Chapter 1145: Chapter 1114: Shadows Behind the Bar
Bang! Xiao Lin lifted his left foot and stomped hard on the ground, the thick iron chain breaking with a sound. The Hammer Man quickly crawled up from the ground, looking shakily at Xiao Lin, who was stepping closer and closer to him. Behind him was the edge of the building, nowhere to retreat, and another signal flare cut through the sky in a hurry, disappearing after a flash in mid-air.
"If you fall from here, you can’t survive. Before you hit the ground, your heart will shatter from being unable to withstand the descent’s speed and pressure. When your head or body touches the ground, your brains will surely spill everywhere, and all your bones will break into pieces. You won’t feel any pain, maybe just a twitch and spasm the moment after death. It may look painful, but it won’t hurt at all."
The Hammer Man blinked, feeling a chill when this young man, whom he described as a chick, started to explain medical knowledge to him. "You can’t get anything out of me. Just kill me!"
"Ah! You really are a tough one. I admire someone who can still maintain loyalty before death, but unfortunately, you’re not one of my people, so I feel no need to show you any sympathy." Xiao Lin indeed appreciates this kind of person, but he also admits he’s not a good guy. "Your boss set the cargo ship on fire, then killed Cross. Now I’m the target. This sequence doesn’t seem very logical."
Xiao Lin spoke aimlessly, watching Hammer Man’s face flicker with uncertainty, omitting only the part about Troy being shot on the ship. From the opponent’s expression, he could mostly guess something. "Now I no longer care who your boss is." With that, he grabbed Hammer Man’s collar and lifted him into the air, his sharp, cold eyes signaling imminent death. Hammer Man felt the sigh escaping from his thin lips pierce through him like a ghost crawling out of Hell. "Go ahead, feel the speed and beauty of the fall. Remember, in your next life, don’t cross paths with me."
"No, don’t!" Hammer Man felt his body hanging outside the building, knowing that once Xiao Lin let go, he’d plummet to the ground, his brains bursting, bones crushing, dying miserably. "I’ll talk, I’ll talk!" At the brink of death, any sense of morality became an illusion.
Xiao Lin’s lips curved slightly, shaking his head gently. Hammer Man began to feel the fingers gripping his collar loosen, his body descending, clutching a broken hammer chain, his limbs struggling helplessly. Suddenly, he thought of his hammer; perhaps he could grab hold of it in his falling moment. But as the thought flashed, he slipped from Xiao Lin’s grasp, feeling lightweight before plunging down.
The hammer had already shattered when Xiao Lin stomped the ground, split into pieces. It couldn’t use its weight to pull up its owner at this moment.
Xiao Lin stood on the edge of the tall building, watching Hammer Man falling freely to the ground. Though he couldn’t hear the clear exclamations from below or feel the impact of weight hitting the ground, he knew well that Hammer Man was dead.
Coldly, he watched the crowd gathering and police cars and ambulances hastily arrive from two streets away. Someone had jumped off a building to commit suicide. This news would soon hit the newspaper headlines, and on the building’s top floor lay a male corpse. Reporters would speculate that the man who jumped was pushed from this building, swiftly shifting the narrative from suicide to murder on the paper’s front page. As for the police... ha-ha, the police would conclude the case this way too, neglecting to consider the details of these external injuries.
’Tomor’ after the last attack incident, once again became a hot spot. Perhaps it’s the event of someone jumping off the street in front that gave night-lovers a new sense of thrill and melancholy, making them flock to nearby bars to seek pleasure in drinking, numbing their senses, and gradually forgetting about the previous attack.
’Tomor’, back alley!
A young man resembling a waiter quietly squatted in a corner smoking, almost fully merging with the darkness, only faint smoke emerging from there echoing a flashing red dot. He remained motionless, and even sharp-eyed individuals would find it difficult to discern this eerie scene as a living person upon closer inspection.
Bright eyes like radar surveyed the entire alley and the rooftop across the street, holding a small signal emitter in hand, thumb resting on the vibrant red button. He seemed like a professional intelligence personnel, knowing the level of danger in his mission and understanding its current significance; hence, he maintained utmost vigilance, not missing any sign of threat.
Exhaling smoke, his task was to remain alert. Even while squatting here, he didn’t overlook the recent sky-high flashes of signal flares or the jump rumors coming from customers upfront. Given his alertness to danger, all these were signs, indications of impending crisis, ensuring he wouldn’t miss any detail in the surroundings for his team, ready to hit the red button at any sign of trouble.
However, as he diligently searched, he didn’t notice the small infrared scope targeting him from the rooftop’s rear fifteen minutes ago, meticulously observing and calculating the cadence of his radar-like eyes scanning motion.
Too meticulous, too serious, leading to the speed of his pupils’ motion! One can be meticulous and cautious without being slow, especially during searches or investigations. Such an attitude provides an opening for others!
Three minutes later, as the young man turned his gaze rightward, a figure suddenly appeared on the rooftop behind him, a pitch-black muzzle instantly aimed at his head.
His pupils still moved slowly, and the hard object on his head froze everything in its tracks. Thump... the bullet silently exited the barrel, piercing through the skull, coming out the other side. The young man’s body jolted, his prior tense nerves vanished instantly, and his limp, unfeeling body sagged to the ground; the signal emitter slipped from his right hand, his sharp eyes fading into gray in a daze. He was dead! (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote recommendation, monthly tickets on Qidian.com; your support is my greatest motivation.)
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