One second is enough to send them to hell.
The distinctive sound of the silenced gunshots was like the black scythe in the hand of death, coldly and mercilessly reaping the lives of six thugs. Each thug was shot in the forehead and died instantly. Compared to the thugs, the gunman seemed to be giving Yang Feng special treatment, shooting him twice, which was very much in line with Yang Feng's status as a leader who was a level higher than the thugs.
flutter!
The ninth gunshot rang out suddenly, aimed at Ling Yun, whose eyes were covered by a black cloth. Clearly, the gunman in the darkness intended to slaughter Yang Feng and everyone else. This boy looked the weakest, and foolishly didn't even bother to remove the black cloth. Compared to Yang Feng and the thugs, he was obviously much easier to deal with, so the gunman chose to attack Ling Yun last.
Ling Yun frowned slightly, unnoticed by anyone. He hadn't expected to encounter such a scene so soon after arriving here to meet the owner of Nightfall Bar. Things were getting more and more interesting.
He suddenly stepped aside, seemingly unintentionally, but actually dodging the incoming bullets. Inside the barrier, he had already tested his current defensive capabilities. Aside from his eyes and the soft tissues of his genitals, his muscle strength was fifty times that of an average person. This meant that even if bullets were fired at his body a dozen times in succession, it wouldn't cause him any harm. Of course, this didn't mean Ling Yun was willing to shield himself from bullets like Huang Jiguang; he didn't want others to look at him like he was a monster.
All of this, though a long story, actually happened in the blink of an eye. The thug closest to Ling Yun, who had been shot in the forehead, hadn't even fully fallen yet when Ling Yun was already behind him. He used one hand to brace the thug, perfectly concealing his slender body behind the thug's broad and burly frame, while his other hand reached to the thug's waist and drew his Type 54 pistol.
When he first entered high school, like all boys, Ling Yun was fascinated by military weapons, both domestic and foreign, especially guns, which were a favorite among boys. Now, holding a real pistol in his hands, the heavy feeling sent a fleeting thrill of excitement through Ling Yun. Fortunately, he had learned some basic shooting skills during military training; otherwise, even with a pistol, he would have been practically useless.
A few seconds of silence fell over the cool, still night air. Clearly, the gunmen and men in black at the factory gate hadn't expected Ling Yun to dodge the gunfire at the last second. Their brief surprise caused them to temporarily halt their attack. But soon, beams of flashlight light focused on the already dead thugs.
Immediately following, a series of gunshots rang out in the silence. Dozens of bullets were fired at once at the already dead thug's body. The powerful impact caused the thug's body to tumble and roll. Clearly, the man in black wanted to shoot through the body and kill Ling Yun behind it as well.
Ling Yun slowly retreated, clutching the thug's corpse. Several bullets had already pierced the body, but they were all blocked by his mental energy field. Because he was hiding behind the corpse, Ling Yun wasn't worried about being noticed by the shooter.
Amidst the gunshots piercing the night sky, Ling Yun clearly discerned the trajectory of the mysterious gunman who had used a silencer to kill Yang Feng and the others from the very beginning. This was a terrifying sharpshooter, with incredibly accurate marksmanship. Almost every shot hit the same spot on the moving corpse, so only two shots were needed to pierce through the body. Of the eight bullets that pierced through the corpse, most of them came from this powerful and mysterious gunman.
The gunmen and men in black hiding in the night were also shocked. With such a dense barrage of fire, let alone Ling Yun using a dead man as a shield, even a five-centimeter-thick piece of iron would probably be pierced through. How come the blindfolded boy was still unharmed?
The mysterious gunman suddenly felt a chill. His high-tech infrared goggles clearly showed Ling Yun halfway up the body from behind the corpse in the darkness. To everyone's surprise, his eyes were still covered with a black cloth. This meant that the boy had not removed the black cloth from his eyes despite being shot at. All his actions had been carried out in complete darkness.
A cold sweat suddenly broke out in the fair palm of the man gripping the latest sniper rifle with a silencer. Who exactly was this young man? He looked somewhat familiar. A thought suddenly popped into the mysterious gunman's mind, completely unrelated to the battlefield.
Ling Yun ripped off the black cloth, and with two soft snaps, the sound of his retaliatory shots seemed so weak in the air. But the two men in black beside the mysterious gunman suddenly collapsed, each with a charred bullet hole in the center of their forehead.
Before the other men in black could raise their guns to return fire, Ling Yun's gunshots rang out again. Four more shots rang out in quick succession, and the four men in black fell to the ground silently before their fingers even touched the triggers.
Every shot landed in the head, a single bullet killing him instantly. No matter how the man in black dodged or fought back, it was utterly useless. Ling Yun's marksmanship was as if he had eyes; in fact, he didn't even look at where the men in black were. After locking onto their auras with his mental energy field, he only needed to fire to finish them off. In the blink of an eye, only the mysterious gunman remained at the factory entrance.
The mysterious gunman gritted his teeth, inwardly cursing his mistake. He regretted not taking the boy out from the start, knowing he was so powerful. Even the gunman's usually proud marksmanship paled in comparison to such precise marksmanship. Moreover, the boy's movements were so swift, instantly killing six people; he and the four killed had fired simultaneously, yet he only just pulled the trigger.
Without a second thought, Ling Yun raised his hand and fired another shot. The orange-yellow Type 54 pistol bullet whistled as it collided violently with the oncoming silver-white FZR bullet, instantly turning into two pieces of smoldering scrap metal that fell through the air. A faint but brilliant spark exploded in the middle of the bullet collision.
Ling Yun pulled the trigger again, firing the last bullet from the eight-round magazine.
The mysterious gunman felt a violent tremor from the gun, and his hands could no longer hold on. The sniper pistol with a silencer flew out of his hands, drawing a long parabola in the night sky, and crashed to the ground with a bang, shattering into pieces on an old, abandoned foundation.
The mysterious gunman took a step back, looked up blankly at her beloved weapon turned into a pile of broken steel parts. Her expertise with weapons allowed her to know from the sound of the gunshot that Ling Yun was using a Type 54 military pistol and that the magazine was empty.
She was about to tell Ling Yun, who was slowly walking up, that he didn't need to hold up an empty gun, as she knew it was unloaded. However, after glancing at the boy's face, which had already had the black cloth removed, the mysterious gunman suddenly shuddered violently, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"Ling Yun!" The mysterious gunman blurted out the boy's real name without thinking.
Ling Yun, who was still holding a pistol, was stunned. He looked at the mysterious gunman opposite him. Underneath the tight-fitting clothes was a stunningly beautiful figure. The model-like figure looked almost as tall as Ling Yun. Long black hair was tied in a long ponytail. On her flawless white face, she wore a pair of high-tech infrared night vision glasses that could only be seen in military magazines. Although they blocked the entire outline of the mysterious gunman's eyes, it was still possible to see what an exquisite and beautiful face was on her pointed chin.
"Su Bingyan!" Ling Yun couldn't help but exclaim as he saw the mysterious gunman slowly remove her infrared night vision goggles, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.
Chapter 52 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind
Su Bingyan said with a wry smile, "I really didn't expect it to be you?"
Ling Yun threw the empty Type 54 pistol on the ground: "I didn't expect you to be here either."
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you!" Su Bingyan looked Ling Yun up and down, utterly astonished. The first time she saw Ling Yun was in her coffee shop, but she hadn't paid him much attention, remembering him only as an ordinary, unassuming student. Although he had dated the famous beauty Yang Yuqi a few times, Su Bingyan simply thought Ling Yun was lucky to have caught the eye of such a beauty. Her world and Ling Yun's were worlds apart; naturally, she didn't need to pay attention to an ordinary student. But today, Ling Yun had truly surprised her.
His formidable skills and superb marksmanship... What was his true identity? Su Bingyan pondered silently. Although Ling Yun was her classmate, and Su Bingyan found it difficult to harbor hostility, in this place, appearances could not be taken for granted, and a degree of vigilance was still necessary.
Ling Yun was only surprised for a moment before regaining his composure. Although Su Bingyan's true identity was astonishing, it was still just a force in the secular underworld, incomparable to the world of supernatural beings. He must have accidentally stumbled into a shootout between two gangs and almost become a casualty. He just hadn't expected the infighting between underground forces to be so fierce, and the killings so gruesome.
"I'm here to find someone called Old Demon. Do you know him?" Since Su Bingyan was here, Ling Yun took the opportunity to ask her for advice, which was a very convenient and easy thing to do.
"Old Demon?" Su Bingyan looked thoughtful. "I seem to remember him. I heard he was a drug dealer who occasionally acted as a middleman for assassins, earning a commission from it."
“Yes, that’s right.” Su Bingyan’s description perfectly matched the burly campus police officer. It seemed that this was the person. Ling Yun nodded.
"What do you want with him? Do you have a grudge against him?" Su Bingyan pressed.
"Well, I guess so. Actually, I just wanted to ask him a few questions." Ling Yun didn't want to tell Su Bingyan about the old demon sending people to hunt him down yet.
Su Bingyan was incredibly intelligent; she immediately understood from Ling Yun's vague words. She smiled slightly and said, "I don't know Lao Yao, but my brother might. People in this line of work all have connections, so he'll definitely be able to find this person. It was a misunderstanding just now. I mistook you for someone sent by Boss Lin and almost killed you. I'm truly sorry."
"It's alright, I didn't die anyway. I do feel a little bad about killing a few of you." Ling Yun shrugged. By now, he had completely gotten used to the calm feeling after killing, all thanks to his cultivation of the Bloodthirsty Barrier.
Su Bingyan looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground and sighed deeply: "It has nothing to do with you. If you don't kill them, are you just going to let them kill you? What goes around comes around. If you're in this line of work, you have to be prepared to die at any time."
Ling Yun smiled awkwardly, thinking to himself how similar this situation was to a certain movie.
“Come with me, let’s go see my brother. Actually, I don’t want to be involved in the underworld, but I can’t ignore my brother’s situation. My parents died early, and my brother raised me.” Su Bingyan explained to Ling Yun as she walked, “We have a grudge against Boss Lin, the owner of the Nightfall Bar. So tonight, we ambushed him while he was doing business with others. Unexpectedly, Boss Lin just received a call from his subordinate, saying there was a big deal. So we forced Boss Lin to send his men over so we could kill and rob them. You’ll know what happened next.”
"Oh," Ling Yun replied indifferently, his brows furrowing. Su Bingyan's words gave him a very uncomfortable feeling; she spoke of killing and robbing so simply and naturally, as if it were merely the swatting of ants. Although it was just a gang fight in the underworld, and neither side was necessarily a good person, this attitude of treating life as worthless was still chilling.
"Don't hate me, Lingyun." As if sensing Lingyun's discomfort, Su Bingyan said, "I don't want to be like this either, but in the martial world, one is not free to do as one pleases. If I don't kill, others will kill me. I just want to live."
“You can choose to leave the underworld, but this kind of life is different.” Ling Yun remained silent for a long time before finally saying this as they reached the factory gate.
Su Bingyan suddenly stopped and whirled around at the doorway. Her beautiful face was less than ten centimeters from Ling Yun's, her excitement overflowing: "Quit? You make it sound so easy! But this kind of life? What do you know! You're living an ordinary life, unaware of your own good fortune. Do you know how my parents died? They were in the Los Angeles gangs when they were young. Later, they wanted to quit the gangs and live ordinary lives, hiding their identities for over ten years, but they were still hunted down and killed by their enemies. I was only eight years old when they died, and my brother was only thirteen. I was terrified. I wandered around with my brother every day, escaping their pursuit. To survive, I desperately learned martial arts and marksmanship, just so I could truly survive in this cruel world. After returning to China, I was admitted to Jinghua University, just so I could enjoy the life of an ordinary person. Do you understand the suffering of those turbulent days? Do you understand the feeling of living in constant fear of being hunted? If you don't understand, please don't talk nonsense!"
Ling Yun stared at Su Bingyan in astonishment, feeling a profound shock for the first time. Su Bingyan's perspective instantly shattered his meager understanding of the underworld.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Ling Yun murmured, "I really didn't know you were suffering so much, please forgive me."
"It's alright, I lost my composure." Su Bingyan's long eyelashes fluttered as she lowered her beautiful, pitiful eyes. She suddenly felt a pang of regret. What was wrong with her? She had always kept her truest thoughts deeply buried within her, even her brother said she was becoming more sophisticated and mature. But today, seeing this ordinary young man, why couldn't she suddenly suppress her emotions? Su Bingyan thought silently, her mind a jumbled mess, filled with inexplicable confusion.