Almost all the special operations operatives sent by the Americas division were killed, most of them in the operation to eliminate Joseph.

Besides the raids and encirclements, some of the remaining elites were also deployed to the outskirts of Ventura, and the recovery of 832 was also a crucial task.

They participated in pre-battle preparations, trap camouflage, suppressor setup, planning, and so on, and received a death order: whoever came out last—just kill that bastard.

Then, something dramatic happened. When a special operations operative discovered that the Dolphin Hotel no longer had admission ticket restrictions, the higher-ups immediately changed their plan—reassigning some of the D-level personnel responsible for the encirclement operation to infiltrate.

This is the foundation of all marketing, which is infuriating, frustrating, and constantly evolving, all in the desire for a precise answer.

However, in less than half an hour, the cheap mercenaries sent out had been slaughtered one by one by He Yu. More than half of them, more than twenty people, died in batches without even having time to use their special abilities, all because of the strangulation of the lines.

He himself was also puzzled by the sudden appearance of this group of Eoubs personnel.

Where the hell did it come from? Wasn't it said that as soon as it came out, it would be surrounded and killed?

The hotel is on the fifth floor.

All the surviving operatives were stunned. The man who pushed open the door from the room seemed to have some kind of unobservable nanoweapon in his hand, which could silently pass through the human body, or bind them and then gently scrape them, directly crushing them into a sticky, mushy blood plasma, or directly cut them into several pieces of flesh, killing them on the spot.

The methods used, filled with gunpowder smoke, darkness, and the strong smell of blood, are chilling just to look at. It's hard to imagine what they were thinking before they died, or whether they felt any pain.

The "murderer" was as calm as a knife, blood splattered on his fair face, with a somewhat confused but indifferent composure. There was something about him that was extremely oppressive, making the world feel suffocating for a short while.

The two sides stood face to face for a while, and He Yu finally read the thoughts of one of them, realized the truth, and killed them all.

Perhaps these people really were just expendable fodder used by the higher-ups to scout ahead, or perhaps they had some unspeakable difficulties, such as being pressured from various sides or forced by the harsh realities of life to be sent to their deaths by the Americas branch. But in any case, since the two sides are currently on opposing sides, they should have been prepared to be killed by the enemy long ago. As for whether they will regret it, I really can't be bothered to think about it.

He stood there, the light beneath his feet fragmented by the shadows of the wreckage.

Most of these guys were only D-rank, and without any combat information, they were no match for He Yu.

Now only the leader of their squad remains.

The red light intensified, taking over the entire corridor. Layers of light and shadow permeated the surroundings, creating a visual effect reminiscent of a tsunami. Countless flickering waves swept across their faces, and the guy opposite seemed unable to focus, plunging into endless darkness for a moment, only occasionally illuminated by flashes of light.

The man's hands were clenched, his hair disheveled, partially obscuring his face, and he seemed to shrink under He Yu's gaze. The bloodshed and probing that flashed in the light and shadow appeared terrifying and unbearable to look at under that gaze.

He Yu pondered for a couple of seconds, thinking that the Americas branch really had no conscience. This kid looked like he had just come of age; he was too young. His movements when holding the gun were a bit uncoordinated, like an amateur.

The D-rank soldier was repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy, hoping he would be spared.

He was shaking uncontrollably.

"What a coincidence! You're a D-rank and I'm a D-rank too, so relax, buddy. You understand Chinese, right? I'm going to ask you some questions. Just answer them honestly."

He Yu said this, while wrapping the thread around his neck.

The child could only nod repeatedly; there was no way out.

Five minutes later.

He Yu felt he should be more serious, but he couldn't help laughing. What this kid was saying was really interesting. What did he think America could do? Those raiders were barely able to protect themselves. No... right now, no one could gain anything. They were all guaranteed to die a horrible death, yet they all wanted to drag others down with them.

Sizzle—

The man froze for a moment. He subconsciously thought that the other party was just pretending to get some information... There were already enough deaths, and there was no need to add fuel to the fire. He had also mentioned that he was wearing the observer's surveillance features, but the facts told him that He Yu didn't care at all. You can't think about these lunatics with common sense. Their brains are not normal.

Blood gushed out, the head was severed, and the thread swung through the air a few more times, twisting the entire body into a paste, making it as dead as could be.

He Yu remained unmoved and turned to walk downstairs.

He knew what he had to do, and he had to do it.

...

"So where do we go next?"

Klaus was driving around Lin'an City aimlessly. Because Sheen was too aloof, he thought it would be better to create a Chopin-like atmosphere. So he said, "Is it called a drive if you don't open the windows?" But a few minutes later, it started pouring rain outside. The clouds were very low. The weather forecast said that the rain clouds would be very large and would bring a strong cold front. The meteorological bureau had already issued a warning that it would rain for several days. Anyone who still wanted to go out for a stroll was simply out of their mind.

As a result, this woman, who seemed to have no libido, said that getting some fresh air was good for her.

So what happened was that they had the driver's side window open, letting the rain pour in without any obstruction. That scene was truly awful, and they had no choice but to endure it.

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