Chapter 426

"Quickly, order our operatives stationed nearby to move immediately—no matter what, we cannot let the people inside the villa fall into anyone else's hands," Director York roared into his phone.

"What's going on? Besides our Blood Hand Gang, could another gang have found the place?" The blood-gloved man's face darkened as he asked.

"Yes, clearly your Blood Hand Gang failed to control the information—another criminal group has learned of it and moved first," York slammed his phone onto the ground, his expression grim.

"Impossible! We've confined every member who knew about this here and confiscated all their phones," Cindy's face paled instantly as she hurriedly protested.

"Could another gang have discovered this through other channels? Where are the British agents?" The blood-gloved man's expression flickered uncertainly.

"Forget about that—once the villa is attacked, Mr. Sai won't show up. We must capture Li Xiao Dao now—he's the only one who knows Mr. Sai's true whereabouts. No, I'll go myself," Cindy said anxiously, heading for the door as if to leave.

Wang Yu heard this and decided not to listen further. After leaving a command in the white bone demon's spiritual awareness—"Kill everyone here"—his consciousness blurred and withdrew from the body, then connected with another white bone demon's spiritual awareness.

The moment his consciousness took control of the second white bone demon's body, he heard the "deafening" sound of gunfire.

Li Xiao Dao, dressed as "Mr. Sai," stood at the second-floor staircase landing, clutching a black submachine gun, firing wildly at unseen figures below, pinning them behind the staircase corner's cover, forcing them to stay completely hidden.

The next instant, the gunfire ceased. Li Xiao Dao flicked his rifle's stock, swiftly ejecting the old magazine and replacing it with a fresh one, his movements practiced and smooth.

In that brief pause, several figures burst from the staircase entrance, raising their long guns, firing in unison, muzzles spewing flames.

A hail of bullets forced Li Xiao Dao to roll backward into a tumble, crashing against the stone wall beside the staircase.

Just as the men below rejoiced and prepared to charge up the stairs, a tiny black object, no larger than a bean, shot off Li Xiao Dao's body, rolled once, then transformed into a pale shadow racing toward the crowd below.

"What the hell is that?"

"My God, it's a demon!"

"Kill it!"

Screams and cries erupted from below, mixed with a barrage of gunfire and the whistling of blades.

But moments later, all sound from below vanished.

Then, amid heavy "thudding" footsteps, a white bone skeleton clad in spiked bone armor emerged from below, wielding two slender, blood-drenched bone blades, walking upward like a demon.

Li Xiao Dao was no coward, but seeing the grotesque form of the white bone demon, he could hardly believe his eyes. He immediately pointed his pistol at it, feeling his throat dry and his heart race.

Anyone normal would fear this thing.

"Li Xiao Dao, leave immediately. This puppet will hold them off for a while—you don't need to sacrifice yourself. If they capture you, they'll have countless ways to make you talk, and that would be disastrous for me," came Wang Yu's cold voice from within the white bone demon, before Li Xiao Dao could fire.

"Mr. Sai, is this thing yours? How did it get here?" Li Xiao Dao jumped in shock, but immediately recognized Wang Yu's voice—though he still hesitated.

"Did you forget the thing I gave you?" Wang Yu quickly reminded him.

"You mean that thing!" Li Xiao Dao suddenly remembered, frantically patting his pocket, then his face lit up in realization.

Now he saw it—the monstrous demon before him bore a resemblance to the bean-sized object Wang Yu had once given him, only magnified countless times, making it appear so grotesque and terrifying.

"Cindy has betrayed us. The British special forces are nearly here. This puppet won't buy you much time—whether you escape depends entirely on you," Wang Yu said, then implanted another command into the white bone demon's spiritual awareness—"Kill all intruders"—before swiftly retracting his consciousness.

If the white bone demon was destroyed, the spiritual awareness bound within it would naturally return to its master's spiritual sea.

If not, the spiritual awareness could directly command both white bone demons to use a teleportation technique and reunite with him.

These two white bone demons had been carefully selected originally to forge the White Bone Yin Demon Banner—each was a late Qi Refinement stage puppet, their bodies hardened like iron, their bone armor and bone blades genuine magical artifacts, capable of holding off British special operatives for a while.

Wang Yu pondered this, then swiftly left the house and headed for the nearby garage.

Moments later, a half-used sedan exited the neighborhood, merging onto the main road, heading straight for the eastern district of Pengjie City.

…

An hour later, Wang Yu drove the sedan beyond the boundaries of Pengjie City, finally exhaling a breath of relief.

Karol Town was not far from Pengjie City—if he drove at full speed without obstruction, he could reach it in half a day and rendezvous with the support team.

But to be safe, he steered with one hand while forming a hand seal with the other. Dark mist rolled over his face, reshaping his features into those of a twenty-year-old white youth, his skin dull and covered in freckles.

…

In the ruined first-floor lobby of the villa.

A blonde, blue-eyed woman stared at the white bone skeleton before her, bound tightly by thick iron chains, still struggling violently, her expression grim.

Around the lobby, armed police in uniform stood in formation, weapons ready. The floor was pitted and soaked in blood, shell casings and crimson stains scattered everywhere, as if a battle had just raged.

The white bone skeleton was riddled with wounds—its arms and legs had been severed, its mouth sealed shut with iron plates; only two flickering flames glowed within its hollow eye sockets.

Beside the blonde woman, a bespectacled man in a suit held up a tablet, reporting rapidly:

"This thing is the same type as the one our captain captured last time. Although its interference prevented us from capturing the suspected 'No. 1' associate inside the villa, No. 1 is definitely in Pengjie City—no doubt about it."

"So we lost the trail again—and alerted No. 1," said 'Helena,' her face dark.

"Yes, Captain. Intelligence from home has cracked the identities of China's intelligence operatives in Pengjie City. Using the supercomputer 'Adam,' the Dawn Angel has helped us pinpoint a suspect who may be No. 1," the suit-wearing man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and replied calmly.

"Pinpointed a suspect? Have the Dawn Angel send the satellite imagery directly to me," said 'Helena,' her eyes brightening.