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Gunshots rang out in the night, and souls returned.
The sound of a heartbeat and a collapsing figure jolted the assassins outside the villa back to reality. They had known from the start that this would be a brutal slaughter, but no one had anticipated that reality would be so much more merciless than they had imagined.
Uncertain of the enemy's casualties, they knew for certain that their side had already lost a third of their manpower. Those who had entered the room first were likely already dead, just like their leader who lay outside.
These thoughts flashed through their minds like shooting stars, but as professional killers, retreat was not an option. After a volley of gunfire, the obstacles at the door crumbled, and with a wave of a hand, the assassins on either side surged through the narrow opening.
The first wave of killers took cover while those who followed spread out to the sides. It all happened in an instant, and in the next moment, gunfire erupted again.
Inside the room were shadows—several figures scattered throughout, sitting upright. Anyone who charged in first would immediately be met with gunfire aimed at them. The comrades following behind would not hesitate to unleash their magazines upon hearing the shots.
In an instant, over a dozen assassins flooded into the villa, each desperately firing at the dark shapes within, eager to shoot everything in sight.
However, moments later, they realized something was amiss. The enemy allowed them to shoot without retaliation—how could they simply be targets? Those with quick minds immediately cursed inwardly.
"Damn it! We fell for it again!"
The assassins halted their blind and wasteful actions, but this only provided Jufeng and Civilization with an opportunity!
Moonlight streamed through the half-open door, casting a beam into the villa. The assassins standing in that light welcomed their last night on earth.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Jufeng and Civilization seized the moment and fired three bullets into that beam of light. Civilization's two shots struck two assassins squarely in the forehead, while Jufeng's shot went slightly astray—he couldn't tell where it hit, only hearing a cry of anguish from that person!
Watching his own shot go awry, Jufeng felt a wave of regret wash over him. If only he had practiced his marksmanship properly with his seniors back in Yanhuang City! Even if he had learned just a fraction of their skill, he wouldn't be so unlucky now! Nevertheless, this outcome was still decent; if Tong Bailong had been there instead, that bullet might have missed entirely.
After the three shots were fired, two people fell on the opposite side, giving their adversaries enough time to react. The assassins began to move away from the doorway in search of cover while firing in the direction of Jufeng and Civilization.
Naturally, Civilization and Jufeng would not sit idly by; the corpses had already revealed their intentions, and it was clear that victory could no longer be achieved through cunning alone. The two relied on their agility and keen awareness of danger, dodging the hail of bullets while returning fire.
Although Jufeng's marksmanship lacked precision, it still held some deterrent power. At least each shot was close enough to effectively hinder the enemy's advance.
As for Civilization's shooting skills, they truly embodied the saying that every bullet finds its mark. In a flash, he fired six or seven shots, causing the enemy to suffer corresponding losses, with only two shots missing their intended target.
The two-minute warning for the garage had arrived. Jufeng and Civilization suddenly sprang into action, firing a few shots before swiftly retreating deeper into the room. Although the assassins' visibility was limited, they sensed that their targets were withdrawing. With a command from one of their leaders, the assassins began to pursue in a fan-shaped formation.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion echoed, a sound far beyond what a handgun could produce. From behind Canglang One Floating Life, a vehicle sped out and quickly merged onto the highway, racing off into the distance. Following closely behind was Five, sprinting out.
Most of the Gunner forces had surged into the villa, so there should have been no snipers outside. However, unexpectedly, three vehicles were parked not far away— Jufeng and his companions only realized this after bursting out of the villa.
It turned out that these thirty individuals were not all of the assassination team; there were still reinforcements waiting in reserve.
A Yuan drove off at high speed, and naturally, the parked vehicles noticed this. However, they needed a moment to start up, causing them to lag behind slightly. Two or three seconds later, the three vehicles also took off in pursuit.
Seeing the three cars speeding past him, Jufeng felt a tightening in his chest and was about to charge forward when someone moved faster than him.
Civilization took a quick step onto the highway and swung his gun confidently; two bullets shot forth like lightning.
The cars were faster than humans and were over five meters away from Jufeng. Thus, even if he risked everything to chase after them, he would not catch up. The bullets traveled faster than the cars, and since it was Civilization who fired them, it was only natural that the tires of the two trailing vehicles exploded instantly. A loud "bang! screech!!!" followed as both cars swerved uncontrollably before performing an acrobatic flip.
However, while Civilization focused on the cars ahead, he overlooked the persistent Gunner forces chasing from behind. A stray bullet struck his shoulder from an unknown source, erupting in a spray of blood.
Another wave of bullets flew in, and the wounded civilization found it hard to evade, as if it would soon become a sieve. However, the higher powers did not favor the emergence of too many bloody sieves, so a gust of wind swept through the snowy night, and civilization vanished from its place.
...
In a broken villa, speeding down the road, A Yuan drove like a wild horse with four others in tow, recklessly running countless red lights in the dead of night.
The three pursuing cars were easily dealt with by civilization; two were taken out, leaving only one. Whether that remaining car posed a threat to A Yuan was something Jufeng did not know. But he felt confident because he had personally praised the young driver during the days of Autumn Rain.
The gust of wind on the highway was naturally caused by Jufeng. He led civilization into the thicket by the roadside, where they regrouped with Tong Bailong and continued their escape into the distance. Civilization's shoulder wound was severe, deep enough to reach the flesh, but there was no time for bandaging now, as the dozen or so Gunner still pursued relentlessly behind them.
Fortunately, civilization's marksmanship was equally superb; having lost one gun, another remained. With He Jie, Song Peng, and Jufeng providing cover along the way, he managed to shoot down several pursuers. The pressure from behind continued to lessen, just as the stamina of the five began to wane!
It had to be said that winter in Washing City was colder than autumn. Thus, Jufeng and the others, who had no time to dress warmly, shivered irregularly as they trudged through the snow. The forest was already deeply covered in snow, reaching their knees; each step down was a test of both body and mind.
“Tong Bailong, let’s stop for a moment. The ones behind have likely given up; there’s no sound anymore.”
Jufeng supported civilization as they ran until just now when they sensed that the noise behind them had ceased. They exchanged glances and decided to halt.
Upon hearing this, Tong Bailong stopped. Among them all, his strength still seemed relatively robust. Jufeng glanced around; He Jie and Song Peng were both injured as well, their blood long frozen into scabs mixed with white snow, making them look utterly disheveled.
Jufeng turned back to look at civilization. Blood still occasionally oozed from his shoulder; his face had turned pale long ago, especially his lips which seemed to blend into this white world.
Civilization had a delicate appearance without sharp angles; he looked like a warm-hearted homebody with no hint of murderous intent. If it weren’t for witnessing it firsthand, it would be hard to imagine that tonight he had killed so many people.
Most of them fell with shots to their foreheads and almost all were blind shots.
“If it weren’t for you tonight, none of us would survive.”
Jufeng sighed, a hint of apology in his voice. The other three nodded in agreement; if it weren't for Civilization's marksmanship, these few people wouldn't even have made it out of the villa.
Upon hearing this, Civilization chuckled, but the movement caused blood to flow from his wounds.
With his delicate brows raised, Civilization revealed a conflicted expression. "Brother Jufeng, it's best if you leave this forest before getting too sentimental. I'm starting to struggle!"
Jufeng was taken aback. He looked up at the starry sky and decided not to venture deeper into the woods, instead moving sideways.
The night was neither too deep nor too light; it was a twilight that seemed to linger. Suddenly, the snow would fall heavily, then stop just as abruptly, continuing this way throughout the night until the assassination finally came to a pause.
However, what saddened many was that during this night, many people died in Washing City, but none of them were the ones they wished to see gone. Those who remained, though exhausted in spirit and body, were at least still alive!
(To be continued)
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