I Am Your Natural Enemy

In an instant, the wristband disintegrated on its own, turning into countless tiny droplets invisible to the naked eye.

Countless droplets scattered in all directions, covering the area indiscriminately.

Following Wen Yan’s will, they spread out to the maximum range, indiscriminately covering everyone within several kilometers around.

It ensured that every person had an extremely tiny droplet containing corpse poison on them.

Through these, he could locate all people nearby, making sure each individual could be precisely tracked by the resonance between him and the super-enhanced wristband.

Wen Yan took his first step and felt a malicious intent from the left; his left middle finger raised on its own, leading his left hand to wave swiftly in front of him.

Clang—the sharp sound of metal striking metal echoed, accompanied by a spark; a bullet grazed the nail of his left middle finger, changed direction, and struck the ground beside him, skimming past Wen Yan’s body.

A charred, small hole appeared in the ground.

Wen Yan’s finger was numb from the shock. He looked left and let out a laugh.

”Nice, like a cornered dog biting back.”

Witnessing this, the Scorching Sun Department members waiting outside turned green in the face.

They’d already sealed off this stretch of road; within a three-kilometer core radius, there was absolutely no way outsiders could get in. Beyond three kilometers, there were still roadblocks and perimeter patrols.

In other words, the whole five-kilometer area was basically locked down.

At this distance, even a top sniper with a high-precision rifle wouldn’t count on hitting the target on the first shot, especially in the morning fog and howling autumn winds, unless they were playing pure luck without proper calibration.

That last shot clearly came from somewhere not particularly far away.

No one needed to say a word—Scorching Sun Department operatives moved instantly.

Wen Yan glanced at a few nearby Scorching Sun Department members. He recognized some—they were upper management from the Nanwu County Scorching Sun Department.

”Minister Cai is dead.

I’m telling you, do whatever it takes—take him alive.”

With just one sentence from Wen Yan, the entire group’s mindset blew up.

Immediately, someone shouted into their earpiece.

”Minister Cai is dead! No matter what it takes, take him alive!”

Wen Yan cast a glance in that direction, confirmed the location, and the droplet there seeped into the target’s body, detonating near his heart.

Infused with the Explosive Great Sun, Wen Yan’s connection with the wristband—already like an extension of his own body—skyrocketed, allowing him to detonate remotely at will.

The corpse poison erupted; the gunman, missing his first shot, immediately knew he couldn’t escape.

He didn’t intend to run—he readied his second shot at once.

But just then, his expression changed; his heart and lungs began to numb and stiffen, the power in his limbs draining away rapidly as if sucked out of him.

Before he could do anything else, he was already slumped on the ground.

The Field Agents arriving nearby were red-eyed.

The minister was dead; this year’s bonuses were probably gone. An incident this big meant even bigger trouble was looming.

If Wen Yan had just stepped out and been shot dead immediately, every one of them would be taking the blame.

Especially those closest to the shooter—the same squad—would probably spend the next half year under relentless scrutiny.

One Field Agent rushed over, kicked the sniper rifle aside, and, seeing the shooter in bad shape, immediately reached out and dislocated his jaw.

”He’s trying to kill himself! Adrenaline!”

The trailing team member instantly whipped out an adrenaline syringe, jabbed it into the shooter’s neck—no time for gentleness—they only wanted this guy alive, just to keep a witness.

With the injection, the gunman’s numbing heart and lungs gradually regained some vitality, barely stalling the spread of corpse poison.

At the same time, Wen Yan watched the Scorching Sun Department members across from him seem to sigh in relief, so he silently stopped the corpse poison from erupting, letting the toxin start to subside.

Several Nanwu County high-ups strode rapidly toward Wen Yan.

”What the hell happened?”

”Is that Minister Cai?”

Wen Yan raised his hand to silence their barrage of questions.

”Someone locked down the Domain—nobody in or out. Then a wanted man got inside and assassinated the minister, and an unmanned cargo truck delivered a Night Vigil Deity right into the Domain.

The minister burned out his life to kill that Night Vigil Deity—died in battle on the spot.

I came out to scout, confirmed the lockdown here had dissolved. There are still quite a few people left inside.

That’s about it, I’m not handling the rest.

I’m taking Minister Cai back.”

Someone stopped Wen Yan, wanting to see Minister Cai.

Wen Yan glanced at him, silently multiplying the tracking dose on his body several times.

He set Cai Qidong down, unzipped the body bag, and exposed Cai Qidong’s face.

Cai Qidong, now set down, had clearly entered rigor mortis; his body was starting to stiffen.

After just a glance, the others were sure he was dead—and definitely Cai Qidong.

”If there’s nothing else, I’m taking Minister Cai back first.”

”Wait...”

”Even an idiot can tell—there must be insiders in your Scorching Sun Department making all this happen.

The moment I came out, your own gunman tried to blow my head off.”