The Red Dragon Envoy Shatenwen's face was extremely unsightly as he turned and walked outside.

He spoke as he walked.

"I must see for myself."

"Furthermore, Bartley, please immediately notify the first and second squads to stop the attack and assess the situation before deciding on our next move."

The Black Dragon Envoy nodded his head in agreement.

According to the earlier agreement, the three squads were to coordinate in battle and advance or retreat together.

If they didn't inform the second and third squads in time,

they would continue to attack Villa No. 4.

Just as the Black Dragon Envoy had put on his headset, a piercing screech came from inside.

He had no choice but to immediately remove the headset.

At the same time, the video feed on the monitors began to shake violently.

The footage was unclear, with countless tiny snowflake particles flickering.

The computer's central processor emitted an urgent beeping alarm.

Upon seeing this, the Red Dragon Envoy's complexion changed drastically, and he rushed back in.

The Gold Dragon Envoy and the Black Dragon Envoy opened their mouths wide in shock.

This eerie scene was not unfamiliar to the three Dragon Envoys.

The Red Dragon Envoy, especially skilled in special combat, was all too familiar with it.

This indicated that someone had used an electronic data terminal to breach the communications network LAN, forcibly cutting off the electronic transmission signal.

The Red Dragon Envoy stood staring blankly at the blank video, astonished to the extreme.

He muttered to himself.

"I never imagined that among this group of groundhogs there would emerge a master of special operations warfare."

"Such hacking techniques are only used by the most expert electronic warfare specialists."

The Black Dragon Envoy suddenly came to his senses.

"Damn, the second and third squads have probably already launched their attack on Villa No. 4."

Both the Red Dragon Envoy and the Gold Dragon Envoy were visibly shaken.

With a flicker of his body, the Red Dragon Envoy dashed out of the hall.

"This time, we've encountered a real expert."

Changing his previous nonchalant demeanor, the Black Dragon Envoy had a serious expression and followed the Red Dragon Envoy out of the hall.

Almost simultaneously with the Black Dragon Envoy, the Gold Dragon Envoy bolted out of the surveillance hall.

At this moment, Villa No. 4

had already become a veritable dragon's lair and tiger's den in the eyes of the three Dragon Envoys.

Nobody dared to be negligent any longer.

Meanwhile, the Ruijin Second Squad had already breached the walls of the villa.

The captain of Ruijin Second Squad, Shano, was a lean Yinnan man.

Despite his small stature, resembling a monkey, he had reached the Transforming Energy Earth Grade in the Martial Arts Realm.

After countless battles, Shano's martial sniping had reached an almost unearthly level.

For two whole minutes after the First Squad breached the villa, there was no response.

Shano had an ominous feeling about it.

And at precisely this moment, contact with headquarters was cut off.

Shano took thirty seconds to consider before deciding to break into Villa No. 4.

With the First Squad's assault a failure, Shano was no longer contemplating a surprise attack.

He led the soldiers of the Second Squad in a frontal assault through the main gate.

To Shano's surprise, the main gate of the villa was not as difficult to breach as he had anticipated.

Leading from the front, he kicked open the villa gate.

Then, two soldiers behind Shano rolled forward, their large-caliber handguns aimed inside the door.

More than a dozen soldiers behind them charged into the courtyard of Villa No. 4 like starving wolves.

Inside the courtyard lay many bodies, strewn about haphazardly.

There were the bodies of Ruijin Mercenaries in camouflage suits as well as those of the enemy.

Some corpses were tangled tightly together, each attacking the other's vital points.

Clearly, both sides had chosen mutual destruction during their fierce combat.

Yet more bodies lay scattered across the courtyard, isolated and lifeless.

Even Shano, a battle-hardened warrior, was shocked by such a grisly scene.

Jason's assault had taken less than five minutes, yet his entire force had been annihilated.

And it seemed that the enemy had suffered almost as many casualties.

No wonder there had been such eerie silence inside after Jason's attack.

This silent slaughter, this quiet butchery.

More harrowing than any barrage of bullets.

Now, the Second Squad's task was simply to clear the battlefield.

To send any survivors on the enemy side to hell.

Shano searched for Jason's figure, or rather, his body.

Jason was Shano's senior brother.

Dead or not, he needed to find the body to ensure a proper burial.

If injured, he needed to be taken immediately to Dragon Island Hospital.

Amid the corpses, Shano searched meticulously.

Finally, he found Jason lying between two bodies.

With just one glance at Jason, Shano knew he was dead.

Jason's face was deathly pale, a military spike protruding halfway from his heart.

A slash at his throat had severed his windpipe, spattering blood all over his body.

The one who had killed Jason looked even more frightening in death.

Clutching a military spike, his tongue sticking out, blood flowed from all seven orifices.

These were the signs of internal organs shattered by Jason's powerful techniques.

Another individual clutched at his heart, a pained expression on his face.

Blood oozed through his fingers; a bullet had pierced right through his heart.

Shano exhaled a heavy sigh, shaken by the ferocity and desperation of these men.

Even if these men were mere ants, pitifully weak,

their fighting spirit earned Shano's respect.

A true warrior.

For one warrior to another, there is often a feeling of mutual recognition, a kind of respect among heroes.

Shano prepared to give these true warriors a dignified burial as a sign of his respect.

While Shano searched for Jason's body,

the rest of the Second Squad's soldiers were also looking for the First Squad's dead.

Shano bent to move Jason's body, intending to deal with the remaining corpses afterwards.

Just then, the corpse with the tongue sticking out suddenly smiled at Shano.

A body with its tongue out, eyes bulging, face covered in blood.

For such a corpse to suddenly grin at you was a horrifying sight.

Even Shano, accustomed to the dead on the battlefield, jumped with fright.

At that moment, the triangular military spike in the corpse's hand stabbed swiftly and fiercely into Shano's groin, then twisted viciously.

Shano's mouth gaped open.

Just as he was about to scream in agony, another supposed corpse sprang up and clamped a hand over Shano's mouth.

Then, using a knife, that person swiftly cut through Shano's vocal cords and windpipe.

Shano crumpled like an empty sack of rice.

His head lolled to the side, his gaze locking onto Jason's unwilling and angry eyes.

With his vocal cords severed, Shano kicked desperately, his hands clutched his throat tightly.

He tried to sound an alarm, but no matter what, he couldn't make a sound.

In the air, a silent intent to kill.

As if Death itself had opened a serrated maw, smirking soundlessly.

The formidable vitality of an Energy Transformation Master.

Kept Shano's mind clear as he faced death.

Before his eyes, like a horror movie, unfolded a sequence of unspeakable terrors.

One by one, individuals with faces covered in blood, grotesque even in death, rose from the ground.

Assassinations, strangulations, chokeholds...

All sorts of lethal, vicious killing techniques.

Were executed by this group of murderous assassins.

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