In front of Exit No. 3 of the experimental area lies a waiting hall of several hundred square meters. A cold gray mist floats, enshrouding everything in front in a hazy veil. The elevator doors are closed tightly, with only the safety passage indicator lights casting an eerie green glow in the mist. Dozens of figures clad in combat suits are spread across the hall in standard tactical formation. Some are kneeling on one knee, others are leaning against pillars, with their automatic rifles forming several intersecting firepower grids. The dark muzzles of the guns are all aimed at the three figures appearing before them. At this moment, a uniformed headquarters researcher emerges from the experimental area with an unidentified man donning a mask. That man even carries an important experimental body on his shoulder. Their identities are self-evident. "Minister, the target is at the B Zone Exit No. 3 location." The leader of the elite squad, Black Hawk, is the team captain of the Hunters. He presses his earpiece, speaking in a calm and powerful voice to report the situation to his superiors. Amidst the noisy static, a cold response faintly comes through. Cheng Jiashu gently sets down Shijima Gorou from his shoulder, signaling Cui Xiuying to retreat to the corner. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩 Seeing this, Black Hawk also releases his earpiece, signaling a tactical gesture to the team behind him. His eyes fixate on Cheng Jiashu wearing the white mask, drawing a dagger with a blood groove from his tactical belt. The blade spins lightly in his palm and is then held in a reverse grip combat stance. "Sir, surrender now, and I can guarantee you a swift death." Black Hawk’s words are cautious but devoid of any sign of fear. As the special forces team captain from Noah Headquarters, a level-seven officer, he has long been responsible for hunting down traitors and guarding key targets. His hands have been stained with blood for years, with countless souls dying under his blade. In terms of combat capability, he considers himself not inferior to those indulgent, battle-averse level-eight officers. Even if the man before him is truly the legendary murderer "White Owl," Black Hawk remains confident in testing the man’s skills firsthand. Moreover, numerous elite team members are prepared behind him, ready to provide support. Cheng Jiashu chuckles softly. Before the laughter fades, his figure vanishes from sight. Black Hawk’s pupils contract rapidly, losing sight of the target. The opponent showed no signs of movement; no matter how fast they are, they shouldn’t vanish into thin air. This thought hasn’t fully formed when an extreme sense of danger shoots from his spine to the top of his skull. A ghostly hand grips his wrist holding the dagger. Cheng Jiashu’s figure now stands before him, guiding the sharp dagger to reverse direction and slash toward Black Hawk’s neck. The movement was so rapid, completely beyond his expectations. Black Hawk’s combat instincts force him to twist his neck at the last moment, trying to evade the fatal strike. But he was still too slow. The blade sliced through flesh and throat, a line of blood spraying forth. Black Hawk’s eyes widen, the last trace of shock and disbelief lingering on his face. Even in death, he couldn’t comprehend how the opponent accomplished it. All squad members in the hall are momentarily stunned by the lightning-fast scene. Cheng Jiashu lets go, allowing Black Hawk’s body to collapse softly. His expression is calm, as if he had merely completed a trivial task. This is the effect of using the pupil skill "Instant Flash" in actual combat. It’s not high-speed movement; rather, it’s still space jump. Within extremely close distances, ranging from a few centimeters to several meters, Cheng Jiashu can achieve seamless micro space transitions with ease. To outsiders, it appears like he vanishes and reappears suddenly, akin to true instant teleportation. An unknown voice snaps everyone out of their shock. Bang, bang, bang, bang, gunfire erupts instantly. Dozens of automatic rifles simultaneously spew deadly fire. A dense rain of bullets covers the area where Cheng Jiashu once stood. However, not a single bullet hits the target; the spot is empty. A team member suddenly cries out in terror. Cheng Jiashu’s silhouette clings to the ceiling like a gecko, now holding a dagger taken from Black Hawk. His body leaps silently, landing behind a team member. The team member doesn’t react, and the cold blade has already sliced his throat. Warm blood gushes forth. As others frantically turn their guns to shoot at him. His figure disappears again, appearing behind another team member for another kill. Even the fastest aim and shooting movements cannot match the speed of a thought, a sight lock. Cheng Jiashu’s figure flickers continuously amid the gunfire, as though "blinking" through the air. The walls, pillars surrounding him, even the surfaces of enemy bodies, become platforms for him to leverage upon briefly. He moves left to right, up and down. Vanishing at the moment of gunfire, reappearing from another angle, causing the opponents’ sights and senses to struggle to catch up. As for angles, it’s entirely based on sight lock; if he can see it, there’s nowhere he can’t reach.