I am chosen by the Four Gods, and you ask me to save the world?

Star City, the base of the Dragon Soul Squad.

After the experimental materials were handed over, the team members dispersed to rest.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows across the playground.

"Idea King, you stay here for a moment," Zhao Guoqiang said calmly.

Idea King jogged back, his face still showing the relief of surviving a disaster.

"Brother Zhao, do you want to hear about my Plan D?"

Zhao Guoqiang did not laugh, but just looked at him quietly, his gaze as heavy as a mountain.

"We'll discuss Plan D later. Right now, I need you to devise another plan for me—codenamed 'Candle Dragon'."

He paused, then said, word by word, "Regarding my... purge plan. You will be the sole executor."

The smile on the idea king's face froze instantly.

Elimination plan...

The plan to eliminate infected individuals...

Brother Zhao...

Thinking back to that bizarre self-destruction, and how Zhao Guoqiang pushed him back from the brink of death...

An answer he least wanted to believe surfaced.

"Brother Zhao, you...?!" The King of Ideas' voice trembled.

"As expected of the idea king of our Dragon Soul team, he guessed it so quickly, so clever!"

Zhao Guoqiang forced a smile of appreciation, but in the eyes of the Idea King, this smile was more cruel than any bad news.

"No...it can't be! There must be a way! Let's ask Xu Yuan, he must have it..."

"Perhaps there is, but time waits for no one." Zhao Guoqiang interrupted him, his tone resolute. "Before I completely lose control, we must have a foolproof plan. That's an order!"

The last four words carry an undeniable iron will.

Idea King's eyes instantly reddened, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

The plan itself was not complicated—while Zhao Guoqiang was under anesthesia, several miniature bombs were implanted in key parts of his body, and it was ensured that he would have no memory of them after waking up, in order to prevent his eroded will from dismantling them on its own.

"Remember," Zhao Guoqiang pressed down on his shoulder with great force, "if that day comes, you must press the button without hesitation."

The idea king nodded heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed back all the sobs.

"Go, finish the plan, and wait for the team doctor to be in place. The plan must not be revealed to anyone else." Zhao Guoqiang turned around, looking at the setting sun in the distance, and stopped looking at him.

As the heavy yet youthful footsteps behind him gradually faded into the distance, Zhao Guoqiang felt a mixture of emotions and calm.

He was grooming a successor and also placing his final trust in the successor.

Although everyone usually teases "Idea King," in Zhao Guoqiang's mind, "Idea King" is the most suitable candidate to be the next commander among all the team members.

She's quick-witted and adaptable; her only weakness is that she's too sentimental.

In carrying out tasks, what is needed is not acting on emotion, but with the precision and efficiency of a machine...

Then let me teach him one last lesson...

Only Zhao Guoqiang himself knew that the dark red flame residing in his heart was not a simple energy attachment, but rather, like a living thing, it was undergoing a deep and irreversible fusion with his organs.

Clear?

Unless his internal organs are removed as well.

The first one is the heart.

How can a person live without a heart?

Moreover, there are other internal organs...

But looking at it from another perspective, it might be a good thing.

An opportunity to delve into the core secrets of infected individuals, using ourselves as a case study...

……

Across the ocean.

In fact, the news could no longer be kept secret once the CIA headquarters building was completely destroyed by Xu Yuan.

Such a large building vanished in an instant, coupled with so many casualties...

Moreover, the American media itself thrives on chaos.

For a time, ordinary people were filled with anxiety, while the media indulged in a frenzy.

But to everyone's surprise, the white palace remained silent, as if it knew nothing.

—There's nothing we can do about it. After all, the president has already fled, and that Eastern doomsday is right on our doorstep. What can we say?

Aren't you afraid they'll just come and kill you?

Didn't you see that even with the combined efforts of all the major legions, they were still defeated?

Work belongs to the country, but life belongs to oneself.

—That's right, "Eastern Doomsday" is the name that the media gave to that monster.

Xu Yuan didn't seem to care about these external disturbances.

He was searching through the safe houses listed by the CIA, and finding Edward was the most important thing.

They searched several safe houses, but still couldn't find any trace of Edward.

However, they discovered that quite a few CIA agents were hiding inside the safe house.

Xu Yuan naturally accepted this offer without hesitation.

I don't care about this or that.

They may not have participated in the attacks on their own family members, but within such a global law enforcement intelligence agency, they must have committed many evil deeds on a daily basis, and they deserved to die!

A coffee shop on a street in Washington.

"Where could Edward be hiding..." Xu Yuan unconsciously tapped the table in front of her while carefully analyzing the clues.

It must be said that, as an infected person of Tzeentch, Edward is indeed much stronger than Cheng Yong.

It's significantly better at hide-and-seek, at least by a small margin.

Just now.

A shout outside the coffee shop's floor-to-ceiling windows caught Xu Yuan's attention.

"Down with the End of the East!"

"Down with the End of the East!"

A group of people are marching in the street, holding up signs.

The sign depicts a picture of someone making a wish.

Since I stormed into Washington, D.C., there has been no shortage of chaos on the streets, comparable to San Andreas in Grand Theft Auto...

But what really caught Xu Yuan's attention was another group of people.

A group of soldiers dressed in camouflage uniforms.

These soldiers, armed with sticks and other weapons, rushed into the crowd and began to beat the protesters.

The two sides were not even in the same league in terms of combat strength, and the soldiers were armed, making it like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

If Xu Yuan remembered correctly, he had seen several of the soldiers' faces in the army stationed along the Otmac River before...

The soldiers were protecting him, but the civilians were opposing him?

A flash of inspiration struck him like lightning.

That's right!

He had only eliminated the troops that were trying to stop him and cleared out the CIA headquarters; he had not created any conflict of interest with the majority of civilians!

Didn't they see that the soldiers who escaped with their lives were defending themselves? Then why were the civilians able to organize such a large-scale demonstration?

The only explanation is...

media!

Only by controlling the mouthpiece of public opinion can one so distort the truth and incite ignorance!

Edward is hiding behind the media, stirring things up!

This is the same trick that the Tzeentch infected have always used!

"Excuse me, could you please get me a few copies of today's newspaper?"

Xu Yuan spoke kindly to the coffee shop clerk.

Although he was very friendly, the shop assistant looked terrified.

He shakily handed over today's newspaper, then immediately scrambled back to the counter.

It's as if making a wish is a demon from hell.

Clearly, the shop assistant recognized Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan didn't take it seriously and quickly flipped through the pages.

Soon, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Not all media outlets are attacking him.

But all the media outlets that attacked him, their headquarters... were located in Washington.

A glint of light flashed in Xu Yuan's eyes.

Edward!

Got you!