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Date: October 7
Due to the scale of the airport, the crowds entering and exiting appeared somewhat sparse. At this moment, a secluded road behind the Opera House leading to the suburbs felt even quieter. On such a road, a figure dressed in black was moving swiftly in one direction, like a ghost.
The only thing disrupting the overall atmosphere was the unconscious body—or perhaps corpse—slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, it’s been quite a task for you to follow me for so long. Not bad; you even managed to evade my senses at first. I am Yuan Xu, and I want to know your name." As the figure carrying the body approached an abandoned construction site, he suddenly stopped and spoke in an eerily monotone voice to the empty surroundings.
In response to his words came a series of low "puff" sounds—the sound of a silenced pistol. However, it seemed that this figure was already prepared; even while carrying a corpse, he managed to leap into the construction site, using the body as a shield against the bullets.
"Oh," Zhao Liang said with a grim expression as he stepped out from behind a tree by the roadside. After casting a dark glance at the silent construction site, he gritted his teeth and moved inside. Although that person was terrifyingly strong, he had already called for backup; now he had to find a way to stall his opponent.
As Zhao Liang entered the construction site, another figure appeared at the end of the street. With an appearance reminiscent of a zombie, anyone encountering him in this dark environment would likely be terrified.
Beyond his horrifying looks, this figure's eyes occasionally flickered with a red glow, devoid of any emotion and appearing somewhat dazed and unfocused, evoking an unsettling feeling in anyone who saw him.
It was Yang Xiaoyou.
After glancing at the silent construction site, he walked inside at a leisurely pace, resembling an ordinary passerby.
Stepping into the dimly lit half-finished building, Zhao Liang gripped his handgun tightly and moved forward with utmost vigilance.
Relying on his opponent's terrifying close-combat skills, his only support was the firearm in his hand. Even though his opponent also had a gun, with his adequate skill level in this aspect, he could at least match his opponent on equal footing.
This unfinished building was intended to be transformed into a shopping mall. The interior was vast on the first floor, separated by numerous stone pillars. The open space echoed with every stone that fell to the ground. Yet in this environment, as Zhao Liang searched for his target, all he could hear were his own heartbeat and the faint sound of his footsteps.
"To dare to chase me in here, I must admire your courage. It seems you have called for backup, but given the remoteness of this place, I still have at least fifteen minutes to spare. The last person who managed to last fifteen minutes in my presence... well, that was quite some time ago." The deep, toneless voice suddenly echoed through the empty floor.
Due to the vastness of the environment and the interaction between sound and the stone pillars, Zhao Liang, leaning against one of the stone columns, still couldn't determine the opponent's location.
He knew that his primary task now was to stall or keep an eye on the opponent until reinforcements arrived, which would make things much easier.
However, this task proved difficult to manage. If he stayed put without searching for any signs of his opponent's reaction, he might not notice if they slipped away. Yet if he began to search, he risked being ambushed.
From the moment Zhao Liang entered this line of work, he realized that he might not have a good ending. But even if he were to die, it had to be for a worthy cause. Here, he needed to find a way to stall his opponent while protecting himself; otherwise, dying before help arrived would be in vain. After finishing this thought, he immediately sank into silence, surrounded by an oppressive stillness that felt suffocating.
It seemed like a venomous snake could emerge from any shadow at any moment, ready to deliver a fatal strike.
"Oh, dealing with such troublesome matters is really no easy task. Honestly, I would prefer sitting in an office," he muttered self-deprecatingly as he shook his head and resolutely stepped forward.
The organization his opponent belonged to was incredibly mysterious; they had always managed to evade detection and rarely operated within the Chinese Empire. This time, what initially seemed like a reliable tip-off turned out to be true—they had indeed discovered their traces. He had to seize this opportunity. From the recent conversation between both sides, it was clear that his opponent held a legitimate and relatively well-known identity within the Chinese Empire.
Outwardly, they should appear to be traveling abroad or on a business trip far away. From the woman's tone earlier, she seemed surprised by his sudden appearance; it was crucial for him to uncover who she truly was.
The recording was already on its way; there was no need to worry too much about unexpected incidents. His younger brother was now grown up; as an older brother, it was time for him to focus on doing his job properly.
After making this decision, Zhao Liang underwent a significant transformation in demeanor. He shifted from a somewhat lazy and disheveled appearance into someone more imposing.
Compared to his initial caution, he now took larger strides as he boldly stepped out, seemingly ready to turn the entire construction site upside down.
However, this boldness brought with it great pressure and increased efficiency in searching. Yet standing in plain sight also significantly raised the chances of being attacked.
As he dramatically turned a corner, raising his gun to aim at the other side, a loud bang echoed through the air. Zhao Liang felt a sharp pain as blood erupted from his shoulder.
Yet, despite being shot, a twisted smile appeared on Zhao Liang's face, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along.
The powerful impact of the bullet spun Zhao Liang's body in one direction, and using that momentum, he quickly turned to aim at the source of the gunfire, firing off a series of shots. A muffled grunt came from the direction he shot at, confirming that his aim had indeed found its mark.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Liang managed to shift behind a stone pillar. With one hand, he hastily used his sleeve to tend to his wound while gasping for breath from the sudden exertion.
Zhao Liang knew his own limitations; in close combat, he was at a disadvantage compared to his opponent. In this environment, moving slowly along the pillar could lead to being directly shot by an enemy hiding behind it. Drawing fire with bold movements was the most efficient strategy.
The risk was high, but it seemed he had succeeded. His opponent was injured—though not as severely as himself. That last shot had likely only grazed their arm or caused a minor wound. But he wasn’t alone; as long as his opponent was hurt, there would be traces left behind. Now, he had to trust in his colleagues.
However, while Zhao Liang was focused on stopping his bleeding and keeping vigilant for any signs of movement around him—anticipating that his enraged opponent might come for him—he suddenly heard a series of gunshots ringing out again.
The chaotic sounds of gunfire filled the air. Just when Zhao Liang thought his adversary was merely venting frustration by shooting wildly, a distinct voice echoed around him. From the tone, it was clear that the mysterious man was surprised. "Who are you? What are you doing?"
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