106: Chapter 106 Li Xianmin! ***!!!

Despite Lin Ning being mentally prepared, the sensation of his soul and essence being siphled away as if by a succubus still caused him instinctive agony.

Perhaps due to the enhancement of his Psychic Power, he was able to feel this process more clearly and consciously this time.

Boom!

Blood-red light exploded before his eyes, turning into a massive torrent of life fragments that surged into his consciousness.

He "saw"—

A tender-faced youth in olive green roaring slogans under the scorching sun, his gaze resolute;

A profile of a face listening intently in a military academy, notebooks filled with handwriting, praise from teachers, and admiration from classmates;

Thrilling combat in the shadows of towering skyscrapers;

Strategizing, predicting, and winning battles within his grasp under the bright, clean lights of an office.

Lin Ning let go of the hand that slowed the passage of time; he didn't want to see how Li Xianmin once possessed such a pure heart and high spirits.

Yet, he felt a twinge of sadness, wondering if all youthful faiths and ideals were destined to be ground down into petty, self-serving schemes.

The images flashed by rapidly. In this sea of memories, Lin Ning was like a small boat tossed about by the waves, passively drifting in a predetermined direction.

Within Lin Ning's Psychic Power, Li Xianmin quickly aged from a man in his prime to a dignified and steady middle-aged man.

Streaks of red-tinted, exceptionally clear images flashed before Lin Ning's eyes, and he grabbed one—

A spy he had identified during work was shot dead while resisting arrest; a USB drive containing digital currency found during the search was gripped in his palm...

After developing a taste for cigars and foreign liquor, he dropped hints and lifted the observation period for a target under investigation. In the name of friendship and gratitude, the other party provided various luxury goods for him to "appreciate"...

Such incidents seemed to increase as his desires grew. Every time he wanted something, he seemed to use this "everyone wins" method to trample over his professional duties...

Until he personally let a spy go...

The sickening hypocrisy of his feigned reluctance in the middle was nauseating...

The hand of Psychic Power emitted an overburdened creak that echoed in his soul, and a weak sense of dizziness intensified.

Lin Ning struggled to "open his eyes wide," gritting his teeth to squeeze out his remaining Psychic Power, firmly "grasping" the last few memory fragments that looked as if they were covered by a blood-red filter—

A page with Swiss bank account passwords, a bank safe key taped inside a drawer, winery documents held by others on his behalf in a safe house, and documents for a new identity and a luxury mansion arranged for him by the USA hidden under the floorboards of his study...

Finally, the image froze on a message sent from Li Xianmin's encrypted communicator and his self-satisfied expression...

Lin Ning's eyes were bloodshot, his fury erupting like a volcano as hatred stirred up massive waves in the sea of memory—"Li Xianmin! I'll f*ck your mother!!!"

Outside, Chen Zhi watched as Lin Ning's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, and warm blood slowly seeped from his nose and mouth.

He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, the veins on his neck and forehead bulged, and a layer of moisture surfaced in his eyes only to quickly vanish without a trace.

He thought of his comrade who had covered his infiltration years ago abroad. Like Lin Ning, he was only twenty-four. Before leaving, he had told him his mother had found him a girl for a blind date and they would meet when he returned at the end of the year.

That was how it happened; he watched helplessly as blood kept pouring from him. Even though he couldn't hold on, he still gritted his teeth and crawled out of that alley just to distract the enemy and let him escape.

After all these years, he couldn't remember how many comrades and brothers-in-arms he had seen sacrifice themselves before him. He was the sword hidden in the nation's shadow, becoming sharper and more ruthless as he was stained by this blood.

But today, he again felt a sense of being unable to look directly, something like shame and something like pride. Those ordinary people, like weeds, who were not supported by the state and had no fame or honor, would still step forward when facing the nation's enemies.

He wanted to interrupt Lin Ning's actions. He had already proven himself to be firmly on the side of the country, hadn't he?

He had been busy all night and had arranged all the plans to control Li Xianmin. This parking lot was the arrest site. At this moment, many members of the action team were waiting for orders in the surrounding cars.

Even if Lin Ning hadn't come today, he would have taken Li Xianmin into custody, and the Director would have directly reported upward to suspend him and investigate everything.

But then, he thought of Director Li's arrangements.

Chen Zhi suppressed the struggle in his eyes, and a hard shell once again wrapped around that heart.

In just a few seconds, the people in this small space seemed to have gone through different spiritual journeys.

The next moment, Lin Ning, like a patient experiencing a final burst of lucidity, suddenly sat bolt upright. A light that seemed to want to devour flesh and blood shone in his eyes. He wiped his mouth, his face covered in blood like a malevolent ghost, and cursed loudly.

At that moment, Li Xianmin had just come to a halt in front of Li Huaizheng and saluted him.

He responded respectfully to Director Li's words, "There have been many meetings lately, so I didn't go with our Director..."

Just then, in the empty and quiet parking lot, a roar suddenly rang out—

"Li Xianmin! I'll f*ck your mother!!!"

Mother... mother...

Chen Zhi was dumbfounded, but his reaction was extremely fast as he pressed the communicator by his hand. "Action!"

For a moment, Li Xianmin thought he was hallucinating. Having held a high position for years, he rarely heard the name "Li Xianmin" except for "Division Chief Li" or "Xianmin," and it certainly wasn't followed by profanity instead of "Comrade."

Li Huaizheng did not hesitate at all. Although he was old, his reactions and skills were as sharp as ever. His hands shot out like lightning, firmly grabbing Li Xianmin's arms, then he crouched down and slammed his shoulder upward into Li Xianmin's chest.

People from Director Li's car and the surrounding cars had already rushed out. Director Li's driver threw himself forward, locking Li Xianmin's upper arms and pulling him down to the side.

Two others stepped forward; one dislocated his jaw, while the other took his sidearm and handcuffed him.

A black hood was put on, and the job was done!

The few people behind didn't even get a turn.

Li Huaizheng looked at Li Xianmin on the ground with disdain and contempt. This was it?

Old Tang actually dared to say this was a fierce general under his command? More like a sauce packet for sesame noodles?

He had also gone through trials by fire back in the day; how had he degenerated into such a useless state?

Lin Ning had a sudden outburst, but after seeing Li Xianmin instantly swarmed by men, he slumped onto the back seat like a snake with its bones removed.

Chen Zhi didn't call Lin Ning's name. He only opened the car window a crack and greeted Director Li, "I'm going to the hospital!"

Li Huaizheng glanced at the position of the rear car door and nodded. "Team Leader Lu, I've made the arrangements."

"Yes!"

Chen Zhi jerked the steering wheel and sped away.