As Jiang Zhi pressed a dagger to Shadow's throat and Shen Qingchen dispatched the last enemy beside her, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, the entire mysterious organization's headquarters fell into a brief, eerie silence. The air was filled with the mixed smell of gunpowder and blood, and among the shattered walls lay corpses scattered across the ground—both those of their enemies and those of their brave and fearless allies.
Jiang Zhi stared at Shadow, his gaze piercing, as if he could see through him. This culprit, who had hidden in the darkness for years, manipulated the fate of countless people and committed countless tragedies, finally showed a hint of panic under the sharp blade. His eyes were evasive, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his black robe, a symbol of dark power.
Shen Qingchen was also furious. His knuckles turned white from the force of his fists. His mind kept replaying the image of his father's unjust death and the suffering Jiang Zhi had endured over the years. Each scene was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart. He wanted to kill the man in front of him immediately and make him pay a thousand times the price for his actions.
But Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen both knew that this was not the time to act impulsively. They exchanged glances, seeing calmness and determination in each other's eyes. Jiang Zhi exerted a little force, bringing the dagger closer to Shadow, and whispered, "Give the order! Your men must cease resistance and lay down their weapons!"
Shadow gritted his teeth and remained silent for a moment, seemingly making a final struggle. But when he looked around, he saw that the dark empire he had carefully constructed was already crumbling, and most of his trusted guards had been killed or injured. The situation was hopeless, so he finally lowered his head and issued a weak command.
As this command was transmitted through the communicator to every corner of the mysterious organization, the remaining forces that were still resisting gradually stopped their attacks. Some of them looked unwilling, while others seemed relieved. They put down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender.
Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen did not let down their guard. They had their allies quickly take control of the situation, tying up the surrendered enemies one by one and escorting them to an open field, where they were guarded by special personnel. Each of these enemies was stained with the blood of innocent people, and they would surely receive the justice they deserved.
Meanwhile, another group of allies, under Jiang Zhi's command, began destroying key facilities at the mysterious organization's headquarters. Technical experts rushed to the data room containing a vast cache of confidential documents. Hard drives were already at the ready, and they copied down documents related to illegal transactions, assassination lists, and detailed plans for manipulating international commerce. These documents would serve as irrefutable evidence for the organization's crimes. Then, they doused the documents with gasoline and set them on fire. The raging flames instantly engulfed the incriminating papers, the flames illuminating the determined faces of the men.
At the weapons depot, the allies tasked with confiscating illegal weapons were equally busy. They carefully opened the heavy iron doors one by one, revealing a mountain of guns and ammunition, advanced biological and chemical weapon prototypes, and several deadly weapons still under development. Within, everyone gasped. If these weapons were to enter the black market or be used for further nefarious purposes, the consequences would be disastrous. They quickly sorted and sorted the weapons, first removing the critical components from the usable ones and rendering them useless. The rest were then loaded onto specially designed transport vehicles for transport to a safe location for further disposal.
Others delved into the shadowy organization's underground laboratories, where brutal human experiments and illegal drug development were once conducted. Inside, the pungent odor of chemicals was nauseating, and strange instruments gleamed with a cold light. Unidentified liquids lingering in glass containers seemed to speak of past crimes. Suppressing their anger and discomfort, the allies destroyed all experimental data and destroyed the equipment, ensuring that these sinister research could never be resumed.
The entire mysterious organization's headquarters was bustling with activity. Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen shuttled through it, keeping a close eye on the progress of each link. They had to prevent the enemy's counterattack while ensuring that the destruction operation was foolproof.
In the busy interval, Jiang Zhi looked at Shen Qingchen, and seeing him covered in smoke and blood, her heart was filled with heartache. She whispered, "Qingchen, we finally did it." Shen Qingchen held her hand back and nodded slightly. There was fatigue in his eyes, but more of a sense of relief: "Yes, Zhier, this journey has been too difficult. But for father, for you, everything is worth it."
As key facilities were destroyed one by one, the foundations of the mysterious organization were shaken to their core. The headquarters building, once a symbol of darkness and fear, now crumbled amidst the roar of explosions and the glow of flames. Walls crumbled, bricks and stones flew, and clouds of dust rose. Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen led their allies in a slow retreat, their figures etched with exceptional fortitude in the flames.
As they retreated to a safe distance, they looked back to see the once-mighty dark fortress reduced to ruins. The sin, conspiracy, and suffering that once flourished there gradually dissipated in the wind, swept away by the fire and explosion. Like birds freed from their shackles, the business sectors controlled by the mysterious organization began to regain their freedom and vitality. The grievances of the once persecuted families were redressed, and their names shone brightly once again amidst the ruins.
Jiang Zhi gazed upon the ruins, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. For years, she had shouldered Tang Junxi's blood feud, groping her way through the darkness alone, finding herself in dire straits time and time again, only to rise again. Now, having finally brought the culprit to justice and destroyed his evil organization, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
Shen Qingchen, likewise, was overwhelmed with emotion. He recalled his father's dying words, the sacrifices he had made to uncover the truth, the sleepless days and nights, the thrilling battles of wits and courage with the enemy. At that moment, he knew his father's spirit could finally rest in peace. He gently took Jiang Zhi in his arms, and the two of them stood quietly, gazing at the ruins, surrounded by their allies cheering in triumph. In that moment, they knew that years of hard work and dedication had finally paid off with this hard-earned victory. The road ahead, though still long, was filled with hope, as they embarked on a new chapter in their lives, together.
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