That profound slumber, however, was an eternal sleep of death these three FBI agents would never forget!

Of the three sleeping agents, the most talkative one had the most vivid dream. At some point, he found himself in his favorite bar. The music was his beloved saxophone, and he ordered an ice-cold whiskey, instantly feeling his tension melt away.

Suddenly, a fragrant wind drifted by, though the scent was quite peculiar. At first, it smelled like orange perfume, but upon a deeper inhale, it shifted to the aroma of steak and red wine. The agent didn't dwell on it, as a woman suddenly sat on the stool beside him. She wore a tight black miniskirt and looked exactly like Angelina Jolie, his greatest fascination. She gave him a mesmerizing smile.

His heart immediately began to race. Frankly, it had been a long time since he felt such agitation and dizzying infatuation. He lowered his head, suddenly feeling clumsy and unsure of what to do. Then, a stunningly beautiful face leaned close to his, cooing coquettishly, "Honey, this is so boring. Why don't we do something exciting?"

"!!!" The innocent man instantly blushed. "What kind of exciting thing,~~~~~~ Oh!"

It turned out the woman's hand had reached between his legs and given him a light tap. The innocent man's entire body tensed up. Immediately following that, he felt that soft, tender hand gently stroking over his trousers, causing him to close his eyes and let out heavy gasps.

Gradually, he sensed "Jolie" slowly descending from the stool to crouch before him. She unbuckled his belt, then, with a seductive smile, opened her mouth, her bright red tongue gently licking the corner of her lips, full of intense temptation.

The innocent man immediately gasped, "Baby, hurry, right now!"

Undoubtedly, his lower body was already fully aroused, standing rigidly erect. But just then, "Jolie's" mouth suddenly split open, transforming into a horrifying, monstrous maw, just like the parasitic zombies from the Resident Evil 5 game he had just played! That terrifying, dark-red oral cavity was lined with rows of sharp teeth, slowly rotating as if powered by a chainsaw!!

"Ah!!!!!" The innocent man shrieked a scream more piercing than any he had uttered before, scrambling frantically to escape. But the goddess positioned between his legs had already done what he most desired three seconds prior—she buried her head down hard!!!

Blood instantly jetted out violently... along with pulverized chunks of flesh, tissue, and shredded black hair...

The agent who didn't talk much was named Carter.

He wasn't actually taciturn; he was inwardly passionate, his hobby being fantasy. For instance, when the buxom Triss swaggered in, documents in hand, entering the Chief’s office, his first thought would always be that the Chief was undoing his zipper.

Or when he was being scolded by the team leader, he would often be fantasizing about kicking the leader flying and wiping his shoes clean on the man’s face.

So, at this moment, he once again perceived the team leader berating him, every word cutting him to the quick with unbearable pain. Worse still, for some unknown reason, the administrative women he secretly admired were all gathered around watching!

Gradually, Carter's tolerance reached its limit. He roared and sent out a powerful kick, sending the team leader flying. The force of this kick was astonishing. The leader flew a considerable distance, crashing straight through the office partition behind him, collapsing the plywood wall erected during the renovation. Thus, the entire scene inside the office became completely visible...

A scene both raunchy and violent unfolded, exactly as Carter often fantasized: the amply-figured Triss was squatting before the Chief, whose zipper was open.

Witnessing this, the once-hot-blooded Carter suddenly calmed down, realizing the severe, terrifying consequences of his actions. Immediately, he began to tremble all over!! This was the FBI! In a Fortune 500 company, even if you quit, the boss couldn't do much to you, but the FBI could easily pin a charge on you that would make life unbearable and death impossible.

The rational Carter was instantly crushed by overwhelming terror. He immediately went limp, collapsing to his knees, weeping and confessing his wrongdoing.

The Chief and the team leader approached him coldly. "We will forgive you if you let us kick you once. But you must not resist or defend yourself."

Carter, now controlled by fear, exclaimed with sudden ecstasy, "Good, good, good!"

And he immediately prostrated himself on the floor.

Then, a distorted, wicked smile suddenly appeared on the faces of the Chief and the team leader. They both kicked him hard in the backside! Carter immediately felt agonizing pain in his rear, rolling forward and falling ahead, bracing his hands on a railing in front of him.

But the railing suddenly snapped! Carter plummeted downward; this was the fiftieth floor!!

Carter let out an unspeakably sharp scream, watching the ground spin rapidly closer. His heart, tormented by fear, was beating on the verge of collapse...

The team leader was a man who rarely smiled. He was strong, a classic tough guy, with no vices, skilled in deduction and possessing powerful logical thinking abilities. He had a happy family and deeply loved the daughter left to him by his late wife, combining his love and longing for his wife with his paternal affection, willing to sacrifice his life for her.

When the team leader first entered his dream, he was very vigilant. He found himself standing on a street teeming with traffic and people.

A massive truck spewing black smoke came roaring from a distance. The team leader immediately sensed something was wrong, because according to traffic regulations, such a heavy truck shouldn't be entering the city at this hour. A sliver of doubt arose in his mind—a doubt like a crack in glass, likely to spread rapidly into thousands of fissures.

However, the team leader immediately had no time for further thought. His heart seized up, because his most beloved little angel daughter suddenly darted out, skipping and chasing a cute little dog into the street.

And that terrifying heavy truck was heading straight to crash into his daughter at that very moment!!

"No!!!" The tough leader roared. He instantly erupted with astonishing speed, rushing forward to push his daughter aside.

But the horrific truck brutally ran over his body. When the team leader made his move, he knew he was unlikely to survive such a collision, yet his face held a blissful smile. He failed to notice the sinister, twisted Freddy grin appearing on the face of the little girl he had pushed away...

"That was sufficiently well done," the speaker was none other than Old Charlie! He seemed to be speaking to himself, but his pupils revealed the truth: his left pupil was normal, while the right one contained the distorted image of Freddy.

It turned out that after Fang Senyan left Elm Street, Old Charlie had voluntarily requested to carry Freddy with him. Fang Senyan now understood that before becoming an artificial human, Old Charlie must not have been an ordinary person, but considering the terrifying population base of the future empire, the emergence of a few perverts was hardly surprising, so he agreed to Old Charlie’s request.

Freddy’s most fatal weakness was manifesting in the real world, where he was extremely vulnerable to being killed; he had been eliminated multiple times by being dragged out of dreams into reality. Therefore, residing within Old Charlie's mind was equivalent to appearing in his strongest state, a prospect he was naturally very willing to accept.

As a result, Freddy could now communicate with Old Charlie at any time. Old Charlie, that old fox, somehow managed to start conversing with Freddy quickly.

And it was easy to imagine that if Old Charlie had led a formidable life previously, only to end up as a lowly artificial human, the sheer tenacity of his will to survive and cling to life, refusing to die, spoke volumes about his iron resolve. Consequently, even though Old Charlie lacked combat ability, Freddy's influence over him was naturally weakened to an astonishing degree.

Perhaps for this very reason, Freddy held a relatively respectful attitude toward Old Charlie and was more inclined to listen to what he said. And Old Charlie's worldview, cold to the extreme, prioritizing only profit, had unwittingly gained a terrifying executor!!

The demon Freddy in Old Charlie’s pupil let out a sinister cackle, licking the blood from his iron claw. "Interesting, truly interesting! This is far superior to letting them die in fear. Yes, I love the look of disbelief on their faces before death. I love the terror when they plunge from heaven straight into hell! And that last tough guy, ha ha ha, he actually looked fulfilled and happy as he died. Oh!!! That’s so thrilling, so exhilarating! There’s a way to kill like that, such a beautiful art!"

"But you still made one slip-up," Old Charlie stated calmly. "Do you know what it was?"

The demon Freddy quickly replied, "It was that heavy truck that shouldn't have been driving in the city center, right? You can't blame me for that; that law wasn't in effect when I died!"

Old Charlie said coldly, "If he senses something unusual, if he realizes he's in a dream, then it's extremely detrimental to you. As long as they don't realize they are dreaming, due to your special ability, if they feel they have died, they will die in the real world too. If they realize this, then victory relies on the strength of their soul and willpower to kill their opponent! Turning a swift battle into a war of attrition."

"Fine, setting aside the difficulty of the fight, I ask you: does this still count as the art of killing? Do you wish to regress to that previous clumsy, base way of killing? Can you still achieve such exquisite ecstasy and realization?"

The demon Freddy stared blankly for a moment, then actually nodded. "You are right. So what should I do now?"

"What you need to do now is..."

"Oh..."