Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1028 - 1000: Descending from the Heavens

Puzzle within a puzzle! A trap within a trap!

This was Lucifer’s warning to Xiao Lin; he unhesitatingly unplugged the wires inserted into Adam Gadamon in front of him, those cold things used to maintain recordings. "I’m taking the person away as a reward for you not killing an Angel, but next time we meet, we are still enemies."

Those were Lucifer’s parting words. If the Angel was part of the Blood Race, then these instruments would indeed be useless for her. Equally, Xiao Lin still believed Lucifer’s words, that Angel was the murderer of the twenty-two members of the ’Wagangai,’ but that wasn’t Lucifer’s intention. So, was the reason for killing Fick from the same person?

Xiao Lin fell into contemplation, his room, with just him remaining, seemed exceptionally sparse and pale. At some point, the window had been opened, and the sheer curtains swayed with the wind.

In the distance came the sound of horns, it seemed Yelu Shou and the others had been gone a bit too long. From his perspective looking out, tonight’s sky lit up particularly late, and the asymmetrical light in the distance appeared particularly bright, not coming from the natural boundary, causing Xiao Lin to rush out of the window.

Consort Ling had been standing guard by the door like a gatekeeping deity. This was hardly a normal room, more of a shack, with a bed resembling an operating table and some obviously second-hand machinery. He greatly discounted the ability of the person cutting Razor inside.

Wearing slippers and sporting a peculiar pair of glasses, someone who started cutting without even looking at the wound was either overly confident or utterly incompetent. Staring down at the tips of his shoes, as if someone was approaching, but without a murderous aura, Consort Ling glanced up and automatically ignored the two sneaking close.

"Do you think he’s noticed us?" When he’s not pretending to be a cripple, Troy is a complete buffoon, dragging Yelu Shou along with him.

"Release your murderous aura, and you’ll find the answer." Yelu Shou rolled his eyes, escaping from beside Xiao Lin was without pressure, but following this idiot, he instead felt burdened.

"So that means he won’t fight us?" Upon hearing Yelu Shou’s words, Troy suddenly lost the element of surprise.

"I see you’re bored, why not continue pretending to be a cripple to get beaten, it’s more entertaining." In this world, there are many evil things, and this fool chose the most pathetic lifelong practice, which is getting beaten.

"That’s something that can’t be used often, you have to wait for all the energy accumulated in the body to flow before you can look for a fight, said there’s no way you’d understand." Troy straightened up and swaggered in front of Consort Ling, lifting the tarp with one hand and taking a look inside, seeming like the wrap-up work was being done. "Hey, Mo, how’s it going?"

"Just lie still for three days and you can bounce back." The person with their back to them tossed the tongs in their hand into a metal bucket, the face under the strange glasses was not ordinary, but too cold and indifferent, no different from a block of ice.

"Ah, then just stash it here, but this big guy isn’t easy to deal with." Troy nodded, three days isn’t long, it’ll pass quickly.

"Where did you get this from, it’s not simple." Mo was surprised by the rapid self-healing ability of those small cuts while operating.

"I’ll give you a chance to meet its owner, you’ll definitely be interested." Troy crawled out. "Heard it all, it’s fine! Now can I go?"

"Wait a minute!" Consort Ling suddenly brandished his long knife, eyes fixed on a patch of white light in the distance. "There!"

Yelu Shou also noticed the unusual sign, it should be the gap at the yin-yang line.

"You haven’t offended that Morro, have you?" Yelu Shou looked toward that white light. "Sin City has always kept its distance from Heaven, and this Morro has always avoided it at all costs, why act so rashly this time?"

"This is a piece of fat meat, someone as greedy as Morro would love to swallow it up himself and pass it on to others; the dividends would last him lifetimes, otherwise, why would he deal with the Northeast? Isn’t it just to let that Middle Eastern elder take the position? Not all Sicilian arms dealers can satisfy Nicholas’s appetite, but to please this man, just throw enough money and it’s all good."

"Now the Middle Eastern elder is dead, the Northeast is probably..." As he spoke, Yelu Shou looked at Consort Ling, no one in the police department was from the Northeast. "Troy, what are your plans now? Morro’s eyes are on this place so tightly, even without evidence, he’ll storm in. Any old excuse you won’t be able to refute."

Troy laughed slyly, completely unconcerned.

Why didn’t Pete answer the phone? Morro was on the road back to the police station, dialing Pete’s number again and still finding it unanswered!

Daybreak would mark the beginning of the operation. He entrusted the critical task of capturing Sin City to his most prized undercover agent. At this crucial moment, Pete couldn’t afford such a mistake.

Under the unusual white light of the night sky, a long convoy advanced mightily towards the gap in the Yin-Yang line. Just as they were about to leave the middle zone and enter Sin City, the front vehicle suddenly had a tire explosion.

Just as the convoy had no choice but to stop and people began getting out to check the situation, someone suddenly widened his eyes in terror, staring at hundreds of firebombs descending from the sky. For a moment, he forgot to escape.

"Bang!"

Only when the first explosion rang out in the night sky did everyone shudder, screaming as they opened car doors, desperately dodging the firebombs falling from the sky, the shattered fragments, and the splattering flames everywhere.

In an instant, the convoy stretched two hundred meters long fell into chaos. The exploding flames not only covered the street but also stuck to the tires and the vehicle bodies; the area around the convoy instantly turned into a sea of fire.

To escape this suddenly descending earthly inferno as quickly as possible, most people even forgot what they came for, who they were.

Almost rolling out of the vehicle, Pete looked around at the sea, frightened and angry. If earlier he was considering what excuse to enter Sin City, now he had one. He suddenly felt grateful for the two-meter gap in the middle zone.

He didn’t have time to warn others to be cautious; even if he did, no one could hear his voice. Was there anything more important right now than escaping from this sea of fire?

Though aware that Sin City’s people were not to be trifled with, he never expected them to be this cruel. How many could survive under such a sea of fire? Pete’s heart instantly went cold.

Troy stood on the high wall, smiling as he looked at the sky stained orange. "How about it? Doesn’t this fire raining from the sky complement tonight’s night scenery well?"

From the sea of fire, more than a dozen people appeared, holding various weapons, surrounding the convoy, waiting for the escapees from the sea of fire.

Pete, disheveled, rolled out of the fire, clutching his head. Carlos, carrying a long gun, grinned.

"Boss’s plans are always divine, though this time the old guy dared not send the police to attract attention," Carlos said to Tegel, walking out first. "Brothers, today let’s take down these Birds of Paradise and show them that Sin City isn’t easy to bully." Without police interference, Carlos wielded his long gun and shot a bullet at the person just escaping the fire, blowing his head off. Encouraged by him, more than a dozen people charged forward.

But before Carlos could lift his leg, a strong wind suddenly whistled from the right front diagonal. The seemingly burly Carlos didn’t hesitate, immediately rolling to the ground agilely to avoid it.

However, the youngster following him wasn’t so lucky, seeing the scene for the first time, unaware he’d become the soul under a large knife.

Carlos shouted, glancing at his deceased companion, firing a bullet at the lean man wielding the large knife, still muttering under his breath. Just then, someone flew past overhead, making Carlos pause, then he immediately raised his gun, firing a third bullet at the shadow.

In Sin City, Carlos was known as the ’Gun God.’ Whatever he targeted rarely escaped. Yet the bird-like shadow passing overhead was undamaged, landing in the sea of fire, rescuing people still trapped and placing them in safe places.

Carlos squinted, raising his long gun again, firing a fourth bullet at the shadow’s back. The shadow seemed to have eyes on its back. As the bullet entered the shooting range, it vanished from Carlos’s sight.

"Watch out!" A loud shout came as the shadow had already arrived, with two flashes of silver. In an instant, danger was before them.

Troy moved towards the shadow’s direction. As he shouted a warning, he flicked a stone with his toe, aiming at the shadow’s right.

With a light thud, the stone pierced through Carlos, hitting the shadow’s shoulder. Troy seized this opportunity to leap between the two, a wave of murderous intent surging forth. This was an extraordinary person, with the same intense murderous aura as Consort Ling. "You’re the assassin!"

The shadow ignored Troy and turned to Pete behind him, sneering. With a raise of his hand, Pete’s head had already fallen. This sudden change shocked those present, thinking they’d encountered a savior, not expecting he’d claim a head with a single move.

Troy was quite astonished; this speed was multiple times faster than his and Nicholas’s. In terms of strength, he was not this opponent’s match, nor his subordinates. "Gather them back, retreat to the city," Troy quietly instructed Carlos, who retreated accordingly. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)