Chapter 99: Annihilation

Ghost.

Finally, Wang Zhangzhi's voice broke the brief stillness.

Here.

Ghost's face, which is usually forever half‑asleep, was now full of solemnity.

"Cut off all means of external communication from the Ling Chang City Public Security Bureau building, both physical and data layers, completely cut off. I want it to become an isolated island," Wang Zhangzhi ordered.

Ghost immediately operated the computer, "Understood."

Wang Zhangzhi continued:

"Then, in the name of the Federal Weird Investigation Bureau, issue a 'Level‑One Anti‑Terrorism Exercise' order, mobilize the standby special police units on the perimeter, and seal off all exits. Not a single fly is allowed to get out."

"Received!" Ghost hit the Enter key.

Wang Zhangzhi's command was clear and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, instantly injecting a dose of morale into the wavering squad.

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu.

"Jiang Yuan, Mo Shu. I need both of you on site, ready to follow up at any moment."

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the Ling Chang City Public Security Bureau.

Dozens of fully armed special police wearing Black Combat Suits had already sealed the building, setting up a long cordon.

Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu stood at the main gate, solemn, supervising the lockdown.

A man in a police uniform, looking as if he were about to finish his shift, muttered angrily while trying to walk out.

"What the hell? Anti‑terror exercise? Does the drill really mean locking us inside?"

Before he could reach the cordon, two special police shoved him back with the muzzles of their guns, mercilessly.

The man wilted instantly, slinking back into the building.

Inside the command vehicle not far from the building, Wang Zhangzhi watched the monitor showing the muttering man retreating, his eyes showing no flicker.

He pressed the Communicator.

"Ghost, you may begin now,"

"Received."

Ghost replied lazily, his fingers striking the final Enter key on the keyboard.

The next second, the internal broadcast system of the Ling Chang City Public Security Bureau building was seized instantly.

After a burst of electrical noise, a cold, emotionless synthetic voice echoed through every corner of the building:

"Emergency notice, emergency notice."

"According to the Federation's latest directive, all officers and cadres whose names are called must proceed immediately to the large conference hall on the third floor for an emergency secret meeting."

"Repeating: all officers and cadres whose names are called must proceed immediately to the large conference hall on the third floor......"

As the broadcast sounded, on the surveillance feed, each "officer" who had been working turned to look at one another, then simultaneously stood up and walked toward the same direction.

From the second floor, the third floor, the fifth floor......

From the forensic department to the archives, from the Criminal Investigation Team to the Public Security Brigade.

Familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered into a silent stream, surging toward the conference hall on the third floor.

Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu, viewing the bizarre scene through their handheld terminals, felt a chill crawl over their scalp.

These people were the extra one hundred fifty‑nine "Fake Persons".

Inside the large conference hall, it was empty.

Only in the shadow of a corner did a slender figure stand quietly, as if merged with the darkness.

Ouyang Feng closed his eyes, his hand lightly resting on the hilt of the blade behind his back.

"Clack."

The conference hall door was pushed open.

The first "officer" walked in.

Then the second, the third......

They silently entered the hall, searching for their places.

When the last "officer" entered, the massive conference hall doors slammed shut with a "Boom," closing abruptly behind them and sealing from the outside.

At that very instant, all the "officers" froze in unison.

They seemed to realize something.

Almost simultaneously, all the "officers" turned their heads, over a hundred eyes devoid of any human emotion flashing toward the lone living figure in the corner.

The next second, their faces began to melt and warp, their bodies emitting a nauseating sound of bones shattering, countless slick tendrils bursting from their seven orifices and beneath their skin!

The entire conference hall instantly turned into a human inferno!

However, just before they completed the mutation,

A black line faster and sharper than they were had already ripped through the air!

"Clang—"

A clear, resonant blade sound rang out like a dragon's roar.

Ouyang Feng moved.

He kicked the chair aside, lunged forward, and the "Death Dragon" Tang sword in his hand traced deadly black arcs under the light.

No superfluous moves, no flamboyant technique.

Only extreme speed and extreme precision.

Poof!

The blade flash, and a freshly mutated skull shot upward, its broken edge smooth as a mirror.

Before the skull hit the ground, Ouyang Feng's figure had already appeared behind the next target, brandishing the "Death Dragon".

Puff! Puff! Puff!

He moves through the monster horde like the most efficient butcher.

Each swing inevitably splits a Fake Person in two.

Each turn sends a spray of tentacles and shredded flesh.

Back in the command vehicle, Jiang Yuan stared fixedly at the monitor screen, forgetting even to breathe.

If Jiang Yuan's Poker Card is a precise kill, then Ouyang Feng's blade is the art of large‑area damage.

He is not fighting.

He is reaping.

"Indeed, too… too strong…" Even after having seen Ouyang Feng showcase his skill once, Jiang Yuan unconsciously mutters.

Beside him, Mo Shu can hardly conceal her shock.

Meanwhile.

In the conference hall, the Fake Persons' roars rose and fell.

They are thoroughly enraged!

The remaining dozens of Fake Persons suddenly halted their attacks, their bodies beginning to melt like wax and converge toward the center.

Tentacles, limbs, heads...

All flesh and blood twisted and tangled, fusing together!

"Roar—!"

Amid a deafening roar, a three‑meter giant stitched monster made of countless severed limbs and tentacles appeared in the center of the conference hall!

Its massive body nearly touched the ceiling, countless eyes randomly turning on its surface, exuding an aura of chaos and madness.

"Boom!"

A tentacle thicker than an adult's thigh shot out violently; the solid wooden conference table before it was as if made of paper, instantly ripped to pieces!

Amidst flying wood chips, Ouyang Feng's figure retreated quickly, halting the reaping for the first time.

He lifted his head, and a hint of change finally appeared in his cold eyes.

No longer indifferent.

But an unprecedented focus.

As if this stitched monster finally earned his serious attention.

"Buzz—"

Ouyang Feng twisted the Death Dragon in his hand, emitting a blade sound; on the black blade, the blood‑colored patterns seemed to come alive, slowly glowing and emitting an eerie crimson light.

"Come."

Ouyang Feng's thin lips barely opened, uttering the first word since the battle began.

The giant Fake Person, seemingly enraged, roared and charged, dozens of tentacles hammering Ouyang Feng like a gale!

Facing this world‑shattering attack, Ouyang Feng advanced instead of retreating!

He tipped his toe, charging straight into the rain of tentacles!

Blade flash exploded!

The black blade flash and the slick tentacles continuously collided and interwove in the air!

Each collision saw large sections of tentacles severed, the cuts spewing thick black smoke.

The giant Fake Person, in pain, attacked even more wildly, turning the entire conference hall into wreckage.

And Ouyang Feng, amid this destructive storm, like a dancer on a blade tip, constantly dodged and surged, the Death Dragon in his hand carving wound after wound on the monster!

Finally, after an almost close‑quarters clash, Ouyang Feng seized the chance, stepped onto the giant Fake Person's body and stood atop its head.

He raised the Death Dragon high.

The blood‑colored patterns on the blade shone brilliantly at that moment!

"It's over."

A cold voice fell.

The Death Dragon descended, cleaving off the giant Fake Person's head.

The giant Fake Person's movement froze for a moment.

And in that brief instant, the blade flash kept flickering.

Arms, tentacles, thighs...

Segments of its body were sliced off by the sharp blade flash.

Ouyang Feng kept moving, seemingly tireless, his stamina at its peak.

As Ouyang Feng's feet touched the ground for the last time.

The giant Fake Person's massive body cracked apart piece by piece.

Like a sliced building, it collapsed with a thunderous crash.

The battle ended.

Inside the command vehicle, a dead silence.

Everyone was so shocked by this near‑superhuman scene that they could not speak.

After a long while, a ghostly voice finally came through the Communicator:

"Monitor confirmation... in the conference hall, Fake Person targets... all eliminated."

Wang Zhangzhi pulled everyone back from the shock into reality.

"Action team, assemble, then count heads!"

The order was given.

A few minutes later, in the meeting hall.

Jiang Yuan, Mo Shu, You Ling, and Wang Zhangzhi arrived here.

Seeing the monster corpses strewn across the ground with one's own eyes was far more shocking than what the monitors showed.

Wang Zhangzhi took a deep breath, looked at the slip of paper in his hand that recorded the number of personnel for this mission, and began the roll call.

"Jiang Yuan!"

"One!"

Jiang Yuan straightened his posture and responded loudly.

"Mo Shu!"

"Two!"

"You Ling!"

"Three!"

"Wang Zhangzhi, four!"

The four of them finished reporting.

Everyone's gaze instinctively turned to the man standing amid the monster corpses, silently wiping his blade with a white cloth.

Ouyang Feng faced away from them, not even turning his head.

"Five."

Not too many, not too few.

Exactly five people.