Wu Heng, his face hidden by a hood and wearing a mask
He walked calmly and confidently towards the entrance of the building.
Against the backdrop of the gathering blood mist, he seemed like an eerie intrusion into reality.
Swine Two was hidden inside the Life Box, with only a fingernail piercing through Wu Heng's skin from the Life Box on his chest, connecting him to reality.
Outside the building, a luxurious red carpet was laid out, with intricate and exquisite patterns, and it was soft and clean.
Wu Heng stepped onto it without hesitation, wearing his marching boots.
Two muddy black footprints were left, enough to drive a germaphobe crazy.
Two pure gold statues stand on either side of the entrance to the Dark Snow Building.
They are the Chaotic Bull and the Wind Element, mythical beasts from the Deep Blue Star, representing strength and confidence.
The statue's facial expression is so lifelike, it seems as if it might come to life at any moment.
After glancing at the statue, Wu Heng raised his head slightly and looked up at the top of the porch.
A huge crystal chandelier hangs there, composed of hundreds of exquisitely cut crystals. Light refracts through the crystals, casting dappled and dazzling light, creating a dreamlike beauty.
On either side of the chandelier, at the corner of the wall, there is a black spherical wide-range camera.
Wu Heng glanced at it indifferently,
Three sparks flew instantly, the crystal chandelier and both cameras shattered, and a strong, acrid smell of burning plastic wire filled the air.
Under the influence of the energy field of the strange wall, the internal wiring of them has been completely burned out.
While Wu Heng was eliminating the security guards at the entrance, some people inside the building had already noticed the anomaly and reacted.
"Stop right there! Don't move!"
Twenty people rushed out from the two passageways on both sides of the lobby on the first floor of the building.
They were all carrying silenced rifles and wearing body-hugging bulletproof vests; it was immediately obvious that these men were all physically strong and skilled fighters.
The group of men stood in two well-trained rows, all pointing their guns at Wu Heng.
Looking back, Wu Heng's predecessor had also passed by this street several times, but he never knew that this seemingly closed-off company actually had such firepower, a level of intimidation that ordinary people could not imagine.
"Sir, who are you? Let's talk this over. We welcome any psychic to visit."
"But we are not afraid of any intruders!" The voice came from behind the two rows of guards.
A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and wearing a black suit walked out with a calm and powerful stride, each step seemingly carrying the confidence of a member of Dark Snow Company.
This middle-aged man stood tall and straight, like a pine tree weathered by the wind, steady and resolute.
His brows exuded fortitude and composure, and a confident smile graced his lips, giving those around him a sense of calm.
"I am Qin Shaotang, the head of the Security Department, a second-tier psychic. If you have any needs, as long as they are not too excessive, we can sit down and talk. Why resort to violence? This is a society governed by law."
Qin Shaotang narrowed his eyes and walked to the front of the line, speaking in a tone that suggested everything was negotiable, but deep down his eyes he was scrutinizing Wu Heng.
He was assessing Wu Heng's identity and abilities, whether he was a lone psychic or a messenger from an opposing force.
The deliberate mention of the word 'rule of law' was also a veiled attack on Wu Heng.
After all, some newcomers, even if they have great strength, are still afraid of these two words, just like a strong buffalo is afraid of a small leopard, even if it just rams its horn and tears the leopard apart.
Wu Heng looked at the head of the security department, and at his right hand, which was hidden by the crease of his right trouser leg and ready to give a signal at any moment. Wu Heng smiled.
"Shall we talk?"
You seem very confident!
"Is it because you're relying on these warriors behind you, pointing guns at you, or because you're wearing Cangyue Cloth Armor under your suit?" Wu Heng's voice was deep and powerful.
"What do you mean!" Upon hearing this, Qin Shaotang's composure shattered instantly.
The instant he turned around, countless bullets blasted into his body.
The Cangyue Cloth Armor has excellent bulletproof capabilities. Qin Shaotang rolled on the spot, which avoided being riddled with bullets, but his neat suit instantly became wrinkled.
He managed to protect his head in time, but half of his ear was smashed, and blood flowed down, staining half of his face red.
The guard at the front, with a dazed look in his eyes, walked to the door, took out his access card, and opened the beautifully decorated bulletproof glass door.
Wu Heng walked gracefully through the gate, like a distinguished guest who had been invited.
Injured by his own men, Qin Shaotang angrily waved his hand, summoning a fireball the size of a basketball. The fireball exploded, splattering onto the surrounding guards and burning like white phosphorus bombs.
Another five-meter-long fire serpent was manipulated by him and coiled towards the remaining guards.
The flames, like a raging beast, licked the air, making a whooshing sound, and their orange-red light illuminated the surroundings.
The people burned by the flames groaned in pain, their skin charred black by the flames, their clothes instantly ignited and turned to ashes that scattered in the air.
Flames danced wildly on the guards' bodies.
But some of them, however, looked pleased and frantically pounced on Qin Shaotang, unleashing their decades of punching power upon him.
Qin Shaotang dodged in horror, continuing to unleash streaks of flame.
Because of his constant use of psionic energy, his skin had turned crimson, like a volcano about to erupt, with steam rising from his head and his lips cracked and bleeding.
Given enough time and preparation, even if these ordinary people train for another 60 years, they still cannot withstand a single flame from a psychic.
However, he had already recovered from his injuries; his hands and face were now wounded by arrows.
Although once one awakens to become a psionicist, their physique will automatically transform to the limits of human strength, as long as they are still made of flesh and blood, they still cannot withstand the close-quarters, desperate blows of these trained individuals.
Especially since he was only a second-tier psionicist, there was a huge gap between him and a third-tier one.
The fire alarm in the lobby was triggered by the flames.
Thin streams of water emerged, continuously spraying liquid, but it was utterly ineffective against the intense heat, which far exceeded that of ordinary flames.
Large amounts of hot steam rose, mingling with the smell of burning meat, making the air stuffy and nauseating.
now,
The entire scene seemed to have transformed into a painting of hell.
Flames, pain, pleasure, Scream, and fear intertwine to create an unforgettable and terrifying scene.
"Your confidence is so fragile!"
"This is your fear, and I'm giving it back to you now."
Wu Heng manipulated the fear generated within Qin Shaotang, channeling it into Qin Shaotang's brain.
"Hahaha, I'm about to advance to the next level! I'm about to become a third-tier psionicist!" Qin Shaotang was consumed by fear, his eyes glazed over, but he suddenly burst into wild laughter, his initial feigned composure completely vanished.
Streams of material energy surged within his body.
Immediately following It Comes a terrified scream:
"No, save me! How could this happen? I'm about to take over the company! I can't die!"
Qin Shaotang looked at himself in horror; his skin, already as red as a branding iron, was gradually cracking.
Immediately afterwards, a liquid resembling both tomato juice and lava was squeezed out from under the skin of the back of the hand with a "plop".
Like a pimple that has been popped.
Qin Shaotang hurriedly pressed his hand against the broken back of his hand, trying to make it heal.
In his view, the company's general manager Wu Zhan, had been summoned to the 'node,' and whether he could return safely was another matter entirely. As long as he could advance to the third rank, he could not only be temporarily exempted from the summons but also rise to a higher position.
I just can't understand why, when it was supposed to be an advancement, it suddenly turned into a loss of psionic control.
Although he pressed down on the leak on the back of his hand, it was like a leaky bag; the leaks grew larger and more numerous, and orange-red liquid kept oozing from all over his body, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
He was like a melting ice cream, dripping onto the ground, turning into a pool of molten lava-like liquid in less than twenty seconds.
Even the glass-like floorboards were completely burned through.
When Qin Shaotang cried for help, Wu Heng had already started walking towards the elevator on the second floor. The luxurious decoration of the lobby made him feel unreal.
These people, so weak and incapable of creating value, are able to occupy such magnificent space.
That's a really strange thing.
A bloodcurdling Scream It Comes from behind Wu Heng.
Those were people who had survived being burned alive, and after he dispelled the trickery of the Swine Two, these people let out their last cry.
Accompanying this was a surge of fear directed at Wu Heng.
Wu Heng felt like he was doing business or investing in the stock market.
Each time, he projects out the power of fear and reaps even more fear in return. If he encounters someone with a strong will, he might even lose money.
With a ding-dong sound, Wu Heng entered the office area on the second floor.
Unlike the 24-hour on-call guard force on the first floor,
The people on this floor are all daytime employees; since it's the middle of the night, there are no employees here.
Only at the front desk was there a woman yawning.
In such buildings, the receptionist position would naturally be filled by women who are attractive enough.
The woman in front of me was clearly dressed and made up with great care, looking fresh, natural, and radiant.
"Brother Tan, what brings you to the second floor? Are you here to chat with me? Hehe!"
When the woman saw Wu Heng walk out of the elevator, she asked him in a clear, slightly coquettish voice, as if her voice naturally carried a sense of fragility.
"How is this building structured?" Wu Heng asked directly, without wasting any time.
The woman's eyes had completely lost their sparkle.
It seemed as if Wu Heng in front of him was the Minister of State Security Qin Shaotang, and he didn't even sense that something was wrong with why Qin Shaotang would ask such a strange question.
A tired, decorative woman who can navigate this kind of shady, semi-legal company may have high emotional intelligence, but her mental resilience is extremely weak.
This woman was now completely under Wu Heng's control, trapped in a hypnotic state that was neither dream nor reality, devoid of any logic.
Now, she would do anything for him, even die, without the slightest hesitation.
"The second floor is the daily office floor, the third floor is a trap, the fourth floor is the entertainment area, and the fifth floor is the rest area."
"The sixth and seventh floors are unused, and the sixth and a half floor is used as prison cells."
"The eighth floor is the data room, and only you and the general manager can go up to the ninth floor. It's said that all the valuable items are there!" the woman replied as if she were talking in her sleep.
Wu Heng was surprised that this woman, who was just a receptionist, knew so much, even about things like mezzanine cells.
"How many people are still in the company? How many are psychics?" Wu Heng continued to ask.
"Currently, the only ordinary people here are myself, the two information security Engineer on the 8th floor, and the security guard on the 1st floor."
"Sir, due to the General Manager's request while he was away, you have all been staying in the building. Besides you, there are five other Tier 1 psychics. They should all be in the lounge on the fifth floor."
Having heard this, Wu Heng had a basic understanding of the situation inside the building.
He nodded and said:
"Okay, I got it. Go to the third floor, I'll come find you in a bit."
The woman walked into the elevator in a daze and pressed the button for the third floor.
After Wu Heng walked around the second floor, he put the visitor registration book into his Life Box, took the elevator back to the second floor, and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
This is what the woman referred to as the lounge for first-tier psychics.
The other party arranged for him to be on the fifth floor, clearly to conveniently monitor the prison cells on the sixth and a half-story mezzanine.
Standing in the small, enclosed elevator, Wu Heng suddenly listened intently, his gaze sharpening as he looked towards the upper diagonal.
"Ding-dong!"
The moment the elevator doors opened, bursts of ice, electricity, and shockwaves erupted as crystalline blades shot towards the elevator.
However, as the elevator doors opened, a thick steel plate, resembling an isolation door, blocked the elevator exit.
All attacks were blocked.
The cold froze the steel, and the crystalline blade pierced through the two-inch-thick steel plate, the vibrations blasting cracks into it like ice.
Bang!
The shattered steel was pushed aside and shot towards the four first-tier psionicists at the fifth-floor entrance.
"Are you rebelling?" A furious shout rang out, completely stunning the four men.
"Minister!"
"It was Jiang Xing. His psychic abilities detected the commotion on the first floor and he said you've been killed."
The four people stammered as a young man dressed in casual clothes hurriedly emerged from behind the partition wall.
But what greeted them was a blazing fire.
The orange-red flames burst open, burning the five people until they screamed in agony. Their skin shrank and curled up like burnt plastic bags, turning black.
After a strange fluctuation disappeared, the five dying people saw the true identity of the person in front of them: a man in black wearing a hood and a mask.
Where are the ministers now?!
A searing pain shot through them. They looked down and saw their own charred bodies being burned. The minister's flames were clearly fake.
"How is that possible!"
These five individuals, known as psionicists, are dead.
There was no steel plate, no flame, and certainly no Minister of Security Qin Shaotang, from beginning to end.
"A psionicist with hearing abilities? Sorry, my hearing is also quite sensitive!" Wu Heng said casually.
He merely exploited the five men's fear of Qin Shaotang to turn the tables on them.
Out of fear, the five people developed burns on their bodies and were burned to death in the cool midnight air.
Wu Heng stepped forward and used his Siphon ability.