​The red digital numbers on the detonator quickly shrank to seven seconds in Barra's holographic view.​There was no panic or cold sweat pouring from the dominant man's body.​Barra immediately accessed the three-dimensional property blueprint on his System screen. His fingers moved virtually with a precision speed invisible to normal human eyes.​He highlighted the building's front terrace area, right at the plant pot where the black backpack was left.​[Execute Instant Remodeling: Underground Waste Disposal Structure Modification.]​Barra confirmed the command in a matter of seconds.​The outer terrace ceramic floor instantly responded to the AI machine's supernatural command. The cement surface opened mechanically like a trapdoor.​A fifteen-meter-deep disposal passage lined with double safety steel plates was created instantly.​The black backpack containing the C4 fell, sucked into the hole's darkness very quickly. The ceramic floor sealed shut again right before the digital numb

​Barra's openly disdainful arrogant smirk successfully ignited Elena's cold emotions.​The executive manager wasted no time. Her index finger pulled the golden revolver's trigger without the slightest hesitation.​Click!​The trigger mechanism was only halfway through its movement, yet Barra had already dashed across the spacious office.​The muscular man's maneuvering speed far outpaced the firearm trigger's mechanical mechanism.​Barra parried the manager's wrist upward using the back of his left forearm.​Bang!​The shot went off, discharging a bullet that veered far off, shattering the crystal chandelier on the room's ceiling.​Simultaneously, Barra's right hand moved to forcefully dismantle the revolver's cylinder.​Crack!​The expensive gold-plated firearm broke into pieces of scrap metal in seconds. Its bullets fell onto the marble floor with a clattering sound.​Elena gasped. Her eyes widened in disbelief, seeing her go-to weapon destroyed in an unthinkable way.​The woman in

​The roar of the helicopter rotor blades on the roof caused ceiling dust to fall. Barra turned his body, leaving Elena still sitting deathly pale on her chair.​"Stay in this room until I return," Barra ordered without looking back at all.​"Y-you are going to face them alone on the roof? They are heavily armed troops!" Elena asked with a trembling voice out of fear.​Barra did not answer the stupid question. The dominant man stepped firmly toward the teak wood coat rack in the corner of the room.​He took a pitch-black thick wool winter coat from there.​The muscular man wore it casually, then adjusted his collar in front of the glass mirror to ward off the bone-chilling night wind.​"I just want to greet an old friend for a bit," Barra said in a very flat voice.​He stepped out of the office, heading toward the emergency stairs access door at the end of the corridor. Barra walked up the concrete stairs with a highly regular breathing rhythm.​The intense mechanical vibrations contin

​Barra Sterling closed the silver suitcase again with one extremely slow and calm hand movement. The dominant man had absolutely no intention of fleeing the third-floor executive office after reading the invasion warning from the System screen.​He turned his body, then grabbed a napkin tissue from the wooden tray. His hand moved to wipe the remaining water stains on the edge of the glass desk.​The muscular man cleaned its surface until it shined perfectly. His movements were very meticulous, like a professional cleaner.​"Stand up from the floor, Elena," Barra commanded, throwing the dirty tissue into the trash basket. "Brew two cups of strong espresso using the automatic coffee machine in that corner."​Elena rubbed her knees, which were still trembling violently. The woman in the red suit stood up with wobbly steps toward the mini bar cabinet in the corner of the room.​"Sir, what about the hit squad heading here?" Elena asked in a hoarse voice, holding back fear. "They are elite

​​The System interface screen that kept blinking red finally went completely dark. The electromagnetic frequency wave successfully silenced the AI machine's wireless connection inside Barra's head absolutely.​The muscular man now had to rely on his pure fighting instinct without any supernatural movement prediction analysis assistance.​The man with a face full of slash scars wasted no time. He immediately lunged forward through the remaining thick smoke from the destroyed truck radiator.​His right hand swung a sharply curved double-edged tactical karambit knife, aiming straight at the landlord's neck vein.​Barra did not step back a single inch. His ice-cold eyes locked onto the deadly knife slash's direction very accurately.​He only tilted his head slightly to the side. The karambit blade missed past his neck skin with millimeter precision, only cutting empty air.​Before his enemy could pull his hand back, Barra had already dashed into the tall man's defense zone.​The dominant