Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Third-floor corridor of the International Convention and Exhibition Center, District 8, Chenxi City.

Iron Hand lunged at the window through which Xu Suyuan had blurred, his gaze sweeping across the green belt below like a hungry wolf.

nobody.

Apart from a few leaves rustling in the wind, the place was empty, as if the strangely vanished figure was just a hallucination on his retina.

"Grass!"

Iron Hand roared and slammed his fist into the window frame, making the window rattle loudly.

This is not just anger, but a deep-seated fear.

He knew Wei Donghai's methods all too well.

Right under his nose, even surrounded by him and the police, the woman not only killed Lin Zhenghua, but also swaggered through the wall and escaped.

Even more so, it was in full view of everyone that they displayed that "inhuman" power.

Iron Hand took a deep breath, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed the number.

"Boss..." Iron Hand's voice was terribly hoarse.

"Where is he?" Wei Donghai's voice on the other end of the phone was so calm it was unsettling.

"The mission... failed." Iron Hand gritted his teeth. "Dr. Lin is dead. The target... the target escaped. Right in front of the police, she walked straight through the glass window and disappeared."

A deathly silence fell on the other end of the phone, a silence that was more suffocating to Iron Hand than a furious roar.

……

A few meters away from Iron Hand, Zhou Ming stood frozen in place like a stone statue.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Lin Zhenghua's corpse and the strange "through-the-window" mark.

As a veteran criminal investigator with many years of experience, he has seen countless bloody and cruel scenes and solved all kinds of bizarre and strange cases.

His worldview is built upon rigorous logic, physical evidence, and causal relationships.

But just now, that sturdy building collapsed with a roar.

Right before his eyes, the girl's body became illusory like a holographic projection, and then passed through the thick glass without any hindrance.

There was no impact, no breakage; it wasn't until she had completely passed through that everyone realized what had happened.

"It went through..."

Zhou Ming muttered to himself, and subconsciously raised his hand to look at his palm.

Just now, that girl also passed through his arm in the same way.

The previous five "locked-room electrocution cases" instantly connected in his mind.

An intact door lock, a locked chain, a dusty windowsill...

That wasn't some kind of advanced lock-picking skill, nor was it some elaborate locked-room trick.

That is the irrational "penetration".

An indescribable chill ran down my spine and straight to the top of my head.

Zhou Ming realized that he might not be facing a serial killer at all, but an "outlier" who was subverting the existing world rules.

"Captain..." The young officer beside him was deathly pale. "Was that... a magic trick?"

Zhou Ming suddenly came to his senses.

Whatever that may be, the situation is now out of control.

He turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing towards Iron Hand and the others who were on the phone.

This group was well-equipped and well-trained, and the leader clearly knew the deceased Lin Zhenghua, and even knew the murderer!

More importantly, they were trying to snatch the suspect right under the police's noses!

"Bring them under control!"

Zhou Ming drew his baton, pointing it directly at Tie Shou. "Everyone, hands behind your heads, kneel down! I suspect you of illegal possession of weapons, obstructing official duties, and involvement in murder!"

The detectives immediately surrounded them; although they were outnumbered, their presence was imposing.

Iron Hand hung up the phone, turned around coldly, his eyes showing no panic, only a chilling coldness.

……

Across from the convention center, in the building through which Xu Suyuan passed by the window.

A man in a gray trench coat is putting down his binoculars.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties, with an ordinary appearance.

Only those eyes, sharp as an eagle in the wilderness, concealed a deep-seated hatred and bitterness.

Through the lens, he could clearly see everything that was happening at the window on the third floor of the convention center across the street.

I witnessed the girl's resolute leap, the moment her body blurred, and the standoff between the police and the group of men in black.

"They managed to escape. Looks like they won't need my help."

He put away his binoculars, turned around, and disappeared into the building.

Looking in the direction he disappeared, it was the same green belt where Xu Suyuan disappeared.

------

In the city center at dawn, on the top floor of the Wei Group headquarters.

"...He walked straight through the glass window and disappeared right in front of the police."

Iron Hand's voice came from the other end of the phone.

These words echoed repeatedly in Wei Donghai's mind, each time igniting an even more violent rage.

But he didn't roar as usual; his chest just heaved violently.

Wei Donghai didn't really care about Lin Zhenghua's life or death. Although that madman was useful, he wasn't irreplaceable.

What he cares about is the "secret".

Once the existence of this extraordinary power becomes known to the state apparatus, the Wei family's meager strength will be nothing more than an ant in the face of a truly colossal entity.

His ambition to monopolize the "power of the gods" will be completely shattered.

We must cut our losses.

Wei Donghai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Listen, Iron Hand," Wei Donghai's voice was icy cold. "I'll handle the police. You immediately send out everyone you can! Take that new batch of countermeasures equipment and turn the Eighth District upside down!"

"I want to see Xu Suyuan alive before the other 'big fish' are alerted! This is your last chance. If you fail again..." Wei Donghai didn't finish his sentence, but his chilling killing intent was already transmitted through the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Donghai closed his eyes and took a few seconds to catch his breath.

When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his composure as a giant.

He picked up the cell phone he used to contact the "key person" and dialed the private number of Sun Qiming, the deputy director of the Eighth District Garrison.

"Hello, Director Sun, this is Wei Donghai."

"Chairman Wei..." Sun Qiming's voice sounded noticeably tired on the other end of the phone, "I've heard about the incident at the convention center, it's caused quite a stir..."

"Director Sun, I'm truly sorry, it's my fault for not disciplining him properly." Wei Donghai sighed. "Dr. Lin is one of the top scientists at Morning Light Biotechnology, and it's unbelievable that he would encounter such an accident. My security personnel acted rashly in a moment of panic, eager to save lives, causing you trouble."

Before Sun Qiming could speak, Wei Donghai changed the subject: "However, Director Sun, shouldn't the most urgent task right now be catching that vicious serial killer? Five lives lost, plus Dr. Lin's death today. If this case isn't closed quickly, I'm afraid..."

"My men may be reckless, but they are, after all, assisting in the pursuit. If they are detained by our own people now, it will delay the golden time to capture the real culprit. What if that crazy woman goes to the downtown area and kills a few more people..."

Wei Donghai paused, then lowered his voice slightly: "Who will take responsibility for this?"

"Besides, as you know, we had some 'tacit understanding' regarding that first case. If we let our subordinates investigate too deeply now and uncover things that shouldn't be in the light of day..."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

This is a blatant act of binding and threatening.

Wei Donghai didn't urge him, but waited quietly.

After a long silence, Sun Qiming's tired and hoarse voice came through: "...I understand, Chairman Wei. Tell your men to keep things quiet and not make things difficult for me."

"Thank you, Director Sun. I'll have Zhao Cheng deliver 'that gift' to your residence another day."

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The standoff continues on the third floor of the convention center.

Zhou Ming's baton remained locked on Iron Hand.

"Put down your weapons! This is the last warning!"

Iron Hand remained expressionless, even putting his hands in his pockets. His fearless attitude fueled Zhou Ming's anger.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

"Zhou Ming! Put down the baton!"

A sharp shout broke the deadlock.

Zhou Ming turned his head in disbelief and saw Sun Qiming striding towards him, his face ashen.

"Director Sun! This group of people is suspected of..."

"I told you to put down your baton!" Sun Qiming rushed up to Zhou Ming and grabbed his arm. "You're a policeman, not a bandit! Pointing weapons at helpful citizens who are assisting with the investigation—what kind of behavior is that!"

"A concerned citizen?!" Zhou Ming's eyes widened as he pointed at the mess on the ground and the group of fully armed men in black. "Director Sun, look at what they're holding! Is this the equipment a concerned citizen should have? Lin Zhenghua died under mysterious circumstances, and these people were right there. They might very well..."

"That's enough!"

Sun Qiming abruptly interrupted him, his eyes darting away but his tone firm, "These are comrades from the Wei Group's security department. They came here specifically to protect Dr. Lin after receiving a tip! Now that Dr. Lin has been murdered and the killer is on the run, that's the most important thing!"

He took a deep breath and practically roared, "Now, immediately, let them go! Let them assist with the outer search! We already don't have enough manpower; do we want to waste time here?!"

Zhou Ming stared intently at Sun Qiming.

He saw compromise in his boss's eyes, and he also saw the rotten web of vested interests.

A tremendous sense of powerlessness washed over him, almost overwhelming him.

He got it.

In the face of this massive behemoth of capital, the law is nothing more than a piece of waste paper that can be crumpled up at any time.

Even though he witnessed the girl pass through the wall with his own eyes, and even though he knew that some earth-shattering change might be happening in the world, at this moment, he didn't even have the right to detain a few suspects.

"……yes."

Zhou Ming gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word.

"Release them."

The encirclement dispersed.

Iron Hand gave Zhou Ming a cold look.

With a wave of his hand, he led his men away from the scene without even looking back.

Zhou Ming stood there, watching their disappearing figures, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Someday..."