Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1281: Chapter 1260: Cowardly as a Mouse

Xiao Lin stood outside the door for a moment of daze, but soon he turned the doorknob and walked in!

The man, driven mad by excessive shock, didn’t even think someone would appear in front of him at this moment. So when the door was suddenly pulled open, the surprise completely broke his madness. Because of excessive astonishment, he couldn’t make a sound from his throat, just stared dryly at the man in front of him.

Xiao Lin frowned slightly. How could a perfectly good conference room be made to look like Hell’s graveyard, with bloodstained colors everywhere and a corpse, with its heart gouged out, half lying on the table, its arms drooping down? Thus, he lifted his eyes, not too pleased, and looked toward Lao Jiu behind the unfamiliar man, then closed the door.

As Xiao Lin entered, the man instinctively stepped back, his heel seemed to guess something and stopped him, forgetting there was someone else behind him due to the shock.

"What’s going on?" Xiao Lin asked, bypassing the man, not really caring about the smell of blood in the room, just considering that this wasn’t the sixth floor where anything could be done. After all, this was a place for those outside the circle. If someone working late passed by and saw it, how would it be explained? "Send him to the seventh floor first!"

There’s no blame in the tone, just the headache of needing to clean up the room.

The seventh floor of the shopping center, one of the floors not open to the public. A man half-kneeling on the ground was staring with extreme fear at the tall man in black in front of him. He had never seen this person before; the two people he encountered earlier were sitting leisurely far from him.

The best candidate for harsh interrogation was the Black Doctor. However, before he could take action, Xiao Lin suddenly stood up, making the Black Doctor, who just got interested in displaying a good show, feel a bit inexplicable. "Let’s forget it this time!" The Black Doctor stepped aside, as Xiao Lin crouched in front of the man.

"Just tell me who it is, and I’ll let you go."

The man’s mouth was still quite hard, showing a mindset completely contrary to his words. Xiao Lin chuckled a few times lightly, understanding naturally in his heart that saying it would let one live longer than keeping silent.

"Not speaking now means dying faster. If you tell me, I’ll help you leave here, no one will find you, but I can guarantee you’ll be alive."

The man still stared distrustfully at Xiao Lin’s delicate face, showing the kind of distrust often betrayed. For such a person, there were no more options, kill or not kill.

The spike sliding from his right hand hissed, with half a bead of blood already on the tip, soon to be filled. The sharp spike pressed against the man’s neck, and with the force of his hand, a bloodstain appeared.

"No time to give you more consideration. I’ll count to three, whether you die or live is in your hands."

One! Xiao Lin shouted lightly, the spike penetrating the flesh, with a clear sound of skin being pierced.

Two! A bloodstain appeared from under the spike, thick blood flowing out incessantly.

Am I really going to be killed? The pain stimulated the man’s nerves, breaching his last line of defense.

Three!

"Murong Lengyue!" As the final number slipped slowly from Xiao Lin’s mouth, the man had already collapsed to the ground. Behind him, Lao Jiu shook his head, thinking how could such a cowardly person be fit to be an assassin.

Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment, then lifted the man off the ground. "Repeat the name you just said!"

"Murong Lengyue!" Like someone who crossed over from Ghost Gate and becomes numb to fear, when Xiao Lin hesitantly asked him to repeat it again, these four words burst out with much more volume. "Not only us, there will be more people coming one after another to kill you!"

"Lao Jiu, is the process of an assassin taking a task the same everywhere?"

"I don’t know about others, but in the ’underground city’, tasks are usually based on the list tasks unless it’s a special task that might involve meeting the client personally. However, the assassin level in those cases wouldn’t be such a character."

"So, these individuals are not assassins from the ’underground city’. Is there ’Black Crow’ in Palermo?"

"As far as I know, there aren’t any! Here, the Mafia Godfather is the leader, and the Mafia has its own Assassin Hall to carry out these missions." Lao Jiu still focused his attention on the man. "Hiring outsiders is more likely."

"Investigate these people!" Xiao Lin stood up, casting a cold gaze at the other party. Suddenly, an almost imperceptible glint flickered in the man’s eyes, so subtle it was easy to overlook. "This person is yours; as long as you don’t kill or disable him, handle the rest as you wish, but it’s imperative that you make him reveal who that person is."

As soon as Xiao Lin spoke, a chill ran through the man. Had he not managed to deceive them? The Black Doctor didn’t give the man more time to contemplate but dragged him away to a place unknown to anyone.

"It wasn’t Murong Lengyue?" Lao Jiu asked curiously, staring at where the Black Doctor had left.

"Hmm, I just saw a cold gleam in his eyes, there should be others involved, but I still think it’s someone from the Murong Family." If what that person said is true, the enemy will continue to send out assassins, which truly makes them impossible to guard against. The crux is that the target seems unclear, making it impossible even to determine the object to protect. "Select a few skilled hands to covertly watch Xia Xue; I leave the safety inside and outside Sin City to Troy. The personnel you personally choose are responsible for internal security. There can’t be any loopholes, and don’t let anyone find out."

"Understood."

"Not a whisper of today’s events must reach Xia Xue’s ears. Whoever talks more than necessary, there’s only one word from me."

When someone is threatened, this guy becomes especially ruthless, even somewhat cold and unfeeling. This version of Xiao Lin seemed a bit cute to Lao Jiu, who suddenly felt a bit irrational for thinking so.

About more than four hundred meters away from Sin City, a business vehicle was parked, appearing ink-painted, without the slightest impurity.

The person inside the car checked the time, then patted the driver’s shoulder, urging him to start the car; however, the person in the driver’s seat hesitated. "They haven’t come out yet."

"They won’t be coming out!" The person in the car replied, voice deep and icy. The meat sent over was indeed devoured, the more consumed, the fuller one gets, haha!

The car started slowly, and hearing the creepy laughter behind, the driver felt secretly thankful it wasn’t his own plight.

A sudden rain, timely and unexpected, brought a refreshing hint to the unusually sultry air.

While driving, glancing occasionally at the distant dark clouds, estimating the upcoming rain might be more than a drizzle, possibly a tempest. The coastal climate is unpredictable, and a few dull thunders rolled overhead, yet without any dazzling lightning, which was somewhat disappointing.

Whether lightning precedes thunder or the other way around, much like the question of the chicken or the egg, remains debatable with no reliable conclusion.

Perhaps entering a season of erratic weather, pedestrians on the street gradually became scarce. People here live quite relaxedly, without the fast-paced lifestyle, with an artistic leisure, which undoubtedly also relates to local social welfare systems. To gauge a country, consider how its citizens live, of course, looking at this overall rather than individual expressions.

Having just seen the old man, Xiao Lin’s face was full of gloom, an indescribable, unspoken rage, and bitter sorrow drove him to see someone, despite not wanting to seek out that person who wishes him dead at every turn. He thought maybe nobody knew, as even he was becoming blind to things, like moments ago, he had inadvertently blurted out questions, revealing the hidden even unintentionally.

"Am I truly your son?" This was the most powerful and vocal question Xiao Lin directed at Xiao Zhenfeng all night, simultaneously unraveling the longstanding incomprehension and anger he couldn’t erase. However, the seemingly aloof figure answered merely with a glance, scanning his face with near-ice-cold indifference before sealing his lips shut.

With a loud bang, Xiao Lin felt pitiful to the point of not even deserving an answer, like an insignificant ant in that person’s hands, nothing remarkable.

Closing the door with force, as if severing the slightest thread of connection, shutting off even the faint familial ties.

The car sped rapidly along the road, the four wheels creating an illusion of floating as if losing centrifugal force, showcasing the incredible speed of the vehicle. Yet, amidst this high-speed travel, the person inside drove without a hint of concern, surpassing one normal car after another, eager to flaunt their superb driving skills. Anyone who saw this car would want to angrily ask such a question, but none dared truly to compete with this reckless vehicle, all maintaining a safe distance.

After a heavy rumble of thunder, raindrops as big as beans began drumming on the car roof. The sudden and fierce rain didn’t slow the vehicle down one bit, like a flash of lightning cutting across, heading into the next lane and driving towards the northernmost direction.

However, upon veering into the ’Wagangai’ area of the northern district, the car finally slowed a bit. Dozens of shadowy figures leapt silently from various buildings, pursuing the car ascending slowly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)

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