"Heart attack gun".

The CIA's latest T-2 nerve agent weapon.

If the biological bullet fired from the gun were to pierce Lin Dong's skin near his heart, Lin Dong would die from cardiac arrest within ten seconds.

The moment the trigger was pulled, Captain Gray Fox's pupils contracted violently.

The specially designed biological and chemical projectiles rotated out of the rifling.

"puff!"

The bullet pierced through Lin Dong's black suit jacket in an instant, but stopped abruptly as if it had hit an invisible barrier.

The pale blue toxin seeping from the silver bullet's surface turned into steam, condensing into a cluster of ice crystals on the clothing.

"Times have changed, Mr. Grey Fox."

Lin Dong raised his hand to brush away the ice shards on his chest and slowly stood up.

The skin, enhanced by the system, developed a dark golden dragon scale pattern, the light of which shone faintly through the fabric.

In a moment of crisis, his strongest defensive dragon scales, which he had been strengthening but had never fully formed, actually awakened.

"shot!"

Grey Fox let out a low growl.

The twelve Grey Fox team members around him pulled the triggers, and more than ten bullets, accompanied by a dull whistling sound, shot towards Lin Dong's body.

The distance is too close; there's no way for a person to avoid it.

Lin Dong didn't dodge, letting the bullets hit him.

"Puff puff puff..."

A series of sounds of bullets hitting human bodies.

Unfortunately, Lin Dong didn't even flinch; his suit was riddled with bullet holes.

"Grey Fox, you ruined my new suit. Tell me, how are you going to pay for it?"

Lin Dong's cold words were as terrifying as a demon crawling out of hell.

The gray fox felt cold all over.

How come he can't be killed even like that?

Is this... even human?

Before he could react, Lin Dong moved.

He took a step forward, his five fingers forming claws as he gripped the gray fox's wrist.

"Snap!"

The gray fox's hand bones twisted and deformed with a teeth-grinding cracking sound...

The banquet hall was suddenly as bright as day.

The power was restored, and even the bright lights around the ceiling of the banquet hall were on.

It must have been Lin Dong who pressed the hidden button under the table to notify Phoenix.

The Gray Fox squad was exposed to the bright light.

Phoenix led a unit of Dark Dragons through the main gate.

"Quickly, break through! Team B, cover the rear!" Captain Gray Fox used his movable left hand to pull off his tactical belt, and the nanofibers instantly unfolded into a bulletproof shield.

His teammates behind him threw out smoke grenades in unison, but froze on the spot the moment the smoke rose.

A black afterimage flashed by, and before they could make any other move, each of them felt a sharp pain in the back of their neck and then passed out.

Phoenix's leather boots crunched over the mess as he quickly leaped closer: "Boss! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Lin Dong stepped out of the white smoke. "Tie these people up. Interrogate them if you can, but if you can't get anything out of them, kill them all."

"Yes!" Phoenix's expression hardened, and she bowed in agreement.

The 20 Dark Dragon Assassins pulled out steel handcuffs and locked all the Gray Fox team members who had collapsed to the ground.

The captain, nicknamed Grey Fox, had just tried to crush his molars, but the cyanide hidden in his dentures failed to work.

Lin Dong's knuckles struck his mandibular nerve plexus with precision, and the venom sac sprayed onto the bulletproof shield along with his saliva.

Of the entire Gray Fox squad, only the captain, Gray Fox, is still conscious.

However, his arms and legs had just been broken by Lin Dong, making it difficult for him to cause any trouble.

The CIA’s strongest task force was wiped out in a single encounter?

Gray Fox was heartbroken and looked at Lin Dong with a look of terror.

"Why are your CIA's tactics still so outdated?"

Lin Dong ripped off the Grey Fox tactical mask, revealing a face with the angular features typical of Yugoslavians:

"Still so lacking in creativity, nothing new."

He lightly traced a line with his fingertip across Gray Fox's left arm, tearing his clothes and causing blood to seep out.

A tiny subcutaneous implanted tracker jumped into his palm.

"What's the situation outside?" Lin Dong asked, turning his head.

"Reporting to the boss, the situation is basically under control. A total of 11 CIA peripheral agents have been killed, and 6 remaining enemies are putting up a stubborn resistance."

The phoenix bowed slightly:

"In addition, the Sword Dragon team caught two imposters in the kitchen, both of whom were carrying poisoning tools."

"Hmm, very good, has the identity been confirmed?" Lin Dong nodded approvingly.

"It's been investigated; he's one of the henchmen of Wo Shing Lian Camel."

"Camel? It really is him. This guy has probably really gone mad."

Outside the banquet hall, a burst of intense gunfire erupted.

A moment later, Phoenix received a report from a Dark Dragon team member in her headset: "The remaining agents on the perimeter have been eliminated, and the captured blue mist neutralizer is being injected into the ventilation system."

Lin Dong glanced at the unconscious gang leaders scattered on the ground, then his gaze fell on the curled-up body of the camel.

He walked slowly closer, bent down and pulled open Camel's black shirt. Upon closer inspection, he noticed an inconspicuous skin lesion on the Guan Gong tattoo on the man's chest.

An irregular lump bulged under the skin, and Lin Dong's X-ray vision had already seen through it.

That's the CIA's latest subcutaneous locator, which is now flashing a faint red light.

"Give him double the dose of sedative."

Lin Dong dug out the locator and threw it to Phoenix:

"I want this senior to see for himself what it means for rainwater to flow backwards on a rainy day."

Half an hour later.

The camel was suspended by iron chains under a huge crystal chandelier on the dome of the banquet hall, with more than three hundred pairs of bloodshot eyes below it.

He stared in horror at his Guan Gong tattoo, now dripping with blood and revealing a patch of broken skin.

Lin Dong sat quietly in the head seat, leisurely playing with a fruit knife.

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