98: A decisive blow from two kilometers away

Atop the signal tower, Zhao Zihan, lying flat against the cold steel, felt her body shudder violently.

Through the high-magnification scope, she looked toward the position Su Yuan had specified.

"Two kilometers?!" she exclaimed, losing her composure. "Consultant Su, the wind speed is too high, and there are walls in the way. At this distance..."

To accurately hit a fast-moving, palm-sized target from such a distance was no longer sniping—it was a myth!

"I will correct the trajectory for you!" Su Yuan's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it carried an irresistible conviction.

He didn't have time to explain; the terrifying computing power of the administrator system was being displayed to its fullest at this moment!

Wind speed, humidity, air pressure, the Coriolis effect... countless environmental factors affecting the trajectory were calculated in an instant.

A perfect parabola composed of golden data streams instantly appeared in Zhao Zihan's tactical eyepiece. The end of that line pointed precisely at 'Reaper's' hand as it was about to press the button!

"Trust me, and trust yourself!" Su Yuan's voice was like a stabilizing anchor.

Zhao Zihan took a deep breath.

Her chest heaved once, and in that moment, she forcibly expelled all distracting thoughts from her mind.

In her eyes, only the golden trajectory in the scope remained, representing hope and victory.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a faint green light swirled deep within her pupils.

Winds Blessing!

She felt as if she had merged into one with the wind.

She could feel the wind's flow, its breath, and its will.

She slowly drew back the wind walker compound bow in her hand, the bowstring pulled into a perfect full moon.

An arrow forged entirely from a special alloy, its tip gleaming with a cold light, was notched on the string.

"Fire!"

Su Yuan's command rang out in the earpiece.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Zihan released her fingers.

*Vroom—*

A slight vibration from the bowstring.

That alloy arrow instantly turned into a black stream of light, invisible to the naked eye, and vanished into the night.

Carrying a piercing whistle from breaking the air, it crossed a distance of two thousand meters.

It passed through the broken window of the cold storage.

Within the complex indoor environment, it followed that golden path, nimbly avoiding all obstacles... inside the cold storage.

Reaper's finger was less than a centimeter away from that red button.

A victorious, crazed smile had already surfaced on his distorted face.

He could almost hear the earth-shattering explosion and see the scene of these Dragon Country elites turning to ash along with him.

However... *Pfft!*

A soft sound.

The explosion he expected did not come.

In its place was a heart-wrenching, sharp pain!

He looked down in shock to see his right wrist pierced through to the root by a black arrow!

The arrow's momentum was unabated, pinning his entire palm firmly to the wall behind him!

Blood gushed out.

His finger stopped forever at 0.5 centimeters away from the button.

Reaper stared blankly at his hand pinned to the wall, then looked up vacantly toward the deep darkness outside the window.

His mind went blank.

He couldn't understand.

He couldn't believe it.

How... was this done?

That brief, deathly silence was completely shattered by Wang Yi's roar.

"Beautifully done, Zi Han!"

His voice was filled with the relief of a narrow escape and heartfelt admiration.

This shot was simply a stroke of divine genius!

With the final threat neutralized, Wang Yi and Chen Hu no longer had any reservations.

*Boom!*

*Boom!*

The last few automated turrets were forcibly torn to pieces under the duo's violent assault.

"Aaaargh—!"

Looking at his ruined right hand, 'Reaper' let out a desperate, beast-like roar.

Using his remaining left hand, he pulled another dagger from his waist and charged at Wang Yi like a mad dog backed into a corner.

"I'll have your life!"

He had completely lost his mind, his heart filled only with the most primitive desire to kill.

However, for an assassin who had lost his speed and stealth capabilities, there was only one outcome when facing a fully armed Berserker.

Wang Yi didn't even bother to move.

He just watched the charging Reaper coldly and raised his hand.

*Zzzt—*

A torrent of lightning as thick as a bucket erupted from his palm, instantly engulfing Reaper completely.

In the face of pure, supreme Yang lightning, the power of shadows was purified and evaporated like dry weeds before a fire.

Reaper let out a shrill scream, twitching violently in the electric light as scorched black smoke rose from his body.

While Wang Yi was dealing with Reaper, Wu Qiong's figure had already appeared in the third-floor basement freezer like a ghost.

He didn't choose to break the door down with force; instead, he took out his set of universal lock-picking tools.

Under his impossibly nimble fingers, even a military-grade electronic code lock was as good as non-existent.

In less than thirty seconds, the heavy alloy door was opened silently.

"Academician Zhang, are you alright?"

Wu Qiong rushed in and immediately saw Academician Zhang Qiming tied to a chair, though his mental state seemed fine.

Although Academician Zhang's face was a bit pale, his eyes were exceptionally calm. Seeing Wu Qiong rush in, he even pushed up the slightly crooked glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I'm fine, young Comrade." The old man's voice was a bit hoarse but still resonant. "It's just these Americans—they have no sense of honor, no hospitality at all."

He looked around and asked urgently, "By the way, where is my briefcase? My data hard drive is still inside!"

He was clearly more concerned about his research results than his own safety.

A deep sense of respect welled up in Wu Qiong's heart.

This was the backbone of the Dragon Country!

"Don't worry, Academician, we will definitely find it!"

Soon, another team member who rushed in found the silver-white briefcase in a corner.

"It's here, Academician!"

Academician Zhang's eyes lit up the moment he saw the case. He rushed over in three steps, clutching the case tightly in his arms as if holding a lost treasure.

"Good, good, good!" He said 'good' three times. "As long as this is still here, even if I lose my old life here today, it will be worth it!"

The team members were all moved... Meanwhile, on the other side.

Wang Yi had finished his 'electrotherapy' for Reaper.

The once insufferably arrogant top ace of the Lighthouse Country, who had left the entire Dragon Team helpless, now lay slumped on the ground like a pile of mud, charred all over and breathing his very last breath.

Wang Yi walked slowly up to him, knelt down, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Do you have any last words?"

Reaper struggled to lift his head, staring fixedly at Wang Yi with eyes filled only with malice.

He opened his mouth, and black blood foam constantly welled up from the corners of his lips.

"You... you all... won't win..."

"The Lighthouse... will... ne... ver... fall..."

His voice was intermittent, yet filled with a curse that would last until death.

"Is that so?"

Wang Yi's tone betrayed no emotion.

He reached out, grabbed Reaper by the neck, and lifted him off the ground like a dead dog.

Reaper's feet kicked feebly in the air.

Wang Yi brought him to his face, his cold gaze staring straight into those eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"Then you can go to hell and watch closely."

Wang Yi's voice sounded as if it came from the depths of the nine netherworlds.

"Tell me, is the real world a place where you can run wild?"

The moment the words fell, dazzling lightning gathered in his palm once more, about to deliver the final judgment.