One man with a gun had instantly stunned this group, who had blood on their hands from countless lives.
Li Cheng had seen many people, and he could easily read the intentions in their eyes.
Most people spoke with fierce undertones hidden within, yet the calm, unrippled eyes and tone of the youth before him left no room for doubt in his heart.
This kid really dared to shoot!
"You dare..."
Xiang Shan felt a surge of ferocity in his heart and was about to spew venomous words, but he had only uttered two words.
His back was suddenly soaked in cold sweat.
Because in Mu Fan's indifferent gaze, his finger had pressed down a third of the way!
He had clenched the trigger!
Once it passed halfway, the bullet in the handgun would fire, piercing through the brain, killing him outright.
Struggling to suppress the tremors in his heart, Xiang Shan finally shut his mouth at that moment.
Many years later, the soldiers present would still remember that indifferent and calm gaze.
Mu Fan was the first to take action at the Special Service Department's base.
He was also the first to boldly press a gun heavily against a major's forehead, surrounded by dozens of pulse rifles.
Hearing Mu Fan's undisguised murderous intent in that indifferent gaze, Xiang Shan finally... felt fear.
This is a madman!
However, at that moment, Rong Wei, who stood at the front, stepped forward, her gaze icy.
"Put the gun down, or you are dead today."
Hearing this, hope should have risen in Xiang Shan's heart, but after looking directly into Mu Fan's eyes, he just wanted to curse Rong Wei.
Couldn't she wait for this kid to let him go before making threats!
Without even lifting his eyelids, Mu Fan continued to look at Xiang Shan, who was starting to be overrun by fear, and calmly said:
"I can put the gun down, just don't bring up handcuffs again. Want to handcuff me? Fine, but follow the charges."
Rong Wei's chest heaved with anger, not having been truly angry in a long time.
If the Special Service Department is a pushover, then wouldn't anyone feel entitled to trample over them? What's the point of making arrests? Might as well disband early!
"I'll say it again; you have no right to negotiate. Put the gun down, or you are dead today."
Mu Fan simply didn't know why this woman harbored such deep hatred towards him; he just instinctively felt she was unbearably noisy.
He finally gave Rong Wei a cold look, his fierce gaze almost making it feel like facing a fierce beast.
"I don't want to repeat myself. If you want to kill me, go ahead and try, let's see who ends up dead… you or me?"
"Noisy woman, it's likely your death would be in vain if I killed you. I really want to see what happens when you provoke the privileges of the Centurion Medal…"
Mu Fan was running out of patience. Among this group, there was not a single person who posed a threat to him.
As for the autonomous weapons in the corners, Mu Fan completely ignored them.
Only he would end up killing these dozens of people; although the proximity vastly increased his risk, on the other hand...
All these autonomous weapons had entered the spread range of the force field on Mu Fan's wristband.
Now, these weapons belonged to the Blacks, not the Specials.
However, what Mu Fan hadn't anticipated was that, when the "Centurion Medal" was mentioned, nearly half of the people in front of him, including Rong Wei's frown, changed their expressions.
"Centurion Medal?"
Now it was Mu Fan's turn to be amused. He cast a mocking glance at Xiang Shan, then at Rong Wei.
"You better do your research thoroughly before making arrests, really, where does your confidence come from? Thinking to kill me, a bunch of people whose physical strength doesn't exceed level 20."
Mu Fan's words were merciless, but those listening felt a chill in their hearts.
Especially Xiang Shan, who was almost cursing out loud.
Damn the orders from above, just to capture a student, a bit tricky, make a quick sentence after the capture, the sooner it's done, the better.
So he didn't take the words of the Night Assassination Captain seriously at all; there are plenty of medals, who knows what kind of medal these old soldiers dredged up just to avoid handcuffs.
But from what I just heard...
This kid, how many enemies did he kill to get that medal that spares him from death!
And how does he know the physical levels of the people here?
Mu Fan didn't actually know the specific levels, but after experiencing the Mecha Martial Arts Competition, his spirit seemed to suddenly possess a certain characteristic that allowed him to perceive threatening enemies in his Spiritual Vision.
From the moment he got on the vehicle, he had activated his Spiritual Vision. Unfortunately, there was no one present who could even cause a spiritual sting.
People at level 20 could just slightly threaten him.
Unfortunately, there were none here.
Rong Wei, upon hearing Mu Fan's words, did not get angry this time but quickly tapped on her wireless earpiece.
"Intelligence Department, retrieve the list of Centurion Medal recipients on Blue Capital Star from the past year, report back immediately."
"Okay, searching. One recipient in the past year, name: Mu Fan, a member of Dingchuan Academy's Army Reserve as a specially recruited student, recorded physical level: 22, height..."
Hearing this, Rong Wei immediately turned off the voice transmission and looked at Li Cheng beside her with a complex expression.
Li Cheng's gaze asked a question, and Rong Wei silently nodded.
The exchange of glances between the two was complete.
"Reserve Officer Mu Fan, we will not take coercive measures against you, please cooperate with the Special Service Department's investigation. Everyone, lower your weapons and put them on safety."
Rong Wei really didn't want to say this, but the words spoken had to be her own to conclude.
Upon hearing this, Mu Fan could feel Xiang Shan's body under the muzzle was no longer that rigid, as if he had just exhaled a big breath.
He even saw a trace of gratitude in his eyes.
"Now you know?"
In the Spiritual Vision, all the weapons of the people were stowed away.
Mu Fan finally responded indifferently then slowly pulled his right hand back, the gun muzzle moving away from Xiang Shan's forehead.
At that moment, this major across the way gasped heavily; the pressure the young man under twenty had brought him was too intense, especially the surge of death that came when the trigger was nearly pulled... it was nearly suffocating.
Now, it seemed as if he had been pulled back from the gates of Hell to the living world.
Then Mu Fan's movement didn't end there; the pistol lightly turned, its muzzle pointing towards himself before handing it back to Xiang Shan.
Xiang Shan instinctively wanted to step back, but seeing Mu Fan's movements, he awkwardly froze.
"The gun is yours."
Looking at Mu Fan's seemingly sincere eyes, Xiang Shan felt that the pistol could provide him a great amount of confidence and safety.
He couldn't help but think to immediately fire the gun.
However, as his finger instinctively reached through the trigger guard, it accidentally brushed against Mu Fan's finger.
Mu Fan's right index finger was also hooked around the perimeter of the trigger guard, his whole palm grasping the pistol barrel.
Xiang Shan instinctively looked up at Mu Fan.
Mu Fan showed a chilling smile, an unseen uniform sleeve masking his right arm's muscles swelling up instantly as if they were iron.
Six Forms – Steel!
The veins on the back of his hand bulged out.
Then, amid a grating sound that could make one's teeth sour, Mu Far's right hand crushed down.
When he opened his hand again, a gun barrel twisted like mangled putty was presented before everyone.
Mu Fan pulled his arms back behind him, returning to his harmless appearance at the beginning, while Xiang Shan numbly took back the handgun.
Now, even if bribed with ten times the courage, he would not dare to shoot.
Why? Pulling the trigger would surely burst the barrel!
Looking at the twisted, unrecognizable barrel, a chill rose from the heart of everyone present.
What kind of person had they brought back?
Or did they capture a human-shaped Mecha?