I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Time passed by, second by second.

The parking lot was unusually quiet, with only the continuous hum of the air conditioner and the occasional faint broadcast from afar.

Luo Fei leaned back in his seat, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing even, looking as if he were truly asleep.

But Chu Yue knew he wasn't asleep, because his fingers were tapping lightly on the armrest, one tap after another.

3:40.

Chu Yue glanced at her phone screen and gently patted Luo Fei's arm.

"Luo Fei, it's almost time."

Luo Fei opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, showing no signs of grogginess from just waking up.

He sat up straight, moved his neck, and his joints made a faint "crackling" sound.

The two got out of the car and went down the stairs from the underground parking lot to the ground floor.

The sunlight was extremely bright.

The train station square was bustling with people: some dragging suitcases, some carrying bags, some holding children's hands, and some checking navigation on their phones. Everyone had their own direction and pace.

No one knows what will happen here in a dozen minutes.

Luo Fei stood at the entrance of the waiting hall, his gaze sweeping across the entire square.

In the distance, several uniformed special police officers were patrolling, with riot shields on their backs and batons in their hands. Their steps were uniform and orderly, like a moving wall.

Further away, the armed police post stood there, with the armed police officers inside standing tall and straight, their rifles resting diagonally on their shoulders, their eyes watching the crowd warily.

Everything seemed so normal.

Time passed slowly.

3:45...3:55.

The square was getting more and more crowded, presumably because a train was about to start boarding, and people were pouring into the waiting hall entrance from all directions.

Long queues formed in front of the security checkpoint, with five lines winding and twisting like five slowly wriggling snakes.

Luo Fei stood by a pillar at the entrance of the waiting hall, with Chu Yue standing to his right. Both of them remained silent.

Luo Fei's eyes searched the crowd carefully again and again.

Three fifty-seven.

Chu Yue's hand suddenly moved.

She lightly touched Luo Fei's arm with her elbow; the movement was very subtle, but Luo Fei noticed it immediately.

He followed Chu Yue's gaze and saw two people coming down the stairs.

A man and a woman, both wearing black face masks and light gray sun-protective clothing, with their hats pulled low, making it difficult to see their faces.

Their hands were in their pockets, but their gait was somewhat unusual; their shoulders were tense, and their steps were hurried, neither as leisurely as ordinary travelers nor as anxious as those rushing to catch their way.

Luo Fei's gaze fell on their hands.

In their other hand, they each held a long, rectangular object wrapped in a cloth bag, with strips of cloth tied around their palms. It was impossible to tell exactly what it was, but judging from its shape, length, and how it was held, it was likely a machete.

A gust of wind blew by, making their sun-protective clothing cling tightly to their bodies, revealing rings of hard bulges on their skin, like something wrapped around their waists—bombs.

Luo Fei remained silent.

Chu Yue had already picked up the walkie-talkie, her lips almost touching the microphone, her voice extremely low.

"Attention all groups, two targets are coming down the stairs, a man and a woman, wearing masks and gray sun-protective clothing, carrying machetes and suspected explosive devices, and are about to reach the security checkpoint."

A few brief replies came through the walkie-talkie.

"receive."

Soon, Chu Yue and Luo Fei also discovered the other groups of targets.

"Two men were found in the square, wearing black T-shirts and face masks."

"There are two people queuing at security checkpoint number one, both wearing baseball caps."

"Two people at security checkpoint number three, wearing masks and carrying black backpacks."

It was ultimately confirmed that there were eight people in total. They were divided into four groups and lined up at four different security checkpoints.

Luo Fei's fists clenched involuntarily.

Chu Yue's voice rang out again.

"Attention all personnel, target locked. Each person, focus on your assigned target and await my commands. Move swiftly and precisely, giving them no time to react. The primary objective is to eliminate them. Absolutely no opportunity for them to detonate. Sniper team, to prevent friendly fire incidents, do not fire unless absolutely necessary."

One "Received" after another came through the walkie-talkie.

Four o'clock sharp.

The security checkpoint line moved forward a little, and two people at one of the checkpoints had already moved to the middle of the line, with seven or eight people still ahead of the security scanner.

The man and woman exchanged a glance, and almost simultaneously pulled the cloth bag off their machetes, preparing to swing them.

Chu Yue's voice suddenly rang out: "Make your move!"

The four security checkpoints acted almost simultaneously.

A young man in a security guard uniform suddenly moved.

He pulled his hand out from behind him, holding a black pistol, the muzzle steadily pointed at the man's head.

Without the slightest hesitation or warning, he pulled the trigger.

"puff."

The sound was not loud, and was suppressed by the muffler, blending into the noise of the crowd, making it almost indistinguishable.

The man's body stiffened for a moment, then he collapsed completely.

Before the woman next to her could turn her head, another young man in plain clothes rushed over from the side, covering her mouth with one hand and pressing a gun against her temple with the other.

"puff."

Her body went limp, and the two fell together, blood flowing from their heads and spreading across the light gray ground like two blooming dark red flowers.

Another security checkpoint.

Two men wearing black T-shirts were in the middle of the first line.

A middle-aged man dressed as a cleaner pushed a cleaning cart past the two men. As he passed the two men, he pulled his hand out from under the cart and revealed a gun in his hand.

"Pfft pfft."

Two gunshots rang out, less than half a second apart.

The two men fell almost simultaneously, their machetes clashing against the ground with a crisp metallic clang.

An older woman nearby let out a scream, but was quickly covered by a woman in casual clothes.

"Don't shout, we're the police."

The woman's eyes widened, and she nodded repeatedly, but her legs were still trembling.

Security checkpoint number four.

Two men wearing baseball caps were at the back of the line.

They seemed to have sensed something, and one of them turned around and saw a young man in a hoodie approaching them.

His eyes widened instantly, and his hand shot into his pocket.

"puff."

The young man in the hoodie had a faster gun.

The bullet entered between his eyebrows, and his body fell backward, crashing into his companion behind him.

Before his companion could react, a second shot was fired, hitting him squarely in the temple.

The two of them fell onto each other on the floor of the waiting room.

At security checkpoint number three, there were two men carrying black backpacks.

They were at the very front of the line, just two steps away from the security scanner.

A middle-aged man in a suit, carrying a briefcase, walked past them. The briefcase blocked the view of the others. His hand emerged from under the briefcase, and the muzzle of his gun was pointed at the lower back of the person closest to him.

"puff."

The man fell forward, his face slamming heavily to the ground, his nose breaking, and blood seeping from under his mask.

The other man had just turned around when a young man rushed in from the side and kicked him in the back of the knee. He fell to his knees with a thud, and before he could even cry out, a gun was already pressed against the back of his head.

"puff."

Eight people, four security checkpoints, all collapsed and died on the spot in less than three seconds.

The waiting room erupted in chaos.

Screams, cries, and chaotic footsteps mingled together as the crowd scattered and fled like a hornet's nest that had been disturbed.

Some people rushed towards the door, some ran inside, some crouched on the ground and ran away with their heads covered, and some held their children and desperately hid in a corner.

The suitcase was kicked over, the backpack was trampled flat, and the water cup rolled around on the ground, making a "glug glug" sound.

The members of the Hunter Blade team began to take control of the situation.

The young man in the security guard uniform raised his hand and shouted, "Don't panic! Don't run! We are police officers! The criminal has been shot dead! Please evacuate in an orderly manner!"

His voice was loud enough to drown out the screams of the crowd, but people couldn't hear him at all and continued running frantically.

Fear is not something that can be easily quelled with a few words of encouragement.

Chu Yue stood at the entrance of the waiting hall, a walkie-talkie to her mouth, giving instructions in an orderly manner.

"Each team will clear the area, confirm that all targets are dead, and check for any remaining explosive devices. Special police and armed police will enter the area to maintain order, evacuate the crowd, and prevent stampedes. The sniper team will remain on alert."

Luo Fei stood beside her, but his gaze did not linger on the fallen terrorists.

He was observing the crowd, the people running, screaming, and panicking.

His gaze swept across the terrified faces.

A thought flashed through my mind: there were only eight terrorists, and they were carrying homemade explosives, so the explosives shouldn't be too powerful.

Given the reaction speed of the special police and armed police, they should be able to arrive at the scene and control the situation quickly. Even if they detonate all the bombs, it shouldn't cause the hundreds of casualties mentioned by the system.

He made a discovery very quickly.

In the crowd, a thin figure was walking quickly in another direction of the waiting hall.

He walked quickly but calmly, his goal seemingly very clear.

He was dressed in dark clothes, without a mask, with a thin face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes.

He was pulling two suitcases, one large and one small, their wheels rolling on the ground with a dull "gurgling" sound.

Unlike the other tourists, he wasn't panicked. His face showed no fear or tension, but rather a ferocious expression.

Luo Fei's gaze fell on his hands.

He loosened one hand from the handle of his suitcase, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a square object.

The thing was black, about the size of a palm, and had a white button on it.

His thumb was already on the button, his fingertip pressing down a little, the button sinking slightly, but not yet touching the bottom.

At the same time, a muffled gunshot rang out from above the waiting hall.

The sniper team also spotted the man and fired to stop him from pressing the detonator.

Luo Fei also moved.

His figure vanished from the waiting hall entrance in an instant, and the next second, he appeared behind the thin figure. With a thought, he first put the two suitcases into his ring.

At the same time, he extended his left hand to catch a sniper bullet that could harm civilians.

He grabbed the hand holding the detonator with his right hand, his five fingers gripping the other's wrist like steel bars, and then he squeezed hard.

"Click."

The sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the screams around them.

The hand looked as if it had been crushed by a hydraulic press; the bones were shattered, the muscles were flattened, and the detonator slipped from between the fingers.

Luo Fei caught it with his left hand, preventing it from falling to the ground.

The man opened his mouth to shout, but Luo Fei's right hand had already moved from his wrist to his neck, his five fingers clamped together, tightly gripping his throat.

The sound effect got stuck in my throat, and all I could hear was a "gurgling" sound.

Luo Fei looked at him.

That thin, ferocious, and twisted face was right in front of me, its eyes bloodshot, reflecting Luo Fei's calm and indifferent face.

"You can't press it anymore."

Luo Fei's voice wasn't loud; only that person could hear it.

After he finished speaking, he gradually increased the pressure on his hand.

In that person's eyes, ferocity gradually turned into fear, and fear then turned into despair.

Luo Fei loosened his neck.

It wasn't out of kindness, but because he no longer needed to pinch him.

The man's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground. His right hand was mangled, his fingers twisted and stretched out in different directions like a broken tree branch.

Chu Yue ran over, holding a gun with the muzzle pointing downwards, but ready to be raised at any moment.

She glanced at the person lying on the ground, then at the detonator in Luo Fei's hand, and her expression changed slightly.

"There's one more?"

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Luo Fei handed her the detonator and released two suitcases.

"He hid in the crowd and only came out after you made your move. If you hadn't spotted him, he would have detonated the explosives when the crowd was at its densest."

Chu Yue took the detonator and carefully placed it into a blast-proof bag.

She took a deep breath, looked at Luo Fei, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

She simply nodded, then turned around and began directing the cleanup of the scene.

Luo Fei stood in the waiting hall.

All around were running crowds, fallen corpses, scattered luggage, and broken water glasses.

In the distance, the sound of sirens grew louder as police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks arrived from all directions.