Chapter 341: Police Station Blown Up

The woman's voice was sharp and firm, yet there was clearly exhaustion woven into her tone. Every sentence that left her lips felt filled with strength, even though her breath was nearly ragged.

New coordinates were confidently relayed to the rescue team in the field, but in her heart, the woman knew there were many things beyond control—too many lives hanging in the balance of the decisions being made.

The office may not have been filled with the wailing of sirens or the roar of flames consuming everything, but the tension within felt far more lethal.

Every word they received, every report that came in, had the potential to determine the fate of many—life or death.

They were the connecting link, the unseen arbiters of life and death, the last line of defense, the ones who never slept, keeping the flame of hope alive in the dark of night.

They maintained the crucial communication, ensuring every call was forwarded, every report filtered, and every cry for help not ignored.

However, out there, the tension they felt was merely a small part of a greater threat.

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Outside, under the dim light of the moon, a group dressed in black cloaks observed with great caution.

They were the Soul Collectors—a group of mad fanatics determined to resurrect the God they worshipped. Their purpose for coming here was clear: to exact revenge with all the power they possessed.

They had long awaited this opportunity, after their headquarters was attacked by police officers who coldly struck them without mercy.

Now, as they prepared to blow up the police station, they carried various types of bombs that had been meticulously prepared, bombs that could destroy more than just a building—bombs that could obliterate any remaining hope.

Leading them was a tall man in a black cloak that covered his entire body, with only a small part of his face visible, obscured by a cold black fabric mask.

This man was one of the Captains of the Four Executives—someone who rarely surfaced but was greatly feared. His face appeared flat, emotionless, yet there was undeniable tension behind every step he took.

Every command he issued was so firm and authoritative, as if he knew there was no turning back for them.

With a hand gesture, the Soul Collectors immediately sprang into action, preparing their bombs with trained speed. They knew that every passing second was a precious opportunity to complete their mission.

With swift and coordinated movements, the bombs were thrown around the police station, burying their hopes in a series of explosive shocks.

Some bombs were tossed into the office through open windows, while others were thrown into rooms through open doors.

As the bombs exploded, the tremendous blasts seemed to tear the sky apart, and panic spread rapidly within the building.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Booom!"

The first explosion occurred with incredible force, ripping apart the fragile walls and ceiling. The building shook, and the echoing sound of the blast was piercing to the ears.

The officers inside the police station immediately panicked. They ran back and forth, hiding under desks or searching for an escape route.

Some of them, Anomalies or Abnormals, tried to use their abilities—creating energy shields to protect themselves and their colleagues.

However, the second explosion came with unexpected speed.

"Boom!" The thunderous sound shook the floors of the building, and the heat of the fire began to spread in all directions.