Chapter 62: All Lost

The woman's eyes were two terrifying black holes constantly shedding bloody tears, tightly locked onto Qin Yu, who had already been scared to the point of losing control of his bowels and bladder.

Fire!

The Special Police Captain roared the order.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The custom rifle spat deadly tongues of fire; the metal storm of bullets instantly engulfed the phantom.

However, the bullets capable of tearing through steel plates passed unhindered through Ling Xinyu's phantom, striking the rear cabin wall and producing a series of clinking sounds, scattering sparks.

She completely ignored these attacks.

Ahhh! Ghost! Don't come near! Don't kill me!

Qin Yu let out an inhuman scream; his crotch was hot and wet, a foul liquid streaming down his pant legs.

He was snot and tears streaming, struggling wildly, the handcuffs clanging as he struck them.

I was wrong! I really was wrong! Please let me go! Let me go!

Ling Xinyu's phantom showed no reaction.

She merely extended an illusory arm made of countless black hairs and easily closed around Qin Yu's throat.

The icy, slimy sensation made Qin Yu's scream cut off abruptly.

He stared wide-eyed, feeling the suffocation of death.

The next second.

Countless fine black hairs, like living poisonous snakes, slipped into his mouth, nose, ears...... and drilled into his seven orifices!

Ugh...... gasp......

Qin Yu's throat emitted a painful sob; his body swelled up like a balloon at a visible speed!

His skin stretched translucent, revealing countless writhing black strands frenziedly stirring and threading through his flesh and organs!

"No...... no......" Qin Yu's voice was utterly indistinct.

The special police stared in horror at this unimaginable scene; a sense of helplessness rising from the depths of their souls gripped them.

Boom——

A muffled thud.

Qin Yu's body, finally unable to withstand the internal pressure, violently exploded into a large mass of blood mist!

Warm blood and shredded organs drenched the surrounding special police from head to toe, staining the entire cabin a shocking blood-red.

The last assailant.

Executed.

Blood debt, blood repaid.

Having completed her final revenge, Ling Xinyu's pair of tear‑filled black holes glanced once at this gore, then the phantom, as if it had never existed, slowly dissipated into the air.

Only a cabin full of blood and a group of elite special police whose worldviews had been completely overturned remained.

However, the crisis was not over.

Warning! Warning! The aircraft is out of control!

Inside the cockpit, the two pilots also suffered a strong mental shock, one of them already having fainted.

The aircraft lost control, its nose pointing down, plunging toward the ground at high speed at a terrifying angle!

Alarms blared inside the cabin, red lights flashing wildly.

A violent sensation of weightlessness struck; everyone screamed in fear, their bodies held tight in their seats by the seat belts.

The ground loomed rapidly larger in the view!

We're done for!

At this critical moment!

The co‑pilot bit hard into his tongue tip; the intense pain let him break free from the hallucination!

He stared at the rapidly falling scene before him, eyes blood‑red, roared, and with all his strength jerked the control stick fully back!

Pull up!!!

In the final second before the aircraft would touch the ground.

The fuselage let out a painful groan, barely scraping the ground at an almost impossible angle before being pulled back up!

The immense overload made everyone in the cabin black out.

After a few seconds, the aircraft finally returned to steady flight.

Inside the cabin, the special police who had escaped death gasped heavily, each a survivor, faces ashen like death.

Jiang Hai City, the Ninth Division's temporary command center.

L's emotionless, icy female voice broke the frozen silence.

Report.

Team A encountered an attack on the target.

The bait, Qin Yu...... confirmed dead.

Four members of Team A suffered mental trauma.

The aircraft had once lost control, but has successfully escaped danger and is now returning.

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence.

All the police elite stared wide‑eyed, their faces showing undisguised shock.

The ace was broken.

The final bait also died in the most gruesome way.

We lost.

He lost utterly.

Nie Yang heard the report, and his body trembled slightly, beyond his control.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a voice hoarse from extreme repression.

"Everyone...... all get out."

The Jiang Hai City policemen present, as if pardoned, fled as though escaping this low-pressure center.

When the command room door closed, only Nie Yang and L remained.

Nie Yang's expression cracked inch by inch.

His gloom eventually turned into ferocious rage.

He suddenly reached out, snatched the half-worn thermal cup on the table that he had always treasured, and with all his might, slammed it hard onto the ground!

Clang——!

The thermal cup was bent out of shape, and the goji berries and hot water inside spilled everywhere.

"Trash!"

"They're all a bunch of damn trash!"

He roared like this for the first time, losing all composure, like an enraged male lion, sweeping every document and piece of equipment on the table onto the floor.

The crackling sound of breaking things rang nonstop.

That old fox, forever scheming and ever-smiling, that cold machine that treated everyone as pawns and data, for the first time, bared its most primal fangs.

"Ah——"

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his face, all gentleness gone, leaving only endless anger and humiliation.