Ten thousand meters up, above the clouds.
Death bared its fangs.
An AGM-114 Hellfire air-to-ground missile detached from its mount, scorching exhaust blazing from its tail. At a terrifying three times the speed of sound, it screamed downward like a spear of judgment piercing the heavens!
On the street below.
Chen Lin, who had just blown apart an armored vehicle with a single shot, abruptly froze.
He snapped his head up.
His gaze pierced the smoke and fixed on the azure sky.
Without warning, a sense of mortal danger powerful enough to freeze his soul seized his heart!
This was not the fear a mortal felt in the face of danger.
It was the instinctive shudder of a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining, his spiritual perception honed through countless trials, before the purest, most absolute killing force in the world!
Not a sniper rifle.
A missile!
One of the most advanced instruments of destruction this technological civilization could produce!
There was absolutely no evading it by conventional means!
Even if he moved like a phantom, he could not outrun a metal storm traveling at three times the speed of sound.
Yet there was no panic on Chen Lin's smoke-stained face.
Not even a trace of concern.
In its place was an increasingly cold, almost deranged indifference.
Faced with certain death, he displayed the ultimate composure and decisiveness of the truly powerful!
Open.
He spoke the word silently in his mind.
The next second.
A black portal that seemed capable of swallowing all light silently opened before him.
Chen Lin did not hesitate.
At the very instant the missile bearing overwhelming destructive force was about to strike his head, he stepped inside.
His figure vanished instantly from the Washington street steeped in fire and blood.
An instant later.