Late at night, the city apartment buildings were silent.

A fake person stood at the window, overlooking the traffic on the street below.

His eyes gleamed with a faint metallic luster, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the windowsill, as if he were calculating.

Behind him, a barely perceptible figure suddenly appeared in the darkness.

The armed fighter was wearing a light combat uniform, his face was covered by a tactical mask, and he was holding a pistol with a silencer.

He moved extremely lightly, approaching the fake man like a shadow, the black blade reflecting the faint moonlight.

The faker seemed to realize something, and the moment he turned around -

"Puff!" With a dull sound, the blade pierced the fake man's neck accurately.

The faker's hands instantly grasped the blade, his eyes widening.

He tried to struggle, but the piercing blade had severed his energy core, preventing him from making any sound.

The warrior quickly drew his sword, pushed the fake man's body toward the window, and kicked it down.

The fake man's body fell into the darkness like a piece of scrap iron and disappeared into the night street.

The lights in the nightclub were flashing, the music was blasting, and the crowd was dancing wildly on the dance floor.

A fake person sat at the bar, holding a glass of wine in his hand and a faint smile on his lips.

His appearance was no different from that of an ordinary person, and he even had an elegant temperament, which attracted many people to chat with him.

The fake man glanced around coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Humans are so boring."

He whispered to himself, his eyes revealing his disgust for the carnival.

Just as he lowered his head to drink, a soldier in a waiter's uniform quietly approached him from behind.

The wine bottle in his hand was disguised as a weapon, and the syringe hidden in the bottom of the bottle pierced the back of the fake person's neck.

The faker's eyes widened and he instantly realized something was wrong, but before he could fight back, his body went limp.

The warrior whispered in his ear, "This is a lullaby for you."

The faker's body was slumped on the bar, looking drunk.

The warrior quickly adjusted his disguise and blended into the crowd.

Ten minutes later, the faker's "drunk" body was taken out of the nightclub and disappeared into an unknown place.

In the early hours of the morning, the lights were dim in a high-end office building.

A fake person was standing in the conference room, typing rapidly on the computer keyboard.

His fingers moved quickly and precisely, and dense codes flashed on the screen. It was obvious that he was executing some kind of plan.

Suddenly, the lights in the conference room flickered and the whole room fell into darkness.

The fake man's hand paused, and his eyes lit up slightly, like some kind of automatically adjusted night vision system.

"who?"

His voice sounded coldly and his eyes scanned the surroundings alertly.

However, the answer to his question was the sound of light footsteps.

“Whoosh—”

A dagger carrying an electric current flew out from the darkness and stabbed the faker's arm accurately.

The fake man tilted his head sharply and the dagger just missed him, but the next second, a figure swooped over from the darkness.

The warrior had a strong body and stabbed the puppet's chest with the tactical knife in his hand.

The fake reacted quickly and blocked the blade with his hand, but the current spread along the blade to his whole body, causing him to freeze for a moment.

"It's over." The warrior said coldly, and the dagger pierced the fake man's core.

The fake man's body froze, making a slight buzzing sound, and then collapsed to the ground.

At three o'clock in the morning, a luxury car was speeding on the city's highway.

The fake man sat in the back row, closed his eyes and rested, tapping his knees lightly with his fingers, thinking about the next plan in his mind.

He was completely unaware of his surroundings because, in his opinion, humans could not possibly pose a threat to him.

However, he was wrong.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was an explosion ahead and a black armored vehicle was blocking the highway, forcing the car to brake suddenly.

"What's going on?" The faker opened his eyes and glanced at the driver sharply.

Before he finished speaking, there was a dull crash from the roof of the car.

"There is an enemy——"

As soon as the driver opened his mouth, the car window suddenly shattered.

A grenade was thrown accurately into the driver's cab and exploded instantly, blowing the driver inside the car to pieces.

The fake reacted very quickly, he pushed open the car door and tried to escape from the car. But just as he took a step, a silver steel cable shot out from the darkness and tightly entangled his legs.

The soldier jumped off the edge of the highway, holding a high-powered rifle in his hand and pointing the muzzle at the dummy's head.

“This road ends here.”

The warrior said coldly.

There was a flash of fear in the faker's eyes. The next second, gunshots were heard, the car exploded, and flames shot into the sky.

In a secret location in the city, the remaining fake people began to gather.

Their numbers had obviously decreased, and their faces no longer had the calmness and indifference of the past, but were replaced by deep fear.

"They've found us!" one of the puppets growled. "We're being hunted!"

"We can't just sit there and wait for death," another faker gritted his teeth, "Gather all your strength and fight back! Humans are not as strong as they look!"

But just as their plan to resist began, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

A familiar and cold voice came from the door.

"It seems that you have finally realized your own vulnerability."

The puppets all turned around and saw Gu Man slowly walking into the room with a calm and cold look in his eyes.

"This game is over."

Gu Man raised his hand, and his mental power spread out like a hurricane. The whole room was instantly filled with an irresistible sense of oppression.

The fake people's faces turned pale and they retreated in horror.

"No matter how good you pretend, you don't belong here."

Gu Man spoke softly, and as she moved her fingers, the air around them seemed to be torn apart, and the bodies of the fake people froze one after another, unable to move. Their fear was exposed under her cold gaze.

"We will take back the territory that is ours."

Her voice was like a declaration, completely crushing the hypocrite's last glimmer of hope.

The night tonight is black.

Gu Man's hands are stained with the blood of the faker.

But she doesn't have much psychological burden.

When she chooses to take over the Xuanwu Base, she is a warrior.

A warrior like Song Lufeng.

However, the place where he fought was three hundred years later.

She protects the present.

She wants to protect her in her own way.

Just as he protects himself in his own way.

She has already realized this!

"Next location, get ready!"