Special Forces Medic

Chapter 942 914: Two Ways to Die

Since ancient times, butterflies have been the metamorphosis of souls, using their beautiful appearance to confuse all who behold them, and employing Poisonous Qilin Powder to bring the captured ones to their synchronized deaths in confusion.

A vividly colored butterfly fluttered around Xiao Lin's shoulder. Even in the midst of this stormy weather, it remained unaffected, flying freely. Xiao Lin extended his left hand, palm up, with fingers naturally relaxed. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, incredulous at seeing such a subtropical creature in such ghostly weather.

The butterfly, like a rose with thorns, is beautiful yet deadly. Its antennae twitched at his fingertips, the subtle sting barely lasting a blink. Few cultivate beautiful creatures into killing machines. No wonder they've never met; they've been around all along.

After the wings trembled a few times, it fell to the ground, and only then did Xiao Lin pick up its corpse. "This toxin is merely an appetizer for me, or do you think my blood can only detoxify and not release toxins? It depends on Lucifer, the Hell Demon King, showing up. How about that?" Xiao Lin muttered to himself, regretfully crumbling the butterfly in his hand to dust.

Yet, no one answered him, and no one appeared in the cockpit! Xiao Lin tilted his head, raised an eyebrow indifferently, and walked out of the cockpit to stand on the deck. The storm seemed to be shrinking gradually, but judging by their speed, they might collide with a cluster of reefs without escaping the storm's range. It seemed like death from every angle or testing his strength? Probably not so simple.

The hierarchy of the 'Black Crow' organization is actually simple. Beneath the highest authority lies a real manager, who decides and issues commands on all internal matters, except major events and diplomatic policies. This person holds actual power and can act without reporting first. If the highest ruler dies, this person becomes the successor and thus is also a suspect.

Additionally, the system has a third tier responsible for protecting and dealing with the lower-level assassins. If a high-ranking person appeared here, then this ship should contain more than one person. Where exactly?

No time to think as a shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, a woman's hair brushed past his face, carrying a fragrance. The only woman in the 'Black Crow' third tier—A clown? Magician? Or a seven-level code name? Angel? Consort Ling provided limited information. Though he's also part of the third tier, he never truly knows these four due to his special position outside the circle.

Immediately, Xiao Lin concealed himself in the darkness, in the crevice between the cabin and the cockpit. He attentively watched every movement outside. There were no sounds of fighting, no smell of blood, just the roar of the storm—this calmness seemed too serene.

There are many types of assassins. On a shabby fishing boat, two types exist simultaneously. Those lurking in the dark waiting for a chance are more unsettling than those arriving frantically. As soon as he confirmed no second presence on the deck, Xiao Lin slipped into the cabin.

"Where did you go?" Charles took the lead in questioning when he saw Xiao Lin return to the cabin.

"I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear?"

"Focus on the key."

"The bad news is we can't reach the open sea before the storm stops; we're heading towards a reef cluster. The good news is the storm is about to cease."

"Damn, are you playing me?" Arthur couldn't hold back, quickly surged up, trying to grab Xiao Lin, who avoided with a swift move. With his left hand, he grabbed Arthur's collar and hurled him toward the cabin door, accompanied by a thud and a curse.

"Keep an eye on him, Qing Yi!" Xiao Lin shouted loudly, eyes wide open, kicking a nearby storage box to block where Arthur fell, just right to block the door. "Now we face another problem; besides us, there are others on this boat."

"Assassins?" Charles wasn't surprised; he must have had a guess about what's going on. "I've heard of someone who can disturb people's emotions, making them agitated—the 'Black Crow's' Angel, Adam Gadmon, the only female who excels at manipulating emotions."

"There's another! If I'm not mistaken, it should be Lucifer, the 'Black Crow' second successor."

"What?" Xiao Lin's words caused the other three to jump in alarm, each with different reactions and thoughts.

"Now, there are two paths before you: Either crash into the reef, end up at the bottom feeding fish, or be killed by assassins, then crash and feed fish."

"That's not funny!" Hua Qingyi glared at Xiao Lin, speechless that he still joked in such a situation.

"I'm not joking!" Xiao Lin's serious expression made Hua Qingyi laugh inappropriately, thinking it amusing only because he was too earnest. "The former means natural death, as we lack a captain to avoid the reefs. You can contact the coast guard for rescue, and that person will be caught. With the latter, what are the odds of defeating two or more assassins?"

Only two shook their heads; even in the Assassin Realm, they dared not challenge figures above the 'Black Crow' tier three easily, regardless of the country, such a structure persists.

"Italy is the only country without 'Black Crow' infiltration, so I'm not familiar with their strength and methods," Charles analyzed the current situation pragmatically. "We can't guarantee our survival before rescue arrives."

"Damn, Charles, don't say you're from our Italian Mafia; with your capability, once we hit land, I'll kill you first for embarrassing us." Charles shut his mouth, looking scornful.

"The cabin is currently the safest place. They don't intend to kill you, or we'd have fallen into an ambush since the storm began," Xiao Lin scanned them, signaling Hua Qingyi with a nod. "I'll handle the outside; Qing Yi, ensure Arthur's safety. Charles, assist him. Remember, you can let people in, but absolutely no going out."

"I'll go out with you." Charles jumped to Xiao Lin's side, his fair face showing excitement. He wanted to see the third or higher tier 'Black Crow' figures.

"Stay here, it's safer," Xiao Lin's unrefusable tone made Charles shrink back. "Keep in touch with your people, leave here immediately when the storm stops. Your job is survival, not recklessness; your purpose must be clear." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your vote, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)