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At this moment, just in front of the gate of Hazam's human organ and flesh factory.

Groman, the white-haired but still amazingly powerful old warrior, was like a mad dragon in the raging waves, rushing to the front.

He burst out [Sublimation Spectrum - Mountains]. He directly used psychic energy to activate [Extraordinary Characteristics: Thug Rock]. In an instant, layers of thick stone shields formed around him, blocking the weak impact bullets of the homemade rifle.

However, old Groman's anger did not stop because of this.

He knew very well that these thugs and even those bloody industrial chains were the source of the children's pain and were obstacles they had to clear!

So, he once again superimposed and burst out the powerful power of [Badge - Fictional Lock - Revenge].

The rage of revenge was like a huge wave in the raging waves, as if it had condensed into substance, and directly made him rush to the door against the battle line.

The white-haired old man seemed to have transformed into an angry god of war!

He clenched his fists,

like two towering mountains, and smashed the heads of the two thugs into their chests in an instant!

"Die!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely bloody, but this was not the end, but the beginning of old Groman's anger and determination.

Under the leadership of old Groman, the members of the resistance also followed up and were unstoppable.

They fought a desperate battle with the thugs, and they were willing to pay the price of their lives to protect those innocent children.

But,

compared to their seemingly strong momentum sweeping the battlefield.

In the command room of this flesh and blood factory, a cold and cold voice that was enough to make people shudder quietly sounded:

"Prepare to launch an anesthetic needle, subdue the "beast" according to the plan, and bring him or his body back.

If the dosage of type one is not enough, just switch to type two.

Don't let anything unexpected happen."

The person who spoke was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He was also the second-in-command of the Hazard organization and a military advisor.

That's why he was invited to make the whole plan foolproof.

As his orders were issued,

one after another, the gangsters actually took out the prepared LesAngton anesthetic injections from their pockets.

As the two parties in a cooperative relationship, they could naturally get LesAngton's good stuff.

In fact,

they had more than just these high-performance anesthetic injections in their hands.

As the nature of the anesthetic special attack against kinetic protection-type superhumans was triggered, one by one, the barbed injections pierced the surface of Old Groman's body.

As a first-level high-level superhuman who had not yet been promoted to [Silver], Old Groman soon felt his power disappearing in pain.

He stretched out his hand as if to grab something, but he seemed to have almost nothing.

Is everything going to end like this?

He recalled those children,

recalled that he was just the village chief of a small village, and he didn't know when his life was forced to change like this.

The scene in front of him began to blur,

but in the end,

the white-haired old man had only regrets, sorry, I didn't execute the plan well, and I couldn't save those children.

(Mr. Kevin,

Their future is in your hands.)

But at this moment, Old Groman seemed to hear a very calm answer:

‘Don’t worry, this is part of the plan. ’

As the fighting power inside the flesh and blood factory poured out, its internal defense was also extremely empty.

And the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses leaning on the stool was still proud of his thinking.

But the next second,

He actually struggled for a moment in the sudden huge pain:

“Yes, who?!”

However, this resistance was obviously futile. He was directly cut off from the trachea in the cold light reflected by a blade, and then died in the flow of blood.

At a moment when no one knew,

the second member of the Hazam organization died silently.

But then,

Jiang Menghan’s beautiful figure with bumps and curves slowly appeared in the perspective of the present world.

She quietly released the [Supernatural Characteristics: Artemis-Refraction], a high-level ability that continuously consumes spiritual energy.

Then she adjusted the mechanical broadcast to let them capture all the enemies in front of them alive:

"All of them use tranquilizer guns. I still have use for these people."

After finishing the work, she straightened the man's body and leaned it back on the seat, so that others would think he was in deep thought when they saw his back.

Then, the beautiful and cold girl left the command room.

However,

the moment she left the door,

the inner lock inside the door was closed tightly again.

The use of the [space] characteristics allowed her to create a murder scene in a closed room with enough time difference without any deliberate planning.

Just like that,

the girl's figure disappeared,

she flashed towards the location where the children were imprisoned, and said in the Dawn system:

"Mr. Su, the actions of Factory No. 3 are almost the same as you predicted, but they actually sent the second person in the organization here.

It seems that Hazam has indeed lost patience with this group of [Hui reporters]."

"This is good news,

isn't it?"

Su Wen was standing on the rooftop of the highest hotel in Denpasar City.

After all, this is a world-renowned tourist city that is shown to the world:

Denpasar, the capital of Bali Island or Bali Province.

The afterglow of the setting sun penetrates the thin clouds and the edge of the modern observation deck made of steel and glass.

It casts a faint golden glow on the figure of the scholar or strategist, and outlines his outline lightly.

On the rooftop,

At this moment, the handsome scholar is sitting under the parasol on the rooftop of the hotel, holding a book in his hand.

From where he stands, the whole city of Denpasar seems to be wrapped in a soft filter, showing a unique atmosphere of laziness and prosperity in a tropical tourist city in the afternoon.

On both sides of the street, the coconut shadows are swaying, and the green treetops are swaying gently in the breeze, which is in contrast with the sparkling sea in the distance.

There are many pedestrians, and tourists are either walking hurriedly between the specialty shops or sitting leisurely outside the cafe, enjoying this leisure time from the tropics.

They don’t know how cruel this world is, nor how far away humans are from each other.

Su Wen thought about these calmly, and then slowly erased them.

Only the solemn and simple Museum Negeri Propinsi Bali remained in his sight, and its red tiles and white walls looked even more solemn in the afternoon light.

He saw the water palace of Tirta Gangga flashing mysterious light in the distance, and the sound of water and birdsong intertwined into a natural melody, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

He also felt that the Batur Temple stood proudly on the top of the mountains, and its solemn momentum could be felt even from such a long distance, like a holy spirit guarding this land.

It was not a sacred pilgrimage site, but just a chess piece under the mountains and rivers.

At the same time,

Su Wenzheng's eyes wandered among these landmarks, and an invisible chessboard had already been built in his heart.

Every building and every scenic spot became an indispensable chess piece on the chessboard.

He knew that the clever layout of the third factory had initially distracted Hazam's attention, like a key chess piece that broke the original balance.

But this was just the beginning, and the real layout had just begun to unfold.

"Not enough."

The handsome scholar said calmly,

"Once the flame of revenge is ignited, it can never be extinguished.

So,

Burn it to your heart's content."

As he slowly closed the book in his hand, he turned his gaze to the distance, and there,

Pedro Joao and Naris were waiting for his instructions, and they were ready to start the next step.