With just a flick of his finger, Kolin's whole body was covered in a thunderbolt shockwave; even the surrounding items were reduced to ash, and the motel structure began to become unstable, but it remained standing thanks to its strong foundation.
"You people abandoned us because of some ridiculous reason," Kolin roared, his veins bulging as energy surged violently from his body. His clothes tore apart under the strain.
"We have as much right to live freely as you do!"
Kaizer's gaze narrowed, and genuine surprise crossed his eyes. He had spotted the true source of the energon—a circular reactor embedded near the old man's heart. Within the military, Kaizer had seen energon reactors before, but only massive versions installed in warships and heavy machinery. Even the most brilliant military scientists were still struggling to miniaturize them. Yet now, these so-called human traitors were using a compact version within their own bodies.
A thousand questions surfaced in Kaizer's mind. He wanted to ask how it was created, who supplied it, and how long they had possessed such technology. But the situation allowed no room for curiosity.
Kaizer looked at the man with a little bit of pity and said in a soft voice.
"It's time."
Kolin was getting ready to strike with all his might. Then he felt the thunderbolt fading slowly. His face looked really scared. He yelled, "What have you done?"
As the thunderbolt completely vanished. Kolin staggered, falling to his knees. He felt like a million ants crawling under his skin.
Kaizer smirked. "Oh, nothing much. Just a little poison to save my energon."
"When did you poison me?" Kolin spoke with difficulty, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face turned red. His body collapsed on the floor with shallow breathing.
Kaizer showed a rectangle shape with his finger gesture with a smile and said, "Next time, while touching another person's stuff. You should be more careful."
Kolin's eyelid became heavy as he remembered the scratch on his finger while holding the residence card.
"Next time, I'll make sure to use a stronger dose," Kaizer said, but there was pain in his eyes; the poison he used was interlock poison. It affected a person's genes, locking every sense and function of the body; however, the cost of making this poison was high. It also had three drawbacks: slow activation, short duration that varied by user, and minimal effect on those with strong genes.
Kaizer's gaze lingered on the energon reactor, as if he was trying to deeply imprint the reactor picture.
For a moment, temptation stirred within him. If it could continuously produce energon, he could absorb it directly and greatly accelerate his evolution.
However, he shook his head after a moment.
Removing it would leave a cavity in the traitor's chest. Others would immediately notice something was missing, and suspicion would fall on him. His current mission was to capture the human traitor.
Moreover, he could already sense that someone was nearing this location.
"It is not worth the risk. Let's leave."
The barrier also faded away, so he walked outside the motel like it was no big deal, just a regular day.
Two men wearing coats got to the motel entrance. They looked really official because their uniforms were clean and had no dust on them. You could tell they were in charge. They had a look on their faces and stood up straight. One was young, while the other was older, probably in his middle age. But the badges they wore on their chests showed that they were equal. They were partners.
A middle-aged man said with a smile, "Code Zero, you have finished your mission. We will take care now."
Kaizer said as he passed by the other figure, "Deliver my new residence card to my new place."
The young man's eyes narrowed.
"…Arrogant," he muttered. "Not even a greeting. No respect for his seniors."
His figure slipped into the lengthening shadows cast by the dying daylight—it was already evening.
The middle-aged man let out a quiet sigh.
"Don't take offense. You're new, so you don't know him."
He glanced at the spot where Kaizer had disappeared.
"I watched him grow up in the training base. Among insiders, he's known as the Chameleon in human skin—someone who adapts to everything until the moment he strikes."
The young officer's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You might think he's weak," the older man continued calmly. "But if this mission had been an assassination instead of a capture… With a weapon in hand, he would need only a single breath to end a life."
He paused, then added quietly,
"That includes you. And me."
The young officer swallowed, disbelief flickering across his face.
The middle-aged man noticed the disbelief written all over the young officer's face. To clear the misunderstanding, he spoke calmly.
"Code Zero has an adept-level sensory system."
"What? How is that possible?" the young officer blurted out, unable to hide his shock. "He's just a beginner on the path of evolution!"
The middle-aged man felt a trace of amusement. That expression—he remembered it well. It was the same one he himself had worn the first time he learned about Code Zero.
"There are people born with innate advantages," the middle-aged man said with a quiet sigh. "The military has confirmed that Code Zero is one of them. This world was never fair—not even from birth."
On the path of evolution, the sensory system was as crucial as raw power. Many evolvers devoted years to specialized techniques and expensive medicines solely to enhance their senses. These senses were not only essential for breakthroughs in cultivation but also drastically amplified combat ability. Sensory systems were classified into five levels: Initial, Adept, Expert, Master, and Apex.
"For now, stay focused. Take the traitor to headquarters for interrogation."
They dragged the human traitor's unconscious body out of the motel.
The middle-aged man released a surge of energy, reducing the entire motel to ash so completely that even the surrounding grass vanished.