At the start, remove human limitations and start killing!

Two o'clock in the morning.

Sturgeon Group, Jinghai City Branch.

Mo Tong's office was brightly lit.

There are three people here unexpectedly today.

Besides Mo Tong, secretary Wang Yanfang, there was also a middle-aged man.

He sat on the sofa; he was tall and muscular, and wore a black suit.

The exposed arms, neck, and eyes are all mechanical structures.

They're obviously cyborgs.

Upon closer inspection, the mechanical materials on its body shimmered with iridescent light under the lamplight, flowing slowly and dazzlingly.

It was made by Honggang.

He is clearly an ultimate, fully-fledged cyborg.

He is Zhang Chen, another person in charge of the Sturgeon Group in Jinghai City.

He is in charge of other businesses within the group.

Unlike the administrative departments like Motong that handle official business,

Zhang Chen was in charge of the armed forces, including core tasks such as foreign operations and the suppression of hostile forces.

The two sat on the sofa, the atmosphere heavy.

Mo Tong held a tablet, his fingers swiping rapidly as he checked information.

On the screen are several incidents that have occurred in the last 24 hours.

next moment.

"Bang!"

Mo Tong suddenly slammed the tablet to the ground.

A mental fluctuation flashed by, and the tablet was rolled into a ball by an invisible force, the screen shattered, and it was instantly destroyed.

"Su Han!"

Mo Tong gritted his teeth, his face turning ashen.

Compared to their previous attitude of not caring about Su Han at all, thinking that they could kill him by simply sending a few people.

Mo Tong was left only with anger.

Immense anger.

The information displayed on the screen just now was all about Su Han's various actions.

There's the manor, the park, and the Sky Dome Building.

All three locations are protected by the Sturgeon Group and belong to influential figures.

They died one after another at Su Han's hands within 24 hours.

Beside her, Wang Yanfang spoke up, her voice calm.

"Mr. Mo, because of the blood sacrifice array incident of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect the night before last, the group's main forces were engaged in cooperation with the Earthly Punishment Division, and we had no time to deal with Su Han."

"And then the other party..."

She paused for a moment, then continued her report.

"At the hospital, he killed the hospital director and security personnel, and rescued his sister."

"Then today, they launched successive attacks on the manor, the park, and the Sky Dome, killing the mission targets we were protecting."

Wang Yanfang retrieved another report.

"Based on the battle traces left at the scene."

"Su Han's strength is far beyond the previously estimated 100,000 or so, the so-called semi-modified human level."

"They're even worlds apart."

"At least, they have reached the level of advanced fully-formed cyborgs."

"Combat strength over 400,000."

Mo Tong's expression turned even uglier.

Furious.

"Combat power of over 400,000?" he repeated. "Can a nineteen-year-old college student reach that level?"

Zhang Chen spoke, his voice heavy and mechanical.

"It's hard to believe, but the facts are undeniable."

"The reason I'm here is because of this."

Zhang Chen paused, his tone serious.

"The losses caused by Su Han are not limited to those security guards who have undergone rehabilitation."

"More importantly, there are those influential people who come from the self-circulating city."

"Each of them has a significant background, and we've always taken care of them without any problems."

"Now three have died in succession..."

"I'm afraid the Self-Circulation City will come after us and demand an explanation."

Zhang Chen then looked at Mo Tong, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Among them was Qin Yi from the Starshine District. Even with the protection of a Divine Mechanic, he was also wiped out."

"This is no small matter."

"It will be very troublesome to deal with."

Mo Tong rubbed his temples in frustration.

"I know," he said in a hoarse voice. "The Qin family, and other influential people, will definitely investigate."

He looked at Wang Yanfang and asked.

"What about the Divine Mechanic? Is Mu Xian dead?"

Wang Yanfang shook her head.

"The scene was so badly damaged, the entire building collapsed, and we couldn't find any clues."

"We haven't found any trace of that divine mechanic either."

Their fate is unknown.

Zhang Chen pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"He should still be alive."

His tone was certain.

"Divine Mechanics are not so easy to kill. The flying machines they control are extremely fast, and their attack power can even cut through rainbow steel."

"Even the lowest-ranking Dawn Divine Mechanist will not die easily."

"Even I am wary of the Divine Mechanic."

"So Su Han probably can't kill the Divine Mechanic."

He looked at the two of them and drew a conclusion.

"Mu Xian has probably left."

Mo Tong asked again.

"What about Su Han? Is he dead?"

"He's not dead," Wang Yanfang replied. "There were witnesses who saw him leave the Sky Dome Building, but he was moving too fast to know his exact location."

The scene fell silent.

Mo Tong became even angrier.

"I can't believe this little bastard got away. If we don't take him down, he'll probably continue to target the group and cause trouble everywhere."

"And we also need to appease and deal with the important people involved."

Both of these troublesome issues are currently the group's top priorities.

If not handled properly, it could trigger a chain reaction and have a greater impact on the group.

Mo Tong then immediately consulted with Zhang Chen and they began to discuss the matter.

Both of them were in charge of the group, and they quickly settled their respective responsibilities according to their division of labor.

Each performs their own duties.

As the head of the administrative staff, Mo Tong was tasked with handling matters related to the death of a VIP, including but not limited to apologies, compensation, and comforting the family.

They may even face penalties from the group in the future.

Zhang Chen, on the other hand, took over the task of dealing with Su Han to prevent such incidents from happening again.

To avoid future troubles.

After confirming the division of labor between the two parties, Mo Tong asked.

"Zhang Chen, what are your plans for dealing with Su Han?"

Zhang Chen responded with a cold laugh.

"I'm not like you, dragging my feet and sending my underlings to deliver the food in waves."

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; you should understand this principle, right?"

"Therefore, I will send two top-tier cyborgs with combat strength between 600,000 and 800,000 to crush him directly, giving him no chance to resist."

Mo Tong nodded.

"That's enough."

"With such combat power, even if Su Han has extraordinary abilities, he will surely die."

He paused, then continued.

"Although the group is now cooperating with the Earthly Punishment Division to wipe out the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, it has sent one-third of its personnel."

"But the group's main business cannot stop."

Mo Tong looked at Zhang Chen with a serious expression.

"That concerns the foundation of the group, and also the needs of those important people in the self-circulating city."

"We must never let something like what happened to Su Han happen again."

Zhang Chen nodded.

"I see."

"I'll send men out first thing tomorrow morning; they're determined to kill that brat."

"As for you..."

He then looked at Mo Tong.

"You should also deal with the important person's family as soon as possible."

"This incident has greatly damaged the group's reputation; we mustn't let things escalate further."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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