Neurolink System in the Modern World

Chapter 439 Declaration of War

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.

"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.