Don't you feel guilty? (Seeking follow-up, seeking monthly tickets!)

"Planning your route now."

Supply Ship did not waste words. As a member of the intelligence and technical support team, his primary duty was to provide the most comprehensive support possible to those executing missions.

"The firefighting helicopter will arrive in three minutes. It is estimated that Sky Net will regain eighty percent of its visual coverage."

"I will plan the safest route for you during this interval."

However.

Qin Annian looked at the billowing smoke of the building, the terrifying red glow of the fire reflected deep within his eyes.

"I want the fastest route."

"Supply Ship received. Changing route now."

"Based on the map from before the fire, the shortest route has been designed for you."

"Peace Officer Qin, good luck."

Qin Annian switched communication channels, connecting to Ju Zi's network.

[Real-time positioning in progress.]

[Move three hundred meters to the left...]

The alley on the left, illuminated by the intertwining flames of the buildings on both sides, looked like a path leading to purgatory.

Qin Annian checked his gear and said to Zheng Yi:

"Take him and leave now. Leave the supplies."

Zheng Yi knew he couldn't talk him out of it, so he recited a communication channel code:

"This is our assault team's communication channel."

According to protocol, a Peace Officer connecting to an assault team's channel required the approval of the assault team's captain.

This was to prevent the possibility of the assault team's location being leaked and falling into danger during a mission.

However.

The situation was too urgent now, and Zheng Yi could not afford to worry about these regulations.

"If anything happens, you can contact Captain Zheng."

"Hemostatic gel, oral medication, adrenaline..."

Zheng Yi took his own medicine from his medical pouch and handed it to Qin Annian.

"Peace Officer Qin, please be careful."

He hoisted the elderly man, whose breathing was faint, onto his back and headed back.

Qin Annian put on his combat mask, capable of filtering smoke and toxins, and turned to follow the guidance of Ju Zi.

BOOM!

The path he walked was littered with objects deformed by the heat, falling like fireballs; his journey was fraught with danger.

But the faint mental power Qin Annian had cultivated through the Water-Fire Tempering Technique allowed him to dodge these perilous situations in advance every single time.

[Iron Rod Gang is a mid-sized gang in the Old District.]

[Leader Zhao Wang, Life Development Power 17.6, combat power range 40--60.]

Ju Zi broadcasted the information on the Iron Rod Gang to Qin Annian.

[Thirty meters to the right, arrival at Iron Rod Gang headquarters.]

Qin Annian turned into a black shadow, darting through the fire, covering the thirty meters in an instant.

The building before him was a massive warehouse.

A crude perimeter had been set up around it; there was nothing but gravel on the ground, and although the fire was intense, it had not yet spread here.

Furthermore.

The warehouse's overall structure was a giant iron frame, with almost no combustible materials that could sustain a fire.

Perhaps relying on the fire as a natural cover, there were no Iron Rod Gang members standing guard on the perimeter at all.

Qin Annian took the long case off his back and held it in his hand, ready to draw his weapon at any moment, and strode toward the warehouse.

Just as he reached the two-meter-high iron doors, which were only pulled shut, Qin Annian's keen hearing picked up movement inside.

"Don't you like standing in a horse stance?"

"Stand still!"

Along with this came a burst of rampant laughter and the muffled grunt of someone being beaten.

"You joined our Iron Rod Gang, and you still dare to be a double agent?"

"You've got a lot of nerve!"

SMACK!

A crisp sound of a slap echoed, followed by even louder, unrestrained laughter.

"You're still counting on that Peace Officer surnamed Qin?"

"He can barely protect himself right now!"

The words had barely faded.

BOOM!

The iron warehouse door collapsed inward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Under the incandescent lights, the scene inside the warehouse became clearly visible.

Lin Zi'ang was covered in wounds, standing in a horse stance atop two stacks of bricks. His hands were bound and hoisted up; a thick rope ran through a pulley, with the other end looped around the neck of a weathered middle-aged man.

The thirteen-year-old boy had dozens of pounds of sandbags tied to his legs, and the red bricks beneath his feet had been kicked away.

At the moment the door collapsed, Zhao Wang, holding an iron rod, kicked away the bricks beneath Lin Zi'ang.

Gravity transmitted through the pulley, causing the body that had already ceased breathing to be hoisted upward, swaying incessantly in the air.

Seeing this sight.

The killing intent in Qin Annian's heart boiled to the extreme.

"Eh?!"

"A Peace Officer? You're that guy surnamed Qin? You really came here to die?"

Zhao Wang's initially furious expression instantly turned into one of immense surprise.

He looked at Qin Annian as if he were looking at a precious injection that could rapidly increase his vitality, his eyes gradually filling with greed!

The bounty offered by the Cultivation Holders Association was incredibly tempting!

Even just providing information would yield a massive reward.

Furthermore.

They had also provided them with a serum capable of enhancing combat power.

"Attack!"

"Hold him off!"

At Zhao Wang's command, he injected the serum into his body and took the initiative to press forward.

He felt his blood gradually turning scalding hot!

Zhao Wang's eyes turned blood-red, and a hoarse roar erupted from his throat as he lunged at Qin Annian like a wild beast.

Qin Annian was not a bloodthirsty person, and he had never killed anyone during his previous law enforcement duties.

The only exception was that member of the Cultivation Holders Association, but the cause of death was the overload of his modified internal organs, which led to the rapid failure of his other organs, eventually resulting in death.

"Miss Ju Zi, in accordance with the relevant articles of the martial law, I will be using lethal force."

Leaving a record, Qin Annian moved forward with speed that defied his starting position, abruptly lifting his right leg.

Leg Technique: Mountain-Splitting Axe!

BOOM!

A sharp aura gathered on his leg, and the surging airflow outlined the phantom of a giant axe.

A look of horror appeared on Zhao Wang's face as he hastily raised his arms to block in front of him!

CRACK!

The bones in his arms snapped, and then he was struck in the right shoulder.

Immediately following.

This sharp force continued to slam into his shoulder, neck, and collarbone, shattering every bone in its path.

It was only when the sharp, broken bones pierced his internal organs that the crazed Zhao Wang regained his senses.

He stared at Qin Annian as if looking at a terrifying demon, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to say something, but other than blood foam bubbling out, he could not make a sound.

However.

With their leader kicked to death, the rest of the Iron Rod Gang, having injected the serum, continued to charge madly toward Qin Annian.

In their eyes, there was no fear, only madness.

"Contraband drugs?"

Qin Annian stood the deep black long case on the ground and clicked open the mechanical latch.

SWISH!

One of the case's compartments slid forward, revealing a short spear fixed inside.

Qin Annian reached out to grip the shaft and swung it violently forward.

Although he had never practiced spear techniques, the principles of the fist and the spear were connected.

The short spear became an extension of his arm, and he applied the Willow-Bending Fist to it, as if a willow branch were sweeping through the air.

The seemingly gentle force transformed into a terrifying power capable of shattering tendons and breaking bones the moment it made contact with those gang thugs.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Equivalent to three punches thrown, a large swath of people lay on the ground, wailing in agony.

Swish!

The gun-blade swept past.

The thick rope on Lin Zi'ang's hands was severed.

The little boy who had fallen to the ground didn't say a word, stumbling forward as he crawled toward a tall paint bucket filled with water.

He reached out with trembling hands to pull the little girl who had been submerged in the water out, crying out with a sob:

"Niu Niu!"

"Niu Niu! Wake up!"

Seeing this scene, Qin Annian slowly lowered the corpse of the middle-aged man.

He still remembered the image of this man, who ran a breakfast stall in the Old District and had a slick personality, kneeling on the ground and begging to kowtow to him just to ensure he would keep his word.

"Tsk!"

"How touching!"

A mocking voice drifted in from outside the iron gate.

"Peace Officer Qin, they are all suffering like this because of you!"

"Don't you feel guilty?"