Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

SAT, Japan's counter-terrorism unit.

It is a special counter-terrorism unit belonging to Japan, mainly responsible for rapid response and suppression of any hijacking of vehicles, terrorism, and crimes with heavy firepower.

Most importantly, the action was extremely swift.

Outside the building, the crowd had already been dispersed... More than 300 fully armed special police officers surrounded the building and were advancing into it.

They are special police officers in Japan who have received special training and possess exceptional combat skills and experience.

"Listen up, you inside! You are surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately! Otherwise, you will be shot on sight!"

The commander shouted from the vehicle, "The orders from above are to capture them alive if possible; otherwise, kill them on the spot..."

Buzz buzz buzz....

At that moment, the sound of a helicopter could be heard outside the building...

Both armed helicopters had gun barrels mounted on their bottoms. Through the windows, one could vaguely see that they carried well-equipped anti-terrorism teams.

Vermouth's face showed a hint of despair.

"Are you afraid?" Fuheshel's expression remained calm.

“No…no, they will probably capture us alive.” Vermouth’s expression was somewhat somber. “But…if we kill someone, we will be shot on the spot, but the final result will be…death.”

"Death?" Fuheshen chuckled, taking out a chain from his ugly treasure—a chain called the Ten Thousand Mile Lock. (It had already been repaired during the soul upgrade.)

His smile showed no fear or dread... only excitement.

Like a wild beast, it bared its fangs.

"The cycle of nature, the survival of the fittest." Fuheishener stood sideways, swinging the Wanli Lock. "If you die here, it can only mean one thing..."

Huff, huff...

Driven by immense force, the chain moved faster and faster...

"What is it?" Vermouth was stunned.

"That's it, I'm too weak!"

He grinned maliciously and flung the tip of the Wanli Lock away with tremendous force.

Bang!

The surrounding air currents exploded with a loud bang the moment Wanli Lock erupted.

The sharp point shattered the glass and hurtled towards the helicopter outside at an extremely high speed.

Fuheshchen weighs at least 100 kilograms. He looks tall and strong, but his density is astonishing. His instantaneous burst of power and speed is 340 meters per second.

With his own strength, plus the Wanli Lock, he could strike at a speed of 340 meters per second, which would be enough to withstand even something weighing tens of tons.

The coordination of power and speed has reached a terrifying momentum.

Rumble...

A helicopter outside the window was suddenly smashed, and the huge impact caused it to explode.

Another helicopter was also overturned by the enormous impact...

Fuheshner swung the Thousand-Mile Lock again, directly entangled the helicopter's propeller...

Then...

Under Vermouth's shocked gaze.

Fuhesh used his physical strength to swerve to the left, and the helicopter crashed directly into the roof and exploded.

"This, this is impossible, that's..." Vermouth recognized the insignia on the helicopter and froze on the spot, "That's the SAT force... how can they be so weak..."

Everything happened so fast... Vermouth even thought the other person was a giant toy model.

"It's not that they are weak."

"It's because I'm too strong!"

With a whoosh, the Myriad Mile Lock was retrieved at an extremely fast speed.

Bang!

At that moment, sniper rifles fired outside, and several highly lethal bullets hurtled towards Fuheshel.

pat...

At this moment, the stairwell door was also opened, revealing gun barrels, which were then fired into the building...

Grenades, flashbangs, and tear gas were thrown at this location.

At this moment, everyone wanted this man dead, to kill this man who broke the rules.

At this moment... it seems that the whole world is against us.

"Kurus (Kill!)" A slight excitement appeared in Fuheshel's eyes as he dodged the bullets with incredible speed and charged towards the crowd.

In the other party's eyes, they can only catch a fast-moving... no, they can't catch it at all.

Gunshots and screams echoed continuously from inside the building.

"Calling for backup...calling for backup!"

"Three teams are calling for backup... Ah!!!"

"Four teams are calling for backup, but they're too fast to snipe."

"Sir, we can't hold on any longer!!!"

The elite team kept losing contact... The commander's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

Boom!

A police car flew past the commander's ear and crashed into the SWAT vehicle behind him.

The commander's pupils widened suddenly as a figure appeared beside him... the sniper's corpse was slowly sliding down his hand...

The chain of the Wanli Lock was still wrapped around his hand...

“I don’t want to kill you… really.” Fuheshen’er plunged one end of the Wanli Lock into the other’s head. “But… you’re in my way.”

After saying that, Fuheshel disappeared from the spot.

At this moment, Vermouth hid in a corner, listening to the screams outside... which gradually quieted down.

Jundu...who exactly are you?

"They're gone," Fuheshen'er's voice suddenly came.

Vermouth paused for a moment, then quickly followed.

Just kidding, if we stay here any longer, we'll probably be facing the Japanese army.

"How did you do that?" Vermouth couldn't help but ask.

"Keep trying," Fuheshen said calmly.

He told the truth... that he had reached this point entirely through his own efforts.

Fuheshner reached out and gently tapped the other person's neck.

"You!?" Vermouth felt a wave of dizziness, but her previous anti-vertigo training prevented her from collapsing immediately.

Seeing the somewhat indifferent look in Voxel's eyes, Vermouth knew that she... was being manipulated by him.

Overpowered strength... brutal actions, extreme viewpoints... and a strange XP.

"Beware of Cointreau; he is cruel and enjoys molesting others."

The message from Vodka's private chat with her came back to mind.

..........

Voxel lifted Vermouth and carried her on his shoulder.

He went downstairs, lit a cigarette, and watched the falling snowflakes.

The sun shone softly on the blood-stained snow... The ground was covered with red liquid and the wreckage of police cars.

He stood on the snow, his features cold and indifferent...

There were hardly any people around; they seemed to have been frightened away by the loud explosion.

This feeling is somewhat familiar.

Fuheishen walked silently on the snow, his expression calm, but... for no reason, a feeling of emptiness welled up in his heart.

It wasn't just now; it was the same when the Zenin family was wiped out...

Ding...

Just then, his phone beeped with a message. Fu Heishen, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, picked up his phone and glanced at it.

Shirley: "6?1?6?1" My sister is going to make lunch at home, and there's lots of meat in it.

Fuheshen looked at the message Shirley had sent him and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

Sulli... also likes to use emoticons?