You Infiltrate. I Make Them Apologize on Their Knees.

Blast doors dropped at both ends. Four armed guards rushed from hidden entrances. Two struck first, stealing a baton and sweeping one man's legs. A clear sequence suddenly appeared in Lu Chen's mind. The coding intuition from his first mission was parsing the security system—and the guards—as predictable logic. The left camera would turn for half a second. The nearest guard would instinctively glance toward its blind spot. “Wanqing, down!” Lu Chen smashed the fire-control switch with the toolbox. White powder filled the hallway. He charged on the rhythm in his head, evaded a shock baton, and elbowed a wrist. Two finished the motion from the opposite side. For the first time, original and avatar moved like two hands of one mind.