112: First display of power

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and char.

The highly paid top bodyguards had all fallen in pools of blood.

The enemy's marksmanship was precise and vicious; they all aimed for headshots, leaving no one alive.

Only Jiang Yuan's Rolls-Royce remained relatively intact, with only a few cracks on its bulletproof glass, having avoided direct heavy bombardment.

It was obvious.

The order they received was to kill all the bodyguards and capture the boss alive.

"Duke Ross? Or Mrs. Lin?"

Jiang Yuan stood in front of the car, one hand in his pocket, his gaze sweeping over the seemingly empty sand dunes ahead.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly in the dry air.

No response.

Only the rustling of sand as the wind swept it up.

The mercenaries were like a pack of silent hyenas, waiting for the best moment to strike.

Suddenly.

Behind the sand dune a hundred meters away, a fully armed commander raised his hand and made a tactical gesture.

No verbal communication was needed. A sniper instantly pulled the trigger.

Bang! A dull gunshot echoed.

The bullet tore through the air, carrying a deathly shriek, heading straight for Jiang Yuan's right knee.

The intention was clear: break his leg, then take him away.

In the eyes of an ordinary person, this bullet was too fast to see.

But in Jiang Yuan's eyes, with his Third-Order Gene Lock activated, the world seemed to suddenly enter slow motion.

He clearly saw the spinning metal bullet, the ripples it created as it cut through the air, and even the subtle rifling on its surface.

"Too slow."

Jiang Yuan subconsciously frowned.

He didn't dodge.

He simply raised his right hand casually, as if swatting a fly, and lightly grabbed in front of his knee.

Clack.

A faint metallic clang.

That large-caliber sniper bullet, powerful enough to break an elephant's thigh bone, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

It was held firmly between two slender fingers.

Behind the distant sand dune.

The sniper, who saw this scene through the scope, nearly had his eyeballs pop out.

The commander's usually indifferent expression instantly froze, and the chewing tobacco in his mouth fell to the ground.

Catch a bullet with bare hands? Is this a Marvel movie?

"Is this what you're relying on?"

Jiang Yuan looked at the slightly warm metal at his fingertips, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

His current physical strength could withstand the shockwave at the center of a nuclear explosion; these so-called thermal weapons seemed no different from toys to him.

Snap.

He squeezed slightly with his fingers.

That specially made armor-piercing bullet head, as if made of flour, instantly crumbled into golden powder, scattering through his fingers.

"Since you won't speak."

Jiang Yuan clapped the metal dust from his hands, raised his head, and locked his gaze on the commander's position.

"Then don't blame me."

The moment his words fell.

Boom!

The ground beneath Jiang Yuan's feet exploded without warning.

That was the pure recoil force caused by his physical explosive power stomping the earth.

The asphalt road within a two-meter radius instantly shattered, and countless gravel flew backward like bullets.

And Jiang Yuan's figure...

Disappeared.

Not invisibility.

It was because he was too fast.

So fast that it surpassed the limit of human retinal capture, so fast that it left a lingering afterimage in his original spot.

The commander only felt a blur before his eyes.

A terrifying wind pressure rushed towards him, and before he could react, a cold, oriental face was already inches from his nose.

A distance of one hundred meters.

Zero point a few seconds.

This was no different from teleportation!

"You..." The commander's pupils contracted violently, an instinctive fear as a creature faced its natural predator.

He subconsciously tried to raise his gun.

But Jiang Yuan had already thrown his punch.

This was his first truly full-power strike.

He didn't know how strong he was now, only instinctively wanted to defeat this enemy in front of him.

So.

He clenched his right fist, using no fancy moves, just a simple, unadorned punch forward.

"Get down!"

Boom—!!!

A dull, heart-stopping explosion rang out.

This punch landed squarely on the commander's chest.

He wasn't sent flying like in the movies.

Because the punch was too fast, and the energy transfer too intense, the body had no time to be displaced.

In the microsecond that the fist connected with the bulletproof vest.

The commander didn't even have time to feel pain.

Bang!

Like a balloon filled with red paint, instantly crushed by a hydraulic press.

Whether it was the top-tier bulletproof vest, claimed to stop rifle bullets, or the hard ribs, flesh, and internal organs inside.

In that instant, everything was shattered into the tiniest particles by the violent force.

The entire person.

Directly exploded into a dense crimson blood mist on the spot!

Not even a single complete bone fragment remained.

Immediately after.

That terrifying punch wind finally erupted completely.

It enveloped this warm blood mist, forming a huge fan-shaped vacuum shockwave that raged wildly backward.

Rumble!

The seven or eight mercenaries standing behind the commander had no idea what happened.

They only saw their commander suddenly "disappear."

Then a blood-scented hurricane swept over them like a heavy hammer.

Crack! Crack! The sound of bones breaking linked together.

Seven or eight strong men were instantly sent flying dozens of meters away, like scarecrows caught in a typhoon, smashing heavily into the depths of the sand dunes, their fates unknown.

As the wind and sand dissipated.

Jiang Yuan remained in his punching stance, standing silently in place.

Not even a drop of blood stained his fist—because the punch was so fast, it had vibrated the blood away.

And before him.

The commander, who had just been alive and arrogant.

Only a faint reddish mist lingered in the air, slowly dissipating.

Aside from the two severed feet still wearing tactical boots on the ground.

This person was as if he had never existed.

Jiang Yuan retracted his fist, looked at the horrifying scene before him, then at his own clean palms.

He was silent for two seconds. Then he frowned slightly.

"It seems..." "I overdid it a little."

The blood mist caused by that punch was still slowly dissipating in the air.

The remaining twenty-odd mercenaries' psychological defenses completely collapsed.

They were killing machines who only recognized money, but this didn't mean they wanted to die, especially not to die inexplicably at the hands of a "non-human" monster.

When Jiang Yuan's gaze swept over them.

Clang.

Someone dropped their gun first.

Immediately after, there was a chorus of knees hitting the sand.

"Don't kill me!! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!!"

The closest squad leader frantically kowtowed, his voice choked with sobs:

"It was Mrs. Lin! That woman!"

"She ordered us to capture you alive! She said we had to control you and force you to sign documents abandoning your assets!"

"That's all we know... please, don't kill me..."

Jiang Yuan stood before them, his eyes as calm as still water.

So that's how it is.

Trying to default on a debt and then break the contract through kidnapping.

This indeed matched the style of that crazy woman, whose eyes were red from gambling.