproof glass, with extremely high impact resistance.

He Yuanchao's lips curled up slightly.

"Still quite hard?"

"OK."

The second punch!

The angle of that punch changed.

Instead of attacking head-on, He Yuanchao used a side hook with a spinning force.

This technique is called a "spiral punch" in boxing. It concentrates the impact on a very small contact area, transmitting the power deep into the body like a drill.

"Bang!!"

The crack expanded rapidly.

The entire glass pane was trembling violently, and cracks were already visible at the shattered edges.

"The last blow."

The third punch.

He Yuanchao withdrew his arm, his fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

That cold, detached gaze, as if looking at a dead person, was completely devoid of the earlier mockery and banter.

All that exists is pure, violent aesthetics.

"broken!"

"Bang—!"

The third punch was unleashed.

He used 80% of his strength in that punch.

The terrifying impact created a visible, outward-spreading white blast of air the instant it hit the glass surface.

"Splash—!!!"

The entire bulletproof glass shattered completely under that punch.

It's not the kind of cracking that happens slowly.

Instead, it shatters instantly.

Thousands upon thousands of shards of glass flew outwards as if in an explosion, shimmering with a cold, diamond-like light under the corridor lights.

Some of the fragments shot into the opposite wall like bullets, while others scattered on the ground, making a crisp sound.

He Yuanchao stepped over the window frame, which was still crumbling, and walked barefoot onto the shards of glass scattered on the ground.

The sharp shards were embedded in the soles of his feet.

But he didn't even frown.

The enhanced skin resilience is sufficient to withstand ordinary sharp blade cuts.

What's a few pieces of glass?

In the corridor.

Four security personnel dressed in black tactical gear, carrying guns, were running towards this direction.

They heard the sound of glass shattering.

Then they saw the man emerge from the broken glass.

He was shirtless.

My feet were stepping on shards of metal scattered on the ground.

There wasn't a single scratch on his body.

He wore a chilling smile.

"Oh my god—"

The security guard at the front instinctively raised his gun.

He was about to pull the trigger.

He Yuanchao had already reached him.

The speed was so fast that even the security cameras in the corridor could only capture a blurry afterimage.

"Snap!"

He Yuanchao's right hand gripped the man's gun barrel like an iron clamp, and he twisted his fingertips.

The barrel of that assault rifle, made of high-strength alloy, was twisted into a knot like a braided rope.

The security personnel didn't have time to react.

He Yuanchao's left hand had already slapped him in the face.

It's not about hitting.

It's a shot.

It was as light and casual as swatting a mosquito.

But the power of that "slap".

This burly man, who weighed at least 80 kilograms, was sent flying.

His body flew like a cannonball through the corridor for five or six meters before slamming into the wall, bending an iron sign on it.

Then it stopped moving.

He didn't die, he just fainted.

The remaining three security guards were terrified when they saw this.

Although they are trained professional security guards, they deal with humans.

The monster before them possessed power that no human should have.

"Back off!"

"Calling for backup!"

A security guard shouted and fired his gun.

"Tap tap tap—"

Bullets flew through the corridor.

But He Yuanchao's body was like an extremely agile snake, twisting and turning in that narrow space.

His movement was completely unpredictable, and each step he took landed precisely where the bullets missed their trajectory.

This is not just about fast reaction speed.

It is also a kind of super intuition for predicting ballistics accumulated from countless combat experiences.

"Bang!"

He Yuanchao kicked a security guard's gun away.

The gun somersaulted several times in the air before slamming against the ceiling with a "thud".

Immediately afterwards, he slammed an elbow into another person's chest.

The armor shattered like a biscuit under that elbow strike.

The man clutched his chest and flew backward, landing on the ground convulsing and rolling his eyes.

the last one.

He Yuanchao only glanced at him.

That look was a thousand times more ferocious than the muzzle of a gun.

"Clatter."

The gun in the man's hand fell to the ground.

Then he raised his hands.

He knelt down.

"No...don't kill me..."

He Yuanchao tilted his head and looked down at the guy who was so scared that he wet his pants.

Where is the ammunition depot?

"Third...third floor, second door from the left."

"good."

He Yuanchao bent down and picked up a still-usable rifle and several magazines from the ground.

He casually took off the bulletproof vest from the security guard and put it on himself.

Although his skin was tough enough, it was better to have it than nothing.

"You can leave now."

"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't kill you."

"But I advise you to run."

"This place is going to be very lively later."

The security guard, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, scrambled away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He Yuanchao adjusted his slightly tight bulletproof vest and stretched his neck.

"Let's go to the ammunition depot and grab some weapons first."

"Then find someone."

He strode towards the stairs.

Barefoot, stepping on shards of glass scattered throughout the corridor.

Every step he took carried an unstoppable momentum.