It was only at this moment that Meng Lang finally let out a long breath of relief from behind the screen.

Although he possessed a "God's view," until the action was over, no one knew if any unexpected events might occur during the process.

If he failed in the book, he could reload, but in the real world, there was only one chance...

However, fortunately, it was indeed a "perfect" strategy recognized by Zero City.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the operation took less than an hour; it involved battlefield concealment, tactical deception, strategic foresight, the art of language, psychological games...

Using Zhao Hu's identity as a fugitive as possibly the only flaw in an otherwise flawless plan, and gambling on the enemy's psychological need to protect their existence at all costs, a trap within a trap was set, ultimately toying with the Night Demon Clan in the palm of his hands.

The greatest advantage of the Night Demon Clan lay in their battlefield transparency; even when the Listener's activity space was extremely compressed, the orphanage was still under their tight surveillance.

Under such circumstances, any form of surprise attack was the last resort.

Thus, the strategy proposed a seemingly "open and straightforward" plan, publicly using human armed forces to surround the orphanage.

The opponents probably never realized, even at their end, that the "secret" they guarded became their death warrant, tying their hands and feet.

And in this plan, the "old dean" was the only presence that must be cleared out.

As the head of the orphanage outpost, in a sense the "head of the intelligence station," this person's rank definitely surpassed Zhao Ge and Chao Shu, and crucially, possessed the ability to communicate directly with the "nest."

Not only was there zero chance of turning this person, obtaining intelligence from her was nothing short of daydreaming.

And if given even a slight chance for her to leak today's intel, alerting the enemy's high command or even provoking a retaliation, then this operation wouldn't be considered perfect.

Having no value and posing great risks, such a role naturally needed to be cleared out in advance.

According to the intelligence, the Divine Race was indeed difficult to capture but not immortal.

Once the enemy's characteristics were known, there were no fewer than ten ways to kill them.

This strategy even considered the limitations of the Demon Hunting Team for Meng Lang, arranging for the special "executioner" Ning Shisan.

The mission was to interrupt the opponent's remote communication at the critical moment and deliver a fatal blow!

The results proved that using magic to combat magic was remarkably effective.

Neurotoxin damage to the Divine Race doubled...

At this point, the first phase of the operation concluded successfully, but this operation was far from over.

Clearing away an intelligence outpost was no big deal to the enemy; in some ways, it might even set alarm bells ringing.

Meng Lang certainly wasn't doing this just to seek revenge for a woman in anger.

What was gained from this mission, those "spoils of war," were the genuinely valuable items from this operation.

Among the numerous spoils, the most precious was a certain little girl...

He switched the screen, and on the video appeared the mid-sized bus filled with children from the orphanage...

...

[We will, we will, rock you...]

"Kids, get excited! Sing along with Uncle! We will, we will, rock you..."

"Wow! The police uncles are awesome!" "Hahaha!"

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

Watching the officers in the front, shaking their hips and tapping the inflatable batons in rhythm.

And a large group of kids, caught up in the atmosphere, raised their little hands in cheers, while "Xiao Yu" in the corner of the rear row couldn't help but twitch her mouth.

They said it was to relieve their fear, help relax, and avoid leaving any psychological shadows...

But having a car party on the bus... isn't that a bit too much!

Listening to the deafening music, the roaring and vibrating of the car motor beneath her, and the harmonious "police-community interaction"...

She rubbed her brow a little irritably.

The unusually noisy sound waves, like electromagnetic noise in a communication, somewhat interfered with her contact with the outside world.

It seemed that the old dean had also become completely silent, with no sign of actively reaching out to her.

When Ning Shisan took action, the bus had already left the orphanage a certain distance; the last thing she barely heard was the "clink" of handcuffs being closed.

Even the "Listener" following closely behind was temporarily left behind after the car drove onto the highway.

The bus sped along the highway at a speed of over a hundred kilometers per hour, clearly beyond the stamina of ordinary canines to keep up for long.

No matter how thick-skinned one's nerves were, ordinary biology's muscles couldn't compare with mechanical endurance.

In other words, she was now temporarily "disconnected" from the main force...

As the next-generation "successor" cultivated by the old dean, the little girl named "Xiao Yu" had been parasitized from a young age, and her integration was even more perfect than the previous generation "product" Chao Shu.

But unfortunately, being too young, she was still just a "spare tire" container in a pending mature stage.

Until the old dean discarded that already decaying body for a formal "fusion" with her, she did not yet possess the ability to initiate a dialogue with the nest.

She reached out and patted the head of the white-haired puppy in her arms, feeling somewhat reassured.

Who would have thought someone would unexpectedly discover the orphanage's basement, and now it looked like the old dean was being taken away for investigation...

Although the situation was a bit dire, fortunately, she knew the old dean's strength, and even if she were in captivity, she would certainly find a way to escape.

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