A Trial Run

(The following content is graphic. If you're uncomfortable with gore, or dislike dark themes and battle scenes, please skip these two chapters.)

After killing the first drug dealer, Death One didn't stop. While the others were still stunned, he burst toward them. The dealers were in a long corridor, and without thinking, they had formed two lines, standing two abreast.

Death One was faster than any ordinary person. His explosive speed was already comparable to that of the country's top athletes.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the next drug dealer. He swung his military saber and spun around, slicing the two men at the front clean through the waist! Their upper and lower halves were connected by only a little skin and flesh. If the saber hadn't been so short, the two might have been cut completely in half.

Death One swept past the two "corpses" and charged onward. The remaining four dealers knew that retreat meant death, so they decided to fight. They frantically swung their weapons and rushed at him. Death One didn't try to block them head-on. He planted one foot on the ground and sprang into the air, twisting sharply to his left. The momentum sent him spinning a full three hundred and sixty degrees.

By then, his crossed arms had risen to the dealers' neck level. As he spun, the heads of the two nearest dealers flew away in a spray of blood.

"Ugh!" Tang Shizhe, watching the whole thing through Death One's eyes in completely uncensored detail, couldn't help gagging. It was just too gruesome. Scenes like this were common in movies, but he knew they were fake.

Now, he was seeing these people die beneath Death One's blade with his own eyes!

Death One, however, felt no discomfort. He had no emotions and no thoughts; he was nothing more than a walking weapon.

A flash of blades, and the last two drug dealers' heads fell to the ground. Their headless bodies even remained frozen in the act of swinging their weapons.

Death One spun and kicked a walkie-talkie that was about to slip from a dealer's hand, sending it into the corridor's security camera.

Amid a burst of sparks, the walkie-talkie smashed the dome-shaped camera to pieces.

In the fourth-floor security room, five drug dealers dressed in black saw their side losing. Cursing, they ran to a corner of the room.

They had thought the dealers downstairs would quickly take care of the intruder. They hadn't expected their whole group to be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, didn't think we'd run into a tough one. Guess I have to get my hands dirty," the leader cursed.

"I won't answer to Wang if I don't beat him into a pulp!"

"Fuck!"

They pried up the wooden floorboards in the corner, revealing three pistols wrapped in oil paper underneath.

"I refuse to believe he can dodge bullets!" one of the dealers spat viciously onto the floor.

Of the five drug dealers, two carried riot shields in their left hands and knives in their right, charging at the front. The leader and the other two followed behind with pistols.

Death One had no idea that another five-man squad was charging toward him.

After searching the third-floor office, he found the promissory notes in a locked drawer. It seemed the dealers were so confident in the security of their place that they hadn't even locked these important documents in a safe!

Perhaps they thought no one could ever take anything from them. Their overconfidence worked in Tang Shizhe's favor: Death One easily found the promissory notes and documents. Otherwise, he would have had to spend extra effort cracking a safe.

At Tang Shizhe's command, Death One picked up a lighter from a nearby desk and set all the promissory notes on fire. He also ignited everything else nearby that could burn.

The women in the building had already escaped in the chaos, so Tang Shizhe could let Death One set the place ablaze without worry. The fire would destroy most of the evidence.

As time passed, the flames grew larger and larger, threatening to burn the entire room to ash.

"Damn it, those are our promissory notes!" The five dealers, now on the third floor, saw smoke pouring from the room and flew into a rage.

Those documents weren't just ordinary promissory notes. They served a far more sinister purpose!

They had been using usurious loans as cover, secretly imprisoning women who couldn't repay their debts and injecting them with drugs. The women quickly became desperate for their next fix.

Once that happened, the dealers could do whatever they wanted with them. Some of the older women could even be put to work transporting drugs!

And the young, beautiful ones—

"Don't be scared! Charge in and kill him!" the drug lord shouted from behind the five dealers, having come up from the fifth floor.

Death One, standing several meters from the dealers, could already see the drug lord's spit flying everywhere as he yelled.

"Ah!" The two dealers with shields and military knives charged at Death One. Behind them, the other three aimed their pistols—already fitted with silencers—through the gap between the two men in front.

Death One accelerated at the same moment, pushing hard off his left leg and launching himself into the air, his foot landing on the wall.

Tang Shizhe had learned this move from movies, along with Tang Yi and the others. It was almost impossible to pull off in real life, but for Death One, whose body coordination was maxed out, it was as easy as breathing.

Death One kicked repeatedly against the wall, soaring into the air. He tucked his body in and crossed his two military knives in front of his chest.

The two dealers hadn't expected their enemy to fly over their heads. They froze for a moment, then started to turn around. By then, the two knives in Death One's hands had already slashed diagonally across their necks.

The angle wasn't enough to sever their heads, but the fatal cuts that ran from their necks down to their chests were more than enough to make them bleed to death.

The instant Death One landed, he heard three muffled gunshots. The three dealers had reacted a little too slowly, and their bullets hit the spot where Death One had been in midair. He was already curled up on the ground!

After rolling forward once, Death One easily dodged the bullets, which passed more than a meter away from him. He swung his military knives at the three shooters, quickly dispatching them.

The drug lord was dumbstruck. He'd never imagined he'd see someone so insanely powerful in real life. It was exactly like watching a movie!

If he'd known the police were this damn powerful now, he would have washed his hands of crime and asked his bosses to transfer him somewhere else!