Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

A black opening to a tunnel appeared ahead.

The light and shadow on the window suddenly dimmed.

The light strips on the tunnel walls formed a flowing beam of light, and the window glass became a blurry mirror, reflecting the little girl's disappointed face.

She was still clinging to the window, gazing at the darkness that had turned into a rocky wall.

The tunnel was short, and after a dozen seconds, light returned.

Outside the window, fields, forests, and telephone poles rushed past.

The running figure disappeared.

The little girl's shoulders slumped, she pouted, hugged the plush rabbit back to her arms, and absentmindedly stroked the rabbit's cracked ears.

The video time jumps to 06:49.

The little girl looked down and played with the rabbit.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear something and looked up in confusion.

"Boom, boom."

A very light tapping sound came from the car window.

She turned her face in surprise.

The figure appeared again outside the window.

This time he was even closer, right outside the carriage, almost parallel to the window.

He continued running, keeping pace with the high-speed train. The strong wind blew his black hair back, revealing his clear eyebrows and eyes.

It was a very young face, with eyes as calm as a deep pool, staring at the little girl through the glass.

He raised his left hand, holding a small bouquet of flowers.

The flowers are common roadside wildflowers, small pale purple and white blossoms interspersed with a few emerald green grass leaves.

The flowers were covered with undried morning dew, and under the sunlight shining through the car window, each dewdrop looked like a tiny diamond, refracting a dazzling light.

He gently pressed the bouquet against the car window and held it there for two seconds.

Then let go.

The bouquet was not left behind.

A gentle yet precise force traveled through the glass, firmly "pressing" the bouquet of flowers onto the outside of the window.

The resilience of the wild grass stems and leaves allows them to bend slightly, forming a natural arc, as if they were naturally growing there.

After making this gesture, the figure waved again.

Then, he slowed down.

The high-speed train continued forward, slowly leaving him behind.

The last few frames of the video show him standing on the grass beside the railway tracks, his figure getting smaller and smaller until he becomes a black dot and disappears into the horizon where the morning mist meets the fields.

On the train window, a bunch of wildflowers, glistening with dew, clung quietly, swaying slightly with the high-speed train.

The little girl knelt on the seat, her small hands gently touching the outlines of the petals through the glass, her smile brighter than the sunrise outside the window.

The video ends.

The screen dimmed, returning to its initial black state.

The analysis room was completely silent.

The technician unconsciously softened his breathing. He stared at his control panel, his fingers hovering above the keyboard, not daring to touch it.

Commander Zhou maintained his posture of supporting himself on the back of the chair, his shoulders even straighter than before.

The man sitting in the middle had little expression on his face, but the contours of his jawline were slightly tightened.

He stared at the now-darkened screen for a few seconds, and after a long while, he finally spoke, his voice even deeper than before:

"next."

[Video Clip 02 | Source: "Old Flavor" Home-Style Restaurant in Y City, security cameras installed by the owner (back kitchen and front dining area)]

时间标注：10月26日，晚间20:03至20:41。

The screen is divided into two sections, left and right.

To the left is the kitchen, with greasy floor tiles, a worktable piled with clutter, a large aluminum basin, and a stainless steel basin.

To the right is the front hall, with four or five tables, simple decorations, and dim lighting.

The first few seconds were calm.

In the left-hand view, the proprietress is cooking in front of the stove, while the proprietress is standing next to two basins, handling something.

On the right, two tables of guests are having a meal.

At 20:05, a figure lifted the curtain and rushed into the kitchen.

The conflict broke out without warning.

The figure—whose face was obscured—walked straight toward the two large basins.

A few seconds later, the owner and his wife rushed over and tried to snatch and shove the item.

His figure stood ramrod straight.

When the boss reached for his collar, he simply raised his left hand and casually brushed it aside.

The movement looked light, but the boss's thick arm swung outwards as if it had hit a high-speed spinning iron rod, causing him to lose his balance and stumble towards the stove.

The proprietress screamed and lunged at him, grabbing at his face with both hands.

His figure shifted to the side, and his right leg seemed to move extremely slightly.

"boom!"

The proprietress flew through the air and crashed into the food preparation table piled high with dishes, shattering them all over the floor.

She collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

The entire process takes no more than three seconds.

The attack by the two adults was dismantled like a child's tantrum.

The figure grabbed the aluminum basin and strode towards the lobby.

The boss struggled to his feet and grabbed the rolling pin from the cutting board.

The figure didn't even turn around.

He simply raised his left hand and grabbed behind him.

The movements were so precise, as if they had been practiced hundreds of times.

Spread your fingers, then close them to grip the middle of the rolling pin, and then gently pull it out.

The rolling pin was in his hands.

The boss remained rooted to the spot, still waving his arms.

He glanced at the wooden rolling pin in his hand, then flicked his wrist.

"Click".

The rolling pin broke in two, the cut surfaces jagged, and sawdust fell down in a flurry.

The proprietress was stunned, her mouth agape. The fierce look on the boss's face instantly turned to fear, and he turned to run away.

The figure reached out and grabbed the back of the boss's collar.

More accurately, it should be "lift".

With his arms raised smoothly, the boss's 160-170 pound body was lifted up like a sack of flour, his feet off the ground, and he was futilely kicking in the air.

And so, the boss was brought to the dining hall.

A dozen seconds later, the proprietress was also arrested.

What followed was about two minutes of dialogue and explanation...

The next scene made the atmosphere in the analysis room even more tense.

The figure pinched one of the boss's back molars with his thumb and forefinger.

No tools, no levers, just two fingers.

He paused for about half a second, seemingly sensing the location, and then—

A pinch, a twist, a pull.

The movements were as fluid as pulling a radish out of the ground.

A white tooth, stained with blood, was removed from the mouth.

The boss's body convulsed violently, emitting muffled screams that were muffled by his mouth. His legs kicked wildly, but the hand pressed against the back of his neck remained as steady as a rock, completely still.

The tooth was carelessly tossed aside, making a soft "click" sound.

Then, his finger moved to the next one.

Same actions, same efficiency.

The second tooth was removed.

The boss's struggles weakened, turning into intermittent groans.

In the video, all the guests in the lobby froze; some covered their mouths, while others turned their heads away, unable to watch.

The technician couldn't help but look away, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Commander Zhou gripped the back of the chair even tighter with his hands.

The muscles on the man sitting in the middle couldn't help but twitch.

The video continued playing, recording a series of follow-up events, including refunds, online loans, and a waiter being slapped and then running off to sweep the floor.

When the final image froze on the deliveryman's back as he pushed open the door and left, the technician pulled up the analysis report and projected it onto one side of the screen.

"Preliminary strength analysis indicates that the target individual's static load on a single arm exceeds 300 kilograms, and the instantaneous explosive force cannot be calculated using existing civilian equipment models. The hand-grip pinching and twisting force... is at least thirty to fifty times that of a professional strongman champion. Abnormal finger bone density and tendon strength suggest..."

"That's enough," the man in the middle interrupted him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Next,” he said.

[Video Clip 03 | Source: Compilation of multiple surveillance footage (Transportation Department dormitory area, Expressway Headquarters Square, roads surrounding the Administrative Center)]

时间标注：10月26日，凌晨01:40至02:25。

The screen is divided into four small sections, synchronized with the timeline.

Top left: CCTV footage of the main gate of the Transport Department's dormitory area.

The image quality is very poor, with a lot of static, but you can clearly see the moment a black motorcycle rushes into the yard, and then frantically circles and drifts in the open space in front of the building.

Even with noise reduction treatment, the engine's roar was still jarring.

People were moving about, lights were on in the windows, and the faint outline of a child crying could be seen.

Top right: CCTV footage of the main square of the Kuaiban General Headquarters, high definition.

A fluorescent orange motorcycle drove into the frame, rampaging through the dormitory area for a full ten laps, then circled the solemn office building twice before stopping next to the stone lion.

The driver got off the bike, took off his helmet and hung it on the bike, turned around and left with a calm gait.

The whole process took less than two minutes.

Bottom left: A high-definition camera on the west side of a compound.

A silver-gray motorcycle roared past, twisting its throttle and unleashing a thunderous roar from its exhaust pipe every time it passed those small apartment buildings.

The sound waveform was extracted separately by audio analysis software, showing that the peak volume exceeded 120 decibels—equivalent to the noise of a jet taking off.

Bottom right: Another large courtyard.

Yes, this is a villa.

The four frames played simultaneously created an eerie symphony: the roar of engines, the screeching of tires, the clamor of crowds, and the sirens of police cars in the dead of night...