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After an earth-shattering explosion of light and sound.

The shuddering building slowly returned to silence.

Smoke billowed in the air, spreading in all directions.

The cannon on the infantry fighting vehicle creaked and turned, still hot and emitting white smoke.

The sound of rotor blades filled the air as the helicopters, having completed their combat orders, adjusted their positions and remained on standby.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Silence reigned, but someone opened their mouth, only to be choked by the acrid smell of gunpowder and start coughing repeatedly.

The soldiers behind the defensive line cautiously poked their heads out, their gazes fixed on the nearby Rehabilitation Center.

The once smooth concrete ground was now riddled with jagged cracks, littered with scattered shell casings and broken bricks.

Almost all the windows on every floor had been shattered, and parts of the walls had even been blown away, exposing the charred steel bars inside.

Especially the area within dozens of meters of the main entrance, which had been transformed into a shocking wasteland.

As for the vicious and malevolent monster, it was buried under rubble and glass, appearing completely still.

The crowd smelled the pungent smoke, and their tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"Cough, cough."

Colonel Deng, hiding behind an armored vehicle, couldn't help but cough a few times, reaching out to pat the dust off his uniform.

He raised his head, surveyed the battlefield, then grabbed the walkie-talkie and issued a series of instructions:

"All units listen up, First and Second Squads clear the battlefield, eliminate any remaining dangers, confirm the target is dead. The rest hold the line, stand by, and remain highly vigilant…"

The soldiers, having received their orders, quickly split into pairs, fanning out and cautiously advancing towards the area where the missile had struck.

After issuing the orders, Colonel Deng turned to look at the two Special Search Team specialists who had escaped from the building earlier.

At this moment, the white-haired man and the shield-wielding giant were also observing the movements on the battlefield with lingering fear.

"Gentlemen, what is the situation inside the Rehabilitation Center? Are there any monsters remaining inside?"

Colonel Deng strode forward, asking with a hint of urgency.

"Colonel Deng."

The white-haired man greeted him, explaining:

"The situation inside the building is still under control, but the key is the ghoul leader from earlier. As long as we can successfully eliminate it, the rest are not worth worrying about."

He then described the events that had taken place on the fifth floor, and how Jiang Chen had rampaged and slaughtered everyone.

"If the commander hadn't arrived in time to rescue us, we would have both been done for."

The shield-wielding giant added a few words, his face filled with gratitude for surviving the ordeal, as his legs were injured.

After listening to their account, Colonel Deng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling quite fortunate.

"That was close…"

If it hadn't been for the assistance of the Special Search Team's experts, who had restrained the unexpectedly powerful ghoul leader, the commando team sent in earlier would have been wiped out.

Then he wouldn't be able to stand here so easily, commanding the battle and discussing the aftermath.

Thinking of this, Colonel Deng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately asked:

"Who exactly is this commander you're talking about, and where is he now?"

He was prepared to properly thank the mysterious masked man.

He knew a few of the Special Search Team's senior investigators, and it might even be an old friend.

"Uh?"

The white-haired man and the shield-wielding giant were stunned by the question.

They looked around, searching everywhere, but couldn't find the person they had mentioned.

At this moment, the soldiers clearing the battlefield transmitted information via the walkie-talkie, confirming the target's death.

Colonel Deng temporarily couldn't worry about so much, and quickly asked the two how to dispose of the ghoul leader's body.

After all, the Special Search Team was the expert department for handling such supernatural events.

The white-haired man considered it, and said:

"Chen Lei and I will stay here to guard it, and we'll notify headquarters later. Someone should be here to take over soon."

Colonel Deng nodded in satisfaction, then walked towards the front line with renewed vigor, continuing to command the battle.

First, he ordered the commando team to enter the building to sweep up any stragglers, then he had the medical team follow to speed up the treatment of the wounded.

The smoke still lingered, but the crisis was finally over.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including the observers in the inpatient department, and someone in the suburban park a mile away.

The night was as dark as ink, and the wind howled, shaking the branches and leaves like undulating waves.

Fang Cheng stood quietly on a treetop, overlooking the scene at Ren'an Hospital.

Soldiers began to systematically clear the battlefield and rescue survivors.

Stretchers carrying the wounded were carried out one by one and sent to ambulances.

When he saw that the unconscious female doctor in the laboratory was among them, Fang Cheng's heart finally settled.

The backpack containing the blood collection tubes was left next to Professor Zheng's body, and he believed it would soon be discovered by the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield.

With the female doctor's testimony, plus the evidence in the backpack, the military and the Special Search Team's investigators would inevitably be distracted.

No matter what happens in the future, suspicion will not fall on him.

After all, the blood collection tubes labeled with Fang Cheng and Wen Xin's names remained "safe and sound" in the blood testing lab.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

Two armed helicopters rotated their rotors and rose to a higher altitude in the night sky, flying around the Rehabilitation Center.

The powerful spotlights under the fuselage pierced the darkness like sharp swords, sweeping around and shining into the distance.

Seemingly searching for something.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's heart couldn't help but tense up, and he quickly jumped down from the tree.

This place was not suitable for a long stay.

Having just experienced the power of modern weapons at close range, even a guy with Jiang Chen's abnormal defense was defeated and died.

He was not as tough as him, at least not yet to the point where he could make helicopters with his bare hands and resist missiles with his body.

Now that the situation had calmed down and would not affect the inpatient department where his mother was, he should return to Old Factory Street as soon as possible to avoid exposing his whereabouts.

Fang Cheng lowered his head and looked at the tattered hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing.

Then he took out another set of brand-new casual clothes from his shoulder bag and quickly changed into them.

Fortunately, he had bought a few more sets of clothes and pants for washing that night.

He had the foresight to have an extra thought before today's operation, preparing to imitate the agents in the movies who would change their old clothes after each assassination to eliminate all criminal evidence.

Therefore, he always had a set of clothes hidden in his shoulder bag as a backup.

Otherwise, wearing these tattered clothes to take a taxi would probably be mistaken for a lunatic and reported to the police. It was too conspicuous.

A few minutes later.

Fang Cheng put on his new clothes with a business casual style, took off the hideous mask, and put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He had completely changed his appearance and became a miserable office worker returning home late at night.

Listening to the faint sound of helicopter rotors, Fang Cheng quickly used "Scavenger's Eye" to carefully inspect the scene.

Then he took a deep breath, his face became calm and composed, and he walked towards the dimly lit city night in the distance.

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"What? A man wearing a white mask?"

Outside the Rehabilitation Center, a tall, middle-aged man in a black suit exclaimed in surprise.

His thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on the white-haired man and the shield-wielding giant.

His gaze shot out like tangible sharp arrows, causing the two to feel a burst of fear.

Especially looking at the reconnaissance helicopters constantly flying overhead, they felt even more inexplicable.

"Xu Fei, Chen Lei, describe again in detail the circumstances before and after your encounter with that person."

Xu Fei was indeed the white-haired man's real name.

The middle-aged man speaking was Gao Jin, a senior investigator from the Special Operations Team headquarters, known as 'Man Bear'.

Seeing this high-ranking officer so concerned about the other officer's identity, Xu Fei's heart stirred. After a moment of consideration, he said:

"It's like this, Officer Gao. Chen Lei and I joined forces to deal with the ghoul leader, but we were outmatched and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position."

"Because the ghoul leader's bone spurs were both offensive and defensive, and too sharp, Chen Lei's thigh was accidentally pierced. I wanted to save him at the time, but it was too late."

"Fortunately, that officer suddenly appeared behind us and blocked the incoming bone spur attack in time, saving Chen Lei..."

"Uh... yes, yes, that's right, Little Fei is right."

Feeling his collar being gently tugged from behind, Chen Lei, with years of tacit understanding, immediately understood and echoed.

"Actively helped you?"

Gao Jin's brow was still furrowed, and he stroked his chin, pondering: "That's strange..."

His tone was full of doubt and surprise, seemingly very interested in this person of unknown identity.

Moreover, after repeated questioning, it seemed he was treating the other party as a criminal with ulterior motives.

Chen Lei, whose nerves were relatively thick, couldn't help but ask:

"Officer Gao, what's so strange about that? We're all colleagues from the Special Operations Team. Isn't it right to help each other and solve difficulties?"

Gao Jin glanced at him sharply and replied:

"Who told you he's one of us? He's a key figure on our Special Operations Team's danger list, a murderer codenamed 'White Owl'."

"Ah?!"

These words were like a thunderbolt, exploding without warning beside the two men's ears.

Chen Lei's face was stunned, and he opened his mouth wide, unable to close it for a moment.

Xu Fei had already vaguely sensed the problem, but still wore a look of astonishment.

Seeing the two men so shocked, Gao Jin snorted coldly and then explained:

"A few days ago, a ghoul murder case also occurred in Jiangbei. At that time, a mysterious man wearing a white mask also appeared at the scene. Many witnesses saw it with their own eyes."

"Impossible, that officer could never be a murderer..."

Chen Lei was stunned for a long while, then shook his head like a rattle drum, unwilling to believe it at all.

Xu Fei swallowed half a mouthful of saliva and cautiously raised an objection:

"If he's a monster, why would he help us eliminate other ghouls?"

Gao Jin's eyes flashed, and he said with a hint of reprimand:

"As a task specialist, don't you know that ghouls can rapidly increase their strength and accelerate their evolution by devouring their own kind?"

These words immediately choked Xu Fei completely.

Gao Jin continued:

"Whether he is a ghoul or not is not the focus of our attention. The main problem still comes from the mask he wears on his face."

Xu Fei and Chen Lei heard this and immediately looked at Officer Gao with a glimmer of hope.

"That mask is not simple."

Gao Jin's eyes were cold and stern. He suddenly took a deep breath and looked at the surrounding army soldiers and the helicopters circling in the air.

Then, he explained in an unusually serious tone:

"As you know, the Special Operations Team's archives contain many precious secret documents inherited from the previous dynasty's royal family, including records of ancient objects with the same shape as this white mask."

"It is said that similar masks can be traced back to the primitive tribal period thousands of years ago. The original purpose was to prevent blood from splashing on the face when a wizard sacrificed people by slitting their throats with a knife."

"And in history, people who wore similar masks were all brutal killers by nature. It can be said that every time this mask appears, it will set off a bloody storm and cause great panic."

"The last owner of the mask before this appeared in Europa three hundred years ago and was imprisoned in the Bastille by the King of France. All traces were erased after his death."

"Since that person has put on this mask again, he has obviously obtained some kind of inheritance..."

After listening to the explanation, Xu Fei couldn't help but say:

"Could it be just a coincidence? The two masks are just a little similar."

"I also hope it's a coincidence."

Gao Jin didn't refute this time but instead asked:

"During your contact with him, were you able to identify what special ability he used?"

Chen Lei looked at Xu Fei.

Xu Fei shook his head and replied:

"I couldn't tell. I only know that his physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people. He's especially fast, and his fists are very hard."

Gao Jin nodded slightly and then instructed another subordinate next to him to retrieve the surveillance camera footage for confirmation.

He had come here specifically to deal with the ghoul riot, but after learning about the masked man, he seemed even more concerned about the other matter.

Seeing this, Xu Fei then changed the subject and said:

"Officer Gao, should we take the ghoul leader's skeleton back to headquarters, or destroy it here?"

Gao Jin shook his head:

"I've carefully observed the skeleton. That old ghost shouldn't be dead yet."

Xu Fei and Chen Lei couldn't help but feel a jump in their hearts and looked up at this officer who liked to say shocking things.

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The neon-lit night shrouded the entire city.

Old Factory Street was without the hustle and bustle of voices or the noise of cars, as quiet and peaceful as usual.

Cheng Leyi held up binoculars and stood in front of the window.

In the deep night, the gray and white outline of a building was visible.

A few lights were still lit, faintly illuminating the light through the windows, as if pointing the way for those returning home late at night.

She chewed on a refreshing mint candy, making a crunching sound.

With a light touch, she switched to thermal imaging mode.

The image in the lens was instantly stripped away, replaced by a heat-sensitive image of varying brightness and color.

"Everything is normal. There's no movement on my side..."

Cheng Leyi said to the headset, as if talking to herself.

Then the lens moved up, landing on a window on the ninth floor.

Through the tightly covered glass and curtains, she could vaguely see a blurred human silhouette heat shadow in the room, seemingly sitting at a desk.

"Still studying hard, ah, really a diligent and motivated good boy..."

Cheng Leyi smiled slightly.

Having not noticed any unusual movement for a long time, she was a little sleepy and wanted to slack off.

Only after receiving a phone call did she perk up and continue to observe carefully.

After another moment.

Suddenly, she heard a burst of noise coming from the other end of the street.

It seemed that a few drunkards had just returned from the night market, acting crazy from the alcohol, shouting and singing.

Seeing this, Cheng Leyi shook her head speechlessly.

However, almost at the instant she turned the lens.

A figure flickered like a ghost, instantly darting out of the dark alley and coming to the east side of the tenement building's outer wall.

Immediately afterward, the figure lightly tapped the wall with the tip of its toes, using the force to shoot upwards, instantly soaring several meters high.

Then, with a light grab of both hands on the protrusions of the wall, and using it as leverage, it took off again.

Each step was like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaving only a slight trace on the wall.

The figure moved quickly, the clothes rustling softly, as if merging with the sound of the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it had passed several floors and arrived at the ninth floor.

Then, with a "swoosh", it drilled into the half-open window.