According to rumors, a chip was implanted in Wang Yansheng's brain, otherwise there was no way to explain the various uncanny aspects of this old monster.

It was getting more and more chaotic downstairs. The world was never just black and white - for example, no matter what happened or which side was against which side, there would always be a group of teacher's pets trying to fish in troubled waters.

Those dissatisfied with the government, dissenting voices in the military, and even Earth-based terrorists, all jumped in eagerly following the instigators, as if fearing the world would be too peaceful.

The plainclothes officers downstairs were dazzled. The number of target individuals marked on the electronic map quickly increased by an order of magnitude, from sixteen to sixty. Conflicts of various sizes broke out one after another, and over a hundred mouths were reporting all kinds of credible and incredible information.

Anyone else would have gone crazy long ago, only Wang Yansheng remained at ease.

His ability to handle both geniuses and fools was probably the ultimate embodiment of leadership.

Yang Ning looked at him thoughtfully, somewhat understanding why this man's hair had already turned completely white before he reached middle age.

Suddenly, Wang Yansheng's brows furrowed fiercely.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Yansheng: "Something's not right."

He grabbed the walkie-talkie - to avoid causing too much confusion for the commander, the walkie-talkie was generally one-way, meaning Wang Yansheng could use it to transmit messages to subordinates, but those below were only allowed to verbally contact their superiors in the special situation of finding the target individuals.

"Number 006, number 006, please respond if you receive."

Yang Ning struggled to find the 006 light spot among the densely packed little bright dots on the electronic map, and discovered that light spot was circling around the outside of the building labeled "3".

Wang Yansheng did not receive any response, his brows tightening further: "Number 017, number 017, Fu Luo, respond if you hear me."

Suddenly hearing the name of an acquaintance among the numbers, Yang Ning's heart inexplicably jumped.

There was still only silent static from the walkie-talkie. On the electronic map in front of them, the plainclothes officers "017" and "006", along with the two suspected target individuals marked as "3" and "5", were all doing very strange things - circling building number 3.

They each circled on their own, at varying speeds, their trajectories sometimes overlapping but then bizarrely brushing past each other, as if moving to a rhythm where no one paid any attention to anyone else.

The most bizarre thing was, the movement trajectories of all four people were perfect circles, without the slightest deviation, extremely smooth.

If it wasn't a sports track... then the only explanation was that these four people were running while holding compasses.

There were really too many little bright dots moving around on the electronic map. Even with several pairs of eyes watching, no one immediately noticed this uncanny trajectory. On the signal diode array, Fu Luo and that "006" had both been silent for a while.

Wang Yansheng: "Pull up the images around building 3 for me."

The images were calm, the four circling people weren't found, only a few scattered, inconspicuous groups of three or two people, either standing or sitting together.

But a moment later, even Yang Ning, an amateur, saw the problem.

The people in the image were motionless like they were dead. It was a breezy evening, yet the tree branches in the frame didn't move at all.

Even stranger...

Wang Yansheng suddenly asked out of nowhere: "What time do you think this is?"

Yang Ning uncannily understood his meaning and answered without hesitation: "Judging from the angle of the sunlight, probably around 3 p.m."

The image transmitted from the surveillance was... completely still—a photo taken around 3 p.m.!

Just then, Wang Yansheng heard gunshots, a bit far, not very distinct, but coming from the southwest direction, three shots in a row.

"Someone fired a gun." He said in a low voice.

The young soldier operating the equipment beside him looked at him uncomprehendingly - people had been firing guns all afternoon, what was so strange about it?

"Building 3!" Wang Yansheng suddenly opened the general channel and said loudly to everyone who could receive the signal, "I repeat, building number 3, remember your mission requirements, reinforce quickly!"

After saying that, Wang Yansheng turned to Yang Ning: "Colonel Yang, I'm afraid you can't put away your near-ground mech yet."

Yang Ning tapped the brim of his hat, striding to keep up with him while complaining: "If this keeps up, even if it's a special period, my dad will have to give me a demerit to shut everyone up - how did you distinguish the gunshots?"

"Their interstellar spies should already be going for their target. They've completed all six of their steps. If they still fire guns so arrogantly at this point, they risk exposing their position; and my people, in this situation, in order to not make things more chaotic, wouldn't fire without a silencer - the gunshots didn't come from a crowded area, so we can basically rule out most of the other forces trying to take advantage of the chaos... Openly firing was likely a warning shot."

The two spoke as they boarded the aircraft. The aircraft took a sharp dive from the top of the building, going from the rooftop to less than five meters above the ground in the blink of an eye, and began skimming the ground.

The intense weightlessness made Wang Yansheng take an uncomfortable deep breath, but Yang Ning, who spent years mixing in various gravity fields, didn't bat an eye. He took out a special "car key" from his pocket and gave a voice command: "One through six, follow. Everyone else, hold your positions."

Just as the aircraft paused for a moment, several military vehicles on the ground completed a "transformation" at a dazzling speed, effortlessly keeping up with the swift aircraft skimming the ground.

Wang Yansheng looked back through the bulletproof glass and, seeing that row of illegal weapons, couldn't help clicking his tongue: "Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

Yang Ning smiled, neither confirming nor denying. A moment later, he asked: "I saw 017 near building 3 just now, is it possible that your student didn't think it through..."

"That's unlikely," Wang Yansheng sighed. "She took my class; she can recite that little 80-page booklet on 'Emergency Handling of Special Situations' issued by the Military Commission precisely, down to the punctuation marks."

Yang Ning suddenly recalled the scene of Fu Luo giving him a crash course on the rules on the way to No. 23 Signal Station. The corners of his mouth twitched into an ambiguous bitter smile: "...Mm, I believe it, I've already experienced that firsthand."

Emotionally, Fu Luo knew that if Wang Yansheng couldn't be relied on in this world, then no one could be relied on. However, the crisis in reality forced her to think rationally - what if Wang Yansheng didn't understand the signs?

In the mission, when encountering an emergency situation that cannot be handled, the first principle is to "call for support in time, and then forget about having support, do your best to save yourself" - Fu Luo always felt that this paragraph in the general outline was very wise, completely a case version of the ancient Chinese saying "do everything humanly possible and leave the rest to fate."

The little boy sighed in an old-fashioned manner and honestly lay on Fu Luo's shoulder, commenting indifferently, "I think you must be crazy."

Fu Luo had no time to pay attention to him, as the two monsters behind her were chasing her up and down.

She was a person with a tough but not strong character, and a bit of a temper. In such a situation, she generally didn't get hot-headed easily. The advantage was that she always remained calm and objective, while the disadvantage was that her potential was not easily tapped.

At the moment, Fu Luo objectively and calmly commented on the whole situation - with her "inexperienced" junior level, even if two more came, she definitely couldn't beat the other party, and even her weapons and equipment were not as fashionable as theirs. Her only advantage was to rely on her familiarity with the terrain and try her best to escape.

She carried the chatterbox kid, jumped over the third-floor stairs, grabbed the crystal chandelier above with her free hand, and the "laser bullets" followed closely. Amidst the sound of crystal shattering, Fu Luo fell straight to the second-floor cleaning room door. She staggered for a moment to absorb the impact, then rushed in, locked the door, and took a deep breath as she faced the neatly arranged pile of work robots.

The boy asked leisurely, "Are you twenty years old? I think the assassin from the Disabled League outside may have killed more people than you've seen in your entire life."

Fu Luo quickly inputted commands to the robots and took the time to answer, "Is that so? Then I'll keep working hard."

The boy looked at her with a strange expression, "You're very familiar with work robots?"

Fu Luo: "...That's right. I used to repair robots until I enlisted recently."

The boy: "..."

A minute later, the copper-skinned and iron-boned No. 3 violently broke open the door of the cleaning room and was instantly stunned - the work robots densely pressed towards the two people like stacked dolls. It was unknown what went wrong with them. They held tool scissors in their hands but were inputted with the "mopping" command. When pressing down, they were like a row of silly little pawns, neatly thrusting their bayonets in the rhythm of "one, two, one, two"!

The two assassins struggled to break free from these robots that were more trouble than they were worth and only got in the way. They saw at a glance that the cleaning tools by the side door had been pushed aside—she had run out that way!

"No. 3" angrily charged at the door, and "No. 5" suddenly realized something and hurriedly stopped him, "Wait..."

But it was too late. A discarded lighter that someone had thrown in the cleaning room was stuck in the door crack. It was already leaking oil, and when "No. 3" squeezed it with brute force, it exploded directly. The intense heat generated by the friction instantly set the door on fire.

There was an extremely sensitive fire alarm right above the cleaning room. The moment the red light came on, the two pursuers felt something was wrong. Sure enough, a mechanical voice sounded, "Fire alarm, fire alarm, please evacuate all personnel immediately. I repeat, please evacuate all personnel immediately. All elevators are stopped at the nearest floor. Please exit the elevator quickly if you are inside. The elevators will be frozen. Please do not panic..."

Behind the small burning door, a low-key freight elevator was tightly closed, quietly standing opposite them.

No. 5's face visibly darkened.

"I must kill her, I must peel her tendons out."

No. 3 had less seniority than him and seemed to be a little afraid of this No. 5 who could shrink bones. He immediately asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"

"Can't run far," No. 5 gritted his teeth viciously, wiped his eyelid, and a small screen immediately appeared on his eye. "I'll hack into the building's surveillance system and let the pitiful prey struggle for a few more seconds."

The frozen elevator dumped Fu Luo on the sixth floor. She had almost exhausted her strength from the previous escape. The eight or nine-year-old boy looked small but was not light. Until she walked out of the elevator, she felt her legs were soft and her chest hurt in waves.

The boy, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly said, "I didn't expect you to have some quick wits."

Fu Luo smiled at him in as friendly a manner as possible.

The two walked slowly along the corridor, thinking about the next way out while recovering their strength. Just then, the boy raised his head and suddenly saw a surveillance camera at the end of the corridor turn slightly.

He grabbed Fu Luo's shoulder, "Avoid the surveillance! Go! Hurry up!"

Fu Luo was startled by his abruptness and subconsciously turned to look at the stairs.

"Don't look at the stairs, do you want to be trapped inside and die?" The boy screamed into her ear, the shrill childish voice making her eardrum hurt. "The window!"

Fu Luo gasped—good grief, this kid was a heavy, awkward load that couldn't be strapped to her and weighed dozens of pounds!

Climbing bare-handed without any tools, while holding a living thing... it was too much.

However, although she was crying bitterly in her heart, her movements did not hesitate at all. She almost jumped out of the sixth-floor window without thinking, fiercely grabbing the window frame and leaving herself and the boy dangling outside.

I wish I were Spider-Man... Fu Luo, whose arm muscles were tightened to the point of pain, grunted and thought painfully.

The office building was bare in order to maintain a beautiful appearance, with bright windows and a clean look, making it difficult to find a place to set foot.

The brat who had put a lot of pressure on her kept urging her, "Don't dawdle! Hurry up, move, leave here. At their speed, they will catch up soon. Find a visual blind spot to hide for a while before that!"

Fu Luo felt that her already short nails were split.

"Who are you exactly?"

The boy fell into a strange silence for a moment.

The floor height of the office building was much higher than ordinary houses. The sixth floor was already scary. Fortunately, Fu Luo was not afraid of heights and had first-class psychological quality. She took out the laser knife from her waist with difficulty, inserted it into the wall under her feet, then jumped, grabbing the knife handle and dangerously stepping on the window frame of the next floor.

"I'm asking you a question." She said.

"Just think of me... as a tainted witness," the boy said softly.

At that moment, a voice came from above, "Tainted witness... you have a way with words."

Beads of cold sweat instantly formed on Fu Luo's forehead. She slowly raised her head and saw a strange gun barrel poking out from the sixth-floor window, aimed directly at her forehead. It was probably the "laser gun."

Number 5 looked down at her with a thoroughly malicious smile.

"Earthlings," he said, "as weak as a rabbit missing its front teeth."