Chapter 60: The Death of the Hound

The body is falling rapidly.

The wind whistles by the ears, blowing Mo Zixuan's eye‑catching silver hair into a frantic dance.

This weightlessness, this feeling of toying with prey at one's fingertips and finally pressing the end button, makes every pore in his whole body expand.

Mo Zixuan's thumb is already lightly resting on the red detonator button.

All it takes is a gentle press.

This entire floor, together with the monster that lives in Symbiosis with the Weird, will be instantly hurled into the sky by C4 explosives, turning into a burst of dazzling fireworks.

What a wonderful ending.

Nie Yang, that old fox, should also offer his most sincere praise for his own ace.

A bead of sweat slides down his heated ear, detaches from his body, and with greater acceleration falls toward the Abyss‑like darkness.

Everything will end.

However, just as he is about to press the button—

An indescribable, bone‑chilling sense of dissonance, like the most terrifying electric current, instantly pierces his spinal cord and shoots straight to the Heavenly Spirit Cover!

The feeling arrives so suddenly, so intensely.

It's like a lion king hunting on the prairie, about to pounce on an antelope, when it suddenly smells the awakening scent of an ancient tyrannosaur from deep underground!

No!

Something is off!

Mo Zixuan's wild grin freezes on his face for the first time.

His beastly instinct, belonging to a top hunter, is screaming wildly, warning him!

His gaze suddenly darts downward.

Into the bottom of that bottomless, pitch‑black elevator shaft.

He sees.

He sees the bead of sweat that just fell from his body.

It lands on a piece of Reinforced Steel Bar covered in rust, clack, scattering an insignificant splash.

That is the only newly appeared droplet of water in this "War Fortress" that has been completely cut off from water supply.

Then.

The droplet comes to life.

No, that's not life.

It is... the Abyss has opened its eyes!

"Sss—!"

An indescribable scene unfolds!

From where the sweat droplet splashed, countless wet, ink‑black hairs, like the most poisonous vines spawned in hell, rise skyward in a manner that defies all physical laws!

They are not growing; they are erupting!

In an instant, from a single point they become a sky‑blocking black waterfall, flowing upward, sweeping toward the falling Mo Zixuan!

Mo Zixuan's pupils shrink to needle points at that moment!

He sees.

Amid the dense, seaweed‑like strands, a woman's silhouette rapidly coalesces!

It is a ghastly pale, swollen figure, skin bloated by water, eyes two terrifying black holes constantly weeping blood!

It's Ling Xinyu!

How could this be?!

Wasn't she in Symbiosis with Lin Fan, trapped upstairs by herself?!

How could she appear here?!

Did she parasitize his own sweat?!

When?!

Was it just now when he was battling Lin Fan?!

No, more importantly, she and Lin Fan can simultaneously appear in two places, and can materialize directly despite his extremely high mental resistance!

"Damn!"

Mo Zixuan lets out a sudden shout, and his mercenary instinct triggers his final reaction.

His thumb slams down hard on the red button!

Just 0.1 seconds!

He could detonate everything and perish together with the monster!

But he no longer has that chance.

Snicker—

A faint yet crystal‑clear slicing sound rings out.

Several strands of black hair, sharp as steel wire, like the most precise scalpel, flash from behind his waist.

Mo Zixuan's falling body abruptly halts.

He feels no pain.

He simply... feels his world split in two.

His upper half continues to fall due to inertia.

But his lower half oddly hangs suspended in midair, then lags a beat before falling.

He lowers his head.

He saw his own empty waist and abdomen.

He saw his two legs, clad in trendy long pants, moving farther away from him.

Fresh blood, like a burst dam, gushed from the broken cavity, reddening the black long hair that pursued.

His face still bore the shock, unwillingness and regret of his last moment.

Before his consciousness completely sank into darkness.

Countless scenes, like a revolving lantern, flashed swiftly before his eyes.

In the Middle Eastern desert, under a sun that could roast a person, he was like the most patient hunting dog, waiting for the target to appear, then precisely sniping it from a kilometer away.

In the Congo rainforest, barehanded amid a downpour, he breached a warlord's seemingly invincible camp, hanging the enemy's head on the flagpole in less than ten minutes.

Those multinational conglomerate Family Heads, the cunning officials, the warlords wielding heavy forces… each once haughty figure had become a dead soul beneath his gun.

But these were merely the most unremarkable achievements of his career.

What makes him feared by assassins and violent agencies worldwide is his danger‑sensing ability, the hound‑like sense of smell.

He can even rely on intuition to evade ambushed sniper bullets.

Ahhh......

Suddenly.

He understood.

He understood where that lingering sense of discord, present from the beginning, truly originated.

His greatest ability has never been shooting skill, nor combat, nor even the superhuman reaction speed.

It is his beast‑like intuition.

It is the talent to "smell" the scent of prey.

Each time he acts, he can clearly "smell" the "scent" on the target.

Warlords, officials, tycoons, even the Cavity Person Zhou Xiaosheng, are no exception.

But this time......

From beginning to end, he did not detect any trace of "scent" on Lin Fan.

Why?

Because Lin Fan is fundamentally not prey.

This time, he, is the one being hunted......

The true prey.

Jiang Hai City, Ninth Division temporary command center.

In the cold space of metal and glass, L's emotionless, icy female voice reported the latest data.

"Mozi Xu An has activated Plan B."

"C4 explosive countdown, three, two......"

Nie Yang held his half‑worn Thermal Cup, his face bearing his usual warm smile, but his eyes revealed a hint of anticipation for the impending victory.

He believes in Mozi Xu An.

That Mad Dog has never disappointed him.

However, the final "one" in L's countdown lingered, never spoken.

She stopped.

Everyone in the command center held their breath, looking at her.

For the first time, L's delicate face showed a blank expression.

The dozens of surveillance screens before her, the images made of countless data streams, at the same moment, without warning,...

Swish!

Turned into a blinding red.

Immediately after.

The steady green Electrocardiogram representing Mozi Xu An's vital signs, under everyone's watch, without warning, became a straight, icy horizontal line.

Zzz—

A harsh electric noise erupted from Nie Yang's command earpiece.

The voice belonging to Mozi Xu An, always tinged with a hint of frivolity and madness, vanished entirely.

The command center fell into a death‑like silence.

Everyone stared wide‑eyed at the line representing death, their faces full of disbelief.

Nie Yang's eternally unchanged gentle smile cracked inch by inch, finally vanishing entirely.

He slowly set down the Thermal Cup in his hand.

The cup struck the metal tabletop, emitting a crisp "dang" sound, which sounded especially harsh in the silence.

Ninth Division's sharpest individual weapon, Mozi Xu An, code‑named "Mad Dog"......

Killed.