Neurolink System in the Modern World

City of Shan Hai

"Where's Zhang?" asked by a man named Hao Zhu who was clad in a black combat suit.

Known as a highly capable non-gifted agent, he had arrived to lead a team of fifty agents to assess the situation.

They were all armed with state-of-the-art technology-enhanced gear, and his team was supposed to be prepared .

But, as they watched the footage of the Zol Clan effortlessly decimating buildings and killing their members, even he had to concede that confronting them directly would be suicide.

Now, they were nothing but mere spectators, forced to observe from a safe distance

As he surveyed the scene, the devastation was heart breaking.

Buildings stood as mere skeletons of their former selves, shattered glass glittering amidst the rubble.

The air was thick with dust, choking the people who was lucky enough to survive.

In the middle of this chaos, some could be seen scrambling for safety, their cries piercing through night sky that was now brightened by the burning buildings.

On the roads were the mangled corpses of those who had died, their bodies twisted and broken from either by fire, crushing blows, or the frenzied stampede of the panicking crowds.

Looking closer, he witnessed the heart-wrenching scene of mothers, their faces etched with fear and anguish, holding their children tightly amidst the chaos, seeking shelter from the raining debris, their desperate eyes reflecting the terror of the moment.

"Please, help us!"

"I'm dying, we need help!"

"Save my son!"

"Save my father!"

The desperate cries echoed, voices filled with pain as those who had lost hope pleaded for rescue.

Some were brave enough and attempted to walked through bloodied streets, their movements hindered by the wreckage of collapsed structures.

Each step was a struggle for survival, a desperate bid to escape the merciless massacre unfolding around them.

"Why do this?" Han Zhu gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly in anger.

The sight of his fellow countrymen dying at the hands of the evil Zol Clan ignited a fury within him that even the kindest soul would struggle to contain.

He struggled to understand the reasoning behind their madness. Many individuals and organizations had the capability to also cause such destruction, but none would do so without a compelling motive.

This just showed that the Zol Clan acted because they were violent. They embodied pure evil in every aspect.

"Captain, Zhang is still on Jeju Island. We've received reports that he's still recovering from the fight with the Zol Clan leader," one of his subordinates reported.

Han Zhu was shocked to hear this . He knew that they could not contend with the Zol Clan right now with their current manpower .

Even if Zhang was present, they would still be at a disadvantage.

He already lost a one-on-one against the clan leader, so his chances of victory was now almost non-existent, because she brought an army with her .

"What should we do , Captain?"

Hao Zhu paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

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This just showed that sheer numbers alone were insufficient to bridge the gap.

They had even received reports stating that, for some unknown reason, the current members of the Zol Clan were more powerful than their predecessors from the past.

"What about the other branches? Are they sending their gifted operatives here?" Han Zhu inquired.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It was ironic that in a crisis caused by those who have overwhelming gifts, they found themselves relying on gifteds .

"We've sent out the distress signal, but it'll take some time for reinforcements to arrive,"

"Alright, for now, help the wounded civilians escape this place. Don't confront the Zol Clan members," Hao Zhu ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

But Before his subordinates could even follow his orders, they began exploding one by one.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Limbs were torn asunder, flesh shredded into bloody ribbons, and screams of agony echoed through the air as they died like pigs.

Han Zhu was taken aback, his senses reeling from the gruesome scene before him.

As he struggled to regain his bearings, his gaze drifted upward, and there, against the backdrop of the night sky, he spotted a robed figure soaring through the air.

A member of the Zol Clan had found them

"Garbage humans," the robed man sneered in contempt, his eyes showing his disdain for mankind.

"How dare you act like you own this planet in the presence of our clan." To him, humans were nothing but insignificant rejects, unworthy of even the slightest consideration.

"Die," the robed man snarled, raising his hands with the intent to kill

Han Zhu knew he had to act quickly. With a surge of drug enhancing chemical , he activated his combat suit to its fullest potential.

With a quick step, he dashed forward, propelling himself into the air. His blade raised high, vibrating with power as he prepared to unleash a devastating attack.

"You monsters," With a gritted teeth, and precise motion, Han Zhu brought his sword down with all his might, aiming directly at the robed man head.

The blade sliced through the air with a fierce whir, unleashing a powerful shockwave upon impact.

The force of the attack reverberated through the surrounding area, sending debris flying in all directions.

Han Zhu landed, his gaze fixed on his opponent, ready to press the attack further if needed.

However—

"Eh?" He felt a sense of disorientation wash over him.

"Why am I looking at the ground?" he questioned, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation.

Suddenly, the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. His head had been severed from his body.

In that final moment of clarity, he understood the true extent of the Zol Clan power.

Overpowered.

"Bunch of trash," the robed man sneered as he hovered down, casting a disdainful gaze on the civilians below.

"Please, have mercy!" All the humans present dropped to their knees, a collective plea for their survival

Faced with overwhelming power, kneeling was their only recourse, a symbol of submission to the godlike figure before them.

"Useless rejects," the robed man grinned manically, raising his hand with malicious intent to end the lives of everyone present once and for all.

BOOM!

The deafening explosion erupted, and in terror, everyone closed their eyes, bracing for the inevitable end. In their minds, they were already resigned to their fate.

"I'm still alive?" One of the civilians muttered as she slowly raised her head

To her astonishment, she saw the robed black man still hovering in the sky.

But something had changed; another figure now stood beside him, an unknown individual who quickly ripped out the robe man's heart.