355: You deserve to die

Liu Lian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

His white hair gently fluttered in the night wind.

The commotion from killing Austin earlier had alarmed the Los Angeles police.

After all, this was not like the West Coast; this was the core area of Los Angeles, and the police response speed was extremely fast.

At this moment, the area downstairs was already filled with dense police cars, blocking all exits.

Heavily armed police officers set up a blockade, dispersing the reporters and onlookers who had arrived upon hearing the news.

A harsh warning came from the megaphone, repeating over and over.

"Listen up, person inside, you are surrounded! Drop your weapons immediately and come out with your hands up!"

Liu Lian paid no heed.

His eyes were hollow, reflecting the city's neon lights outside the window, yet lacking any focus.

Austin was dead.

All of "The Company's" strongholds in America had been uprooted by him.

But Katie could not return.

He didn't even know where the enemy's headquarters were, or where the source of those evil elixirs lay.

He was like a boxer who threw a full-force punch only to hit cotton, his heart full of anger and hatred, ultimately leaving only endless emptiness and confusion.

"Bang!"

The door to the suite was violently kicked open.

Over a dozen fully armed SWAT officers rushed in, their dark gun barrels aimed squarely at Liu Lian by the window.

"LAPD! Don't move!"

A fat, fleshy-faced white Police Chief followed behind. He was chewing gum, his eyes contemptuously sweeping over Austin's headless corpse in the room before settling on Liu Lian's back.

"Another damned yellow-skinned monkey."

He muttered softly, his face filled with arrogance and disgust.

"Arrest him. If he resists, shoot him on sight."

The Police Chief waved his hand casually, giving the order.

Liu Lian slowly turned around.

Those peach blossom eyes, which once always held a hint of amusement, were now gray and devoid of emotion.

He simply looked calmly at the police, as if watching a swarm of noisy flies.

"Hey! Kid! I told you to put your hands up! Are you deaf?"

The Police Chief was enraged by Liu Lian's dismissive attitude. He drew the pistol from his waist and aimed it at Liu Lian.

"Last warning!"

"Fire!"

Seeing Liu Lian remain indifferent, the Police Chief completely lost his patience and roared out the attack command.

Da da da da!

Deafening gunfire instantly echoed throughout the entire suite.

A dense rain of bullets poured toward Liu Lian.

However, a bizarre scene unfolded.

All the bullets, less than half a meter from Liu Lian's body, seemed to hit an invisible wall, deforming and falling, creating a series of clanging sounds on the floor.

Liu Lian's Protective Sword Qi didn't even ripple slightly.

The entire room instantly fell silent.

All the police officers widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at the supernatural sight before them.

"FUCK!"

The Police Chief cursed in horror, but immediately, a stronger sense of anger and humiliation surged in his heart.

He felt his authority had been challenged like never before.

"Monster! This is a monster!"

"Call for backup! Call for backup! I need heavy firepower! Blow him to pieces!"

He roared frantically into the walkie-talkie.

Soon, the roar of rotors came from the sky.

Three Armed Helicopters hovered above the building, their dark machine guns and missile launchers aimed at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Presidential Suite.

On the ground, several Armored Infantry Fighting Vehicles also rumbled onto the pavement.

This scene was live-streamed to every corner of the world through the camera lenses of countless passersby's cell phones.

"My God! They deployed the military!"

"What exactly did that Dragon Country Person do?"

The internet instantly exploded.

Liu Lian's brow finally furrowed slightly.

He found it noisy.

He let out a cold snort, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

The next second, he appeared mid-air, his white hair dancing wildly in the gale, his robes fluttering, like a deity.

"Open fire! Kill him for me!"

The Police Chief on the ground screamed hysterically.

The Machine Gunners on the helicopters pulled the triggers without hesitation.

Fire Snakes spat out, and the rain of bullets struck again.

A flash of impatience crossed Liu Lian's eyes.

He simply raised his right hand casually and flicked his finger.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several streams of white Sword Qi, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot out from his fingertips, tearing through the night sky at a terrifying supersonic speed.

The next moment.

The three Armed Helicopters in the sky were effortlessly sliced in half by the Sword Qi, as if they were made of paper.

The severed fuselages tumbled through the air, belching thick smoke, and then exploded with a crash!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three massive fireballs bloomed in the night sky. The scorching shockwaves swept in all directions, shattering the glass of the surrounding buildings.

The crowds on the ground let out terrified screams and scattered.

The Armored Infantry Fighting Vehicles were not spared either.

The remaining Sword Qi, its momentum undiminished, accurately sliced through the vehicle bodies. The sturdy armor was cut open like tofu, triggering massive secondary explosions.

The entire block turned into a sea of fire.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, which resembled Divine Retribution.

Especially the Police Chief who had just been wildly shouting—he was now slumped beside a police car, his crotch wet and hot, his body shaking like chaff, his eyes filled only with endless fear.

What did he see?

Was that power a human could possess?

Just as his mind went blank, a white figure appeared before him like a ghost.

It was Liu Lian.

Liu Lian was expressionless. He gripped the Police Chief's neck with one hand and easily lifted his obese body into the air.

"N-no... don't kill me... please..."

The shadow of death descended. The Police Chief finally broke down, tears and snot streaming down his face as he frantically struggled and begged for mercy.

"I was wrong... I won't dare to do it again..."

Liu Lian watched his humiliating display, his eyes showing no fluctuation whatsoever.

"You deserve to die."

He uttered the three words faintly.

As his voice fell, a faint stream of Sword Qi surged from his palm.

Crack.

The Police Chief's neck was easily snapped. His pleas for mercy ceased abruptly, and his head slumped powerlessly.

Liu Lian casually threw the corpse onto the ground, as if discarding a piece of trash.

He glanced once more at the noisy city, a deep look of disgust flashing in his eyes.

The next second, his figure merged into the night, completely disappearing.

Not far away, a young man hiding in a corner tremblingly lowered his cell phone.

He had just completely recorded this breathtaking scene.

With trembling fingers, he captioned the video with a line of shocking text, then pressed the send button.

[Do extraordinary beings view ordinary people no differently than demons?]

The video was like a nuclear bomb, instantly detonating the global internet.

Panic.

Unprecedented panic spread across America like a plague.

Countless people watched the white-haired youth in the video slaughtering the military like a god or demon, feeling a deep chill originating from their Souls.

It turned out that in the eyes of these transcendent beings, their proudly developed modern weapons were truly just a joke.

It turned out their lives were truly so fragile.

"We do not accept the judgment of transcendent beings!"

"Demand the government provide an explanation! Give us security!"

"This is a massacre! This is a terrorist attack!"

Tens of thousands of citizens took to the streets, erupting in massive protests and demonstrations in Los Angeles, New York, and Washington.

They held up banners, their faces etched with fear and fury.

A storm targeting all transcendent beings was brewing in America... Kunlun Immortal Mountain.

Principals Office.

Zhang He held a tablet computer, his forehead covered in cold sweat, rushing to report the situation in America to Li Heng.

"Dean, something terrible has happened! Liu Lian... he took out the local police and garrison in Los Angeles..."

Zhang He's voice was trembling.

"Now the whole of America is in chaos. The citizens are protesting and demonstrating, demanding we hand over Liu Lian and give them an explanation!"

"International public opinion is extremely unfavorable to us, this..."

Li Heng was leisurely sipping a cup of freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea.

After hearing Zhang He's report, he didn't even lift an eyelid, merely gently blowing the steam off the tea in his cup.

Then, he spoke faintly.

"None of my business."