Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1007 976: Police Station Execution (2)

Dead men don't speak, because someone doesn't want them to talk, so this person is dead!

Xiao Lin stared at the table leg protruding from the heart and chest of the person behind him. The person appeared silently, even Xiao Lin hadn't noticed his presence. Such profound Inner Strength truly surprised Xiao Lin; it seemed no such formidable person had appeared among his adversaries.

Xiao Lin pulled out the table leg that was embedded in the heart and tossed it aside. He slowly turned around. The person before him was dressed entirely in black. Black hat, black clothes, black shoes—only the exposed skin was pale; Xiao Lin could only see a sea of black.

Ruby lips curled slightly upward. He suddenly spread his arms wide open, his black nails like ten sharp swords scratching against the wall, producing a piercing sound.

This person was quick; Xiao Lin felt it the moment he moved. Even the air seemed to whirl, floating invisibly around the area.

Hehehe! Hehehehe! Countless black shadows appeared around Xiao Lin, each seemingly clear, seemingly real; but Xiao Lin knew these were all illusions, only one was real. Stepping forward, he would undoubtedly fall within these illusions.

The shadow didn't make a move for some time, while countless illusions formed a whirlwind with his speed, sweeping small fragments invisibly towards Xiao Lin. Retreating instead of advancing, the table leg in his hand conveniently became his weapon, swinging aside those fragments while retreating, retreating to a point where he couldn't retreat any further. Xiao Lin finally stepped with his left foot, his heel against the corner of the wall, his whole body tilted, and as the whirlwind approached, he shouted loudly, rushing toward the whirlwind.

Speed! Not for surpassing, but for breaking through!

If the speed of the shadow was a whirlwind, then Xiao Lin was the vortex or drill in the whirlwind! He chose to break through from the very bottom, almost traversing along the ground. As he approached the whirlwind, he dispatched a palm toward the ground not to directly strike the opponent but to create a pit in his path. Repeating the motion, he successfully halted the shadow on that straight line, each pit penetrating ten centimeters deep forming a trench, forcing the opponent who wanted to cross over this trench to jump upward, and this was the moment he waited for.

The shadow seemed to have anticipated Xiao Lin's move, and indeed he kicked his legs and leaped into the air. At this instant, Xiao Lin also launched himself like an arrow from a string, his eyes locked onto the shadow's left ankle.

Sensing the rush of the wind, the shadow stubbornly tapped both feet in mid-air, raising his height by half a meter, evading the attack coming down, but also losing his balance. The shadow emitted a scream, his tilted body slid down with an odd bend, and with the curved saber in his hand, a flash of silver darted towards Xiao Lin's back.

Hiss! The tip of the blade grazed Xiao Lin's back, drawing some blood droplets that splattered out. Xiao Lin showed a wicked smile, watching the wound slowly heal while the shadow bore an expression of shock, realizing he'd made a fatal error, but it was too late; just moments ago he was briefly feeling the thrill of having hurt this person, now all vanished as Xiao Lin appeared behind him like a Ghost.

As an Assassin, he knew too well that once someone entered within a foot of distance, the chance of escaping was zero, let alone the distance tightly against the spine.

If Xiao Lin wanted him dead, then his head would have flown like his hat. The Magician instinctively touched his neck, feeling his head still securely there, as strands of blood from the nape flowed down his slender neck towards his spine.

Xiao Lin glowered wickedly, his pale skin adorned with ruby lips, blood-stained eyes under the almond-shaped eyes. He wasn't ugly—rather, he was quite delicate, but those blood-stained eyes and lips obscured his delicate features in the obscurity of bloodlust.

"Where is Dan Ning?" The short spikes on his right hand continued to spin, emitting a buzzing sound. "'Black Crow' is intending to confront me?"

"Someone wants me to convey a message to you!" The Magician picked up the black hat from the ground and put it on his head. "Take care of yourself!"

"Wait!" Xiao Lin suddenly darted towards the door. "Where is Dan Ning?"

"Young Master Xiao, rather than worrying about someone neither friend nor foe, why not focus on practical matters, you can't defeat him!"

"Along with Lucifer, does 'Black Crow' intend to challenge to the end? At all costs?" Xiao Lin withdrew his hand, and the short dagger suddenly stopped.

"What happened before was just a warm-up. Not eliminating you in the open sea and Guang Xi was nothing; here is the real beginning. Today I came to say hello. Until we meet again." The Magician stood with his legs together, placed his left hand on his right shoulder, and bowed ninety degrees to Xiao Lin. "The future heir of the Xiao Family, the game has just begun. Take care!"

Boom! An explosion sounded from the doorway. Yelu Shou entered with an AK in his hands. He looked at Xiao Lin in the room, the corpse of Dan Ning lying on the floor, and Xiao Lin's expression frightened him.

"Let's go!" With no time to ask questions, Yelu Shou shouted at Xiao Lin, as the distant sirens grew nearer. The damned door was so sturdy it could only be opened with explosives.

Xiao Lin stared at the spot where Yelu Shou entered; the door was closed. Just as Shou blasted the door open, the Magician was still standing in front of him. No, he should still be in this room. "No!" Xiao Lin suddenly shouted, instantly flashing to Yelu Shou's side.

Yelu Shou, still unclear about the situation, only felt a sharp pain in his right arm, almost dropping his weapon. Xiao Lin appeared beside him with terrifying speed. The deafening crash forcefully threw him and his entire weapon four or five steps backward. A fleeting shadow passed by, grinning at where he had just stood. No, it was grinning at Xiao Lin. When had this person appeared? If not for Xiao Lin just now, it would have been his entire right arm lost, not just a deep gash to the bone.

"He is..." Yelu Shou struggled to get up. The sirens had already arrived below the police station. "The front door won't do; go from above!" Slinging the AK over his shoulder, Yelu Shou ran directly to the fifth floor, climbed through the skylight to the rooftop, and prepared a zipline at the back of the police station.

A steel cable connected to the opposite building, with two pulleys hanging on the cable. The gap between the buildings was seven or eight meters. Could the mid-span tension support the weight of two people sliding down simultaneously? Xiao Lin gave Shou a push, gesturing for him to go first, as the police trailing closely behind were breaking through the door. There was no time to hesitate. Shou grabbed the pulley and slid down the cable, just as the police broke through, advancing on Xiao Lin with guns raised.

"Freeze, drop your weapon, and turn around with your hands on your head." It seemed like every cop here would recite this line before making an arrest, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

With the brim of his hat pulled low, covering half his face, leaving only thin lips and a chiseled chin, the newly grown stubble clearly visible. The lead officer approached Xiao Lin, supporting his right hand with his left hand.

Xiao Lin discarded his gun, then glanced over his shoulder at Yelu Shou. He leaped onto the railing, spreading his arms and letting himself fall backwards. "Hey!" The lead officer shouted, rushing to the railing, only to be bonked on the head by a rebounding steel cable, causing him to squat down holding his face. The others hurried forward, some calling for help, and others firing bullets at whoever was across.

As Xiao Lin leaped off the rooftop, he severed the rope connecting the two buildings, swinging swiftly towards the opposite structure with one arm.

"You're insane!" Yelu Shou really felt his heart might burst. Having just descended from the cable, he felt a lightness in his hands, stunned by Xiao Lin's bold move when he turned. Hearing gunfire from the opposite side, he rushed into the hallway, disregarding everything and ascending towards where Xiao Lin landed.

The impact sent Xiao Lin crashing through the glass window on the tenth floor, flinging him inside. The office staff were terrified by the sudden strike and shattering glass, knowing nothing beyond screaming, with some faint-hearted women fainting on the spot.

Rolling amid the glass shards, Xiao Lin got to his feet amid the incessant screams. After a brief pause, he ran towards the main entrance, encountering Yelu Shou descending from the rooftop at the elevator bay, where the display showed the rising numbers from below. Of the six elevators, only two were moving upwards. After exchanging a glance, they entered the stairs, pressing the elevator stop button at every floor they passed.

On reaching the fifth floor, both Xiao Lin and Yelu Shou stopped. No wonder the police didn't come up the stairs; there was someone else.

A tall figure, coded "Level Seven," stood with arms crossed at the passage to the fourth floor. His imposing stature resembled a dark guardian deity, blocking Xiao Lin and Yelu Shou's path.

"The Magician, Clown, and Angel have all appeared, and now you. Then Lucifer must also be here. With Consort Ling, all of 'Black Crow's' higher-ups are present." Xiao Lin stepped forward, blocking Yelu Shou, without ignoring the bloody arm.

"Go straight down to the underground parking lot from here. There's a white Ford," Level Seven said in his innate emotionless voice. "I've repaid the favor I owed you. Next time, I won't let you go." With that, Level Seven stepped aside. Xiao Lin hurried towards the underground parking, without even a word of thanks. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)