114: Chapter 114 Not a Single One Left Behind

He didn't look back again at the survivors supporting each other as they disappeared into the depths of the ruins.

He didn't even spare another glance at the youth who was looking at him with eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

After using the [mosquito repellent spray] to stabilize the injuries of the old man who had been knocked unconscious by a rifle butt, all of Chen Xi's warmth and pity vanished without a trace, like seawater being instantly drained away.

He turned around.

He faced that deadly hell once more, a place he had personally created, now shrouded in endless dust and chaos.

“Great Wall.”

In his mind, he called out to Director Long in a tone devoid of any emotion.

“Mission change.”

“Starting now, cleaning up the trash.”

He didn't wait for an answer.

He activated the [Chameleon Cloak], and his figure was like a drop of ink dropped into water, silently blending into that gray, lethal thick mist.

The hunt had begun.

【Holy shit! Master Xi's aura! It's like the God of Slaughter has descended!】

【Kill these bastards! Don't let a single one go!】

【He was a Bodhisattva just now when saving people, but now he's turned into Yama! I love it, I love it!】

In the Livestream room, the audience's anger was completely ignited, transforming into an extreme thirst for revenge.

And Chen Xi was the blade of their revenge.

His first target was a Sniper.

The guy was hiding on a second-floor platform that was half-collapsed from the explosion, cursing the damn dust while anxiously wiping his dust-covered scope with his sleeve.

He was completely unaware that a transparent shadow, like a ripple in the air, had already silently appeared behind him.

In the thermal imaging view of the [anti-smog mask], this Sniper radiated a bright, human-shaped heat source like a torch.

Clear.

And completely defenseless.

Chen Xi didn't hesitate for a second.

The [weeding sickle] in his hand traced an imperceptible, cold arc.

Squelch.

A slight sound, almost negligible.

The Sniper's movement of wiping the scope suddenly froze.

The next second.

His head, wearing a dazed expression, rolled off his neck.

Warm blood gushed out, only to be instantly scattered into the thick dust by the cold night wind.

The entire process was silent and noiseless.

Chen Xi's figure didn't pause for a moment before disappearing again.

He was like a ghost, beginning an elegant yet cruel dance in this battlefield he had personally crafted to suit himself best.

The second target was a two-man patrol team moving forward back-to-back, searching while remaining alert in the dust.

They were the most experienced veterans of the 'Hound' squad, maintaining high tactical discipline even in such chaos.

“Baka! Where on earth is that ghost?!” one of them cursed under his breath.

“Calm down, Fujita! He can't run! The Captain has already set an inescapable net!”

Before the words had even finished.

The Soldier named Fujita suddenly felt his back lighten.

He whipped his head around, only to see his companion looking at him with a face full of terror, a thin line of blood appearing on his throat before he slumped down softly.

Fujita's pupils instantly shrank to the size of needle tips.

He opened his mouth, wanting to sound the alarm.

But a cold hand, as if coming from the depths of the Nine Underworlds, covered his mouth from behind.

At the same time, a cold sharpness gently slit across his neck.

The last thing he saw was a blurred human silhouette in the air that slowly emerged and then quickly vanished.

...

“Sniper Point B-3 has lost contact!”

“Patrol G-2 has lost contact!”

“Observation Post C-5 has lost contact! Repeat! Observation Post C-5 has lost contact!”

On the clock tower.

In Nakajima Shinichi's command channel, one report of death after another rang out continuously like the beat of a funeral drum.

His face changed from initial confidence to suspicion, and then to a deathly pale at this moment.

“What's going on?! Answer me!” he roared into the communicator.

“Captain! He's among us! He's right here in the smoke!”

The voice of one squad member was filled with sobbing and extreme terror.

“We can't see him! He's like a ghost! Ah—!”

A short, miserable scream.

Then, eternal silence.

Panic spread like the most terrible plague among the remaining members of the 'Hound' squad.

The professionalism and calmness they took pride in were torn to shreds when facing this completely incomprehensible, dimension-reducing hunt.

“How on earth did he do it...”

Nakajima Shinichi muttered to himself, his body trembling slightly from fear and disbelief.

He couldn't figure it out.

In an environment where visibility was less than a meter and communication was severely interfered with, how did the opponent find and hunt his subordinates—who were scattered everywhere and constantly moving—so precisely?

This wasn't scientific!

This was impossible!

However, for Chen Xi.

All of this was beyond simple.

In the vision provided by his [anti-smog mask], the world didn't look like what Nakajima Shinichi saw at all.

There was no dust so thick it couldn't be dispersed.

There were no blurred ruins.

There was only a gray 3D world as clear as a digital model.

And in this gray world, the dozen or so life signals representing the members of the 'Hound' squad were presented in his vision as bright, orange-red human-shaped targets, incredibly clear.

Every person's position.

Every person's movement.

Every person's heartbeat and breathing frequency.

Everything was clearly marked there like standard answers in a textbook.

This was not a hunt between equals.

This was a one-sided slaughter from a higher-dimensional civilization.

【Holy crap... so Master Xi has a wallhack on!】

【This isn't an anti-smog mask, this is a freaking individual Soldier radar combat system!】

【I finally understand... in Master Xi's eyes, these Japs aren't wearing any clothes at all... no, even their skin is gone, they're just a bunch of walking human-shaped heat sources...】

【The art of slaughter! Is this a true Soldier King? Calm, efficient, lethal!】

【For these bastards, we should use even more bastardly methods! Master Xi! Don't leave a single one alive!】

After the initial shock, the audience in the Livestream room finally understood the truth behind this terrifying hunt.

Their emotions shifted from the simple thrill of revenge to a deep awe of absolute technological power.

And this one-sided massacre was still continuing.

Chen Xi was like the most efficient janitor, clearing the constantly flashing red light dots on the map one by one.

In the communication channel, the terrified screams gradually became sparse.

Finally, they disappeared completely.

The entire battlefield fell silent once again.

Only the wailing of the wind blowing through the ruins and the sound of fires burning in the distance remained.

Nakajima Shinichi stood stiffly on top of the clock tower, holding the communicator that had long since stopped making any sound, like a stone statue.

He knew.

His 'Hounds' had been completely wiped out.

The hunting ground he had carefully arranged had turned into a slaughterhouse for himself and his subordinates.

A cold chill that penetrated deep into his bones rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He suddenly threw away the communicator and, like a stray dog, turned and fled madly toward the exit of the clock tower.

However.

He had only run two steps.

A cold voice, devoid of any emotion, as if sounding from the depths of his soul, spoke eerily behind him:

“The game is over.”

“Mr. Hound, have you thought about how you want to die?”