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墨書 Inktalez
Date: October 7th
Chapter 189: Rhythm Control
"Your toys seem quite unreliable. Hey, good thing I didn't agree to trade for such things," the man with a hint of nobility, known as the White Man, mocked while observing the scene through the camera installed on the Licker.
"Someone has leaked the organization's information; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to exploit their weaknesses so easily. Hmph, after this is over, we must conduct a thorough investigation. It's unforgivable that access codes and data have been compromised," the African American Man said, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh? Realizing that pets are useless, have you finally come out yourself?" As he stepped forward, about to reach the next corner, Yang Xiaoyou paused and looked at the empty junction ahead.
As soon as he spoke, two figures emerged from either side.
One of them was indeed the fellow that Charming Shadow had described. His grand entrance was not just for causing destruction and gathering information; it was also for him. The watch he held was the controller for Shadow of Death and Charming Shadow.
Once Shadow of Death sent the virus, he would officially hand over this item to the organization as part of the exchange conditions.
According to Charming Shadow, this fellow was strong; in close combat, even facing both of them together might not give him much of an advantage. Although he appeared young, he was already in his forties.
His physical condition was almost at its peak; even if there was some decline, it was completely compensated by his mental fortitude.
As for the other person, Yang Xiaoyou had some recollection of him; he should be one of the Suppressors that had been killed by him previously.
If it were just a simple fight, facing either of them alone would leave Yang Xiaoyou with little confidence.
However, he wasn't interested in playing a regular fight with them now.
"Twelve bullets. You need to be capable of enduring those twelve bullets before you can qualify for close combat with me. Or you can keep shooting at me," Yang Xiaoyou said stiffly, his hands crossed in front of him like a zombie.
Although both opponents were armed, if they relied solely on their weapons without seizing the opportunity to close in during his brief moment of reloading, it would align perfectly with his expectations.
Unlike those earlier lackeys, these two had the capability to catch that subtle moment of vulnerability—provided they could last until then.
As soon as his words fell, Yang Xiaoyou exploded into action, his hands naturally dropping to his sides as he rapidly approached the two men.
There was no intention to fire in advance.
Instead, the other two raised their hands and began shooting continuously at Yang Xiaoyou, seemingly trying to force him to retaliate on the spot.
Both of them knew that once close-quarters combat and marksmanship reached a certain level, the accuracy of gunfire would significantly increase during melee encounters.
In close range, relying on extreme dodging to avoid bullets would be compensated by the opponent's close combat moves. Coupled with firing at close quarters, it would completely eliminate any chance of evasion.
However, as they were shooting, they suddenly noticed an astonishing phenomenon that left them shocked.
The figure of their opponent appeared to flicker in and out of visibility in their eyes, and with such high-speed movement, it was nearly impossible to obstruct him even slightly.
Despite having observed through the camera several times without noticing any issues, this sudden occurrence caught them off guard.
Nevertheless, both were top-tier fighters with exceptional personal strength. Realizing their efforts were futile, they simultaneously discarded their handguns. The White Man drew a dagger and held it in a reverse grip, while the African American Man seemed ready for unarmed combat, his arm's veins bulging and a writhing sensation visible beneath his skin.
As they prepared themselves and Yang Xiaoyou was only two steps away from them, he took his final step. The figure that had been flickering suddenly crashed into the air and completely vanished from their sight.
"Ha!" The White Man, holding the dagger, did not show much panic. Instead, he let out a fierce shout that emanated a brutal and overwhelming presence.
This cruel aura was entirely at odds with his somewhat noble demeanor.
This nearly tangible force, although not comparable to Luo Guohui's, surpassed Zhou Xiong's by quite a margin.
As the wave spread out, Yang Xiaoyou, who had completely disappeared moments before, now showed a faint shadowy trace. Once captured by the White Man's gaze, he advanced rather than retreating. He positioned his dagger horizontally to block the incoming gunfire, deflecting it slightly while simultaneously tilting his head in the opposite direction.
Just as he made this move, a bullet that had just been fired left a deep gash across his face. If there had been even the slightest miscalculation, that first shot could have blown his head off.
Having evaded this attack, Yang Xiaoyou naturally countered with his other hand and shot him in the abdomen from below. The tremendous impact sent him staggering back several steps.
However, it was evident that he was wearing a bulletproof vest; the bullet had embedded itself into the struck area.
At the same time, the Black man who had completely captured Yang Xiaoyou's figure with his attack launched a fierce assault to prevent him from continuing to pursue the fellow who had briefly lost balance and exposed a flaw.
However, when he suddenly grabbed at Yang Xiaoyou, his body dissipated like an illusion, allowing the Black man's terrifying attack to pass right through.
Yet, the remnants of torn clothing and blood on his claws indicated that his efforts were not entirely in vain.
Just as he was about to feel a sense of relief, a bullet pierced through the deformed arm of the Black man, causing a spray of blood.
Then, as if on cue, the White Man arrived to take over the assault.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The continuous gunfire erupted, and Yang Xiaoyou, leveraging his unique abilities, began to alternate attacks against both men.
He appeared and disappeared, constantly changing positions.
Thanks to his characteristics, he never faced both opponents at once; each time, he ensured that he only confronted one of them.
The alternating attacks from the other two significantly reduced the risk of being killed or severely injured.
After twelve rounds of bullets were fired, half were blocked by the Bulletproof Vest. Among the remaining shots, aside from superficial wounds that would affect movement, one of the White Man's ears was shot off, while the African American Man took several bullets directly, resulting in horrific injuries.
Both men were significantly affected; their combat effectiveness had drastically declined. The Black man's face turned grim as his body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he was struggling to suppress something.
“I admit your close-quarters combat and marksmanship have reached an extraordinary level.”
After exhausting his ammunition, Yang Xiaoyou saw the White Man forcefully suppressing his injuries and erupting into a frenzy of attacks, giving no chance for a magazine change while also speaking out loud.
“If either of us faced you alone, we would only meet our demise.”
As he continued speaking, his attacks became increasingly ferocious. The limit for human physical exertion lasts about fifteen seconds; however, with two people alternating their assaults, it was no problem at all.
"However, you clearly shouldn't be using a handgun. If you had a Submachine Gun, even if the two of us teamed up, we would still be overwhelmed by you. But in reality, there are no 'ifs'!"
With both hands, he crossed his blades to lock the dagger of the White Man, while the Silk Thread emanating from his wrists restricted and began to blur the arm of the African American Man. After hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou said nothing; he simply stared into the opponent's eyes as if calculating something.
When a harsh metallic scraping sound reached his ears, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Perhaps you're right. However, if you carry a Submachine Gun, the ammunition consumption might not hold up and could hinder your agility, which is ultimately the most fatal flaw." With a sudden clash, sacrificing his own retreat to force his opponent back, Yang Xiaoyou retracted the entangled Silk Thread and spoke.
At that moment, the Black man who should have taken over the attack from the White Man hesitated for a moment.
Seeing that they had created some distance and his companion had not yet closed in, the White Man continued to frantically attempt to rush forward, hoping to prevent his opponent from reloading. His expression turned grim as he realized that he had completely lost the ability to withstand another wave of attacks.
To his surprise, the opponent showed no signs of impulsiveness; instead, their movements suddenly became slow and awkward, revealing significant openings.
However, before he could exploit this opening to launch an attack, a Crimson Figure suddenly appeared from around the corner and lunged at him.
The White Man, whose full attention was on his opponent, was taken aback. But it was too late for any reaction; he was knocked to the ground by the Crimson Figure.
This first appearing Crimson figure acted like a fuse, followed by three more identical figures that charged toward him and the African American Man, whose body was beginning to mutate. The only one they avoided was Yang Xiaoyou, who moved silently.
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