Special Forces Medic

Chapter 881 - 854: Whoever Strikes First Is the Loser

"Oh? Really?" Four Master didn’t care about the refusal of the three people in front of her and chuckled lightly. She silently drank the liquid in her cup, and she would never doubt her own judgment nor the capabilities of the Dan Clan. At that moment of hesitation, a grenade smashed through the glass from outside and was thrown in. Faced with such a sudden change, the three people sitting cross-legged quickly leapt away.

The grenade landed on the ground without making an explosive sound. It rolled a few times and stopped beside the divan.

"Master, are you alright!" Lao Zhao was the first to rush in. Seeing a grenade rolling on the snow-white carpet, his face instantly changed.

"What’s going on? What happened outside?" Four Master calmly picked up the grenade, which hadn’t opened its safety pin, and placed it on the table as a warning.

"Someone broke in, identity unknown for now, but based on my estimation, I suspect it might be Charles Fen. He isn’t in the position he should be right now."

"Charles Fen?" Four Master’s eyes widened, understanding instantly. "Seal off the police perimeter; he must be at some spot. Search high and be wary of his sniper rifle."

"Charles Fen! A skilled assassin in hiding, Four Master, I’m afraid we can’t continue our discussion today. Once you handle your matters, we can resume."

"Just an ant, it’ll be handled quickly, no need to take long." With that, she’d already drifted out, while Lao Zhao settled the three people in the room and hurriedly followed. Four Master rarely exposes herself to danger for just such a person, Lao Zhao dared not slacken, straightened his waist and pursued with nimble steps.

"Why hasn’t Bald Head returned yet?" Removing the long white robe to reveal her graceful figure, Four Master stood on the steps, frowning slightly and asked.

"I’ve already sent people to find him; it’s likely bad news."

Outside the factory came the sound of an explosion, booming loudly. "Master, it’s safer here; I’ll go outside and check."

"The grenade’s been thrown all the way into the base camp; is there still safety here?" With a questioning voice, Four Master had already jumped down from a height of four to five meters. Before landing, she heard the sound of machine gun fire, looking at the dark area, she revealed a beautiful smile.

Whoever acts first loses!

Exposing one’s position is fatal for an assassin, Charles calmly held the sniper rifle, looking through the scope at that beautiful face and the coldness at the corner of her mouth.

He knew today he surely wouldn’t survive, fingers pulling the trigger, the bullet instantly emerged, only to see the person in the scope flash away, bullet missed. This was the first person to escape under his gun. Charles immediately retracted the gun, trying to find another place to hide, once a spot fails, he must change to another spot for a second hunt.

"Who will win this hunt?" The three standing high simultaneously looked down, in this perilous factory, the attic segment seemed safer instead.

"The assassin is bound to die, our goal is met, let’s go!"

"Go? I’m afraid it won’t be that easy!" Another one pointed at the person below with his chin, a tall man was holding a rocket launcher aimed at them. "Really a bad feeling!"

"Great power, since the host’s so kind, let’s stick around then."

Charles turned and jumped out of the windowsill, quickly moved to the vacant lot edge, without pausing a second, once more climbed high to stand ready for finding his target.

There were many machines and equipment inside the factory; within this area it wasn’t hard to find someone in white clothing. Black and white is inherently a stark contrast. Once the target was found, Charles pulled the trigger, the bullet passed through the white shadow, someone fell to the ground. Before he could get excited, Charles widened his eyes, a threat was slowly approaching his back.

"Charles, how does it feel to hit me? Isn’t it thrilling?" Four Master’s voice sounded behind Charles, looking at the person being carried away in front, either jump from here and fall into the rocket launcher’s range, or be killed by the person behind, both paths escape the shadow of death.

"One more chance!" Charles chose the path in front, irrationally throwing away his weapon, shedding his skin like a cicada falling from high above.

"Wow! Even discarding the tools he eats with!" Watching from the partition, someone watched as a child-like figure fell from one side, let out a regretful voice.

"Considering dying at a chance of survival or no chance at all, of course you consider dying with a sliver of hope." A straight-laced person explained Charles’ actions.

"Hmm, the result of competing with Four Master is zero, competing with that big guy, maybe there’s a slim chance of survival, but how did this guy find here?" The one who remained silent asked the crucial question.

"That’s something to ask our scabby man about, hehe!" The straight-laced person’s sense of mystery earned white eyes from the other two.

"How do you pretend when the master isn’t here?"

"I don’t know, just guessing."

Meanwhile, the situation below instantly exceeded expectations, the big guy handed the rocket launcher to his underling, and heavily kicked the person just fallen, flipping him onto the ground.

Charles clutched his abdomen, first foot landing when descending, seemingly unable to stand with one foot. "Looks like he’s injured!"

"You seem quite sympathetic towards him, why not go help him!"

"The Dan Clan’s external family motto is not to mind irrelevant matters, I remember it well."

Without the sniper rifle, Charles was like missing an arm, proficient in firearms from childhood now found himself disadvantaged in melee combat, unable to withstand the successive kicks from Big Head, the blood rising from his mouth stained his clothes, his pale complexion lost nearly all ground to retaliate.

"Truly a shame for such a talent, those who wield guns truly are unfitting for fists, will note this issue for next time, without a gun they’re truly nothing."

The two standing alongside looked at the commentator with a monster-like gaze, what wind blew to even enlighten this person.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." She drifted back in, still spotless white without a speck of dust. "Let’s continue!" (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)