novelraw Chapter 920: Infinite
Chapter 920: Infinite
Boom—rumble—bang!
The Alfa Romeo rolled down the cliff, and when it finally crashed at the bottom, it was completely crumpled into a pile of scrap metal.
Thick black smoke began to rise from the base of the cliff.
In a small lookout tower along the winding mountain road, a man was adjusting his night vision goggles. Through the light green lens, he could still see the flames burning at the bottom of the cliff.
After observing for a while, the man finally nodded.
He put down the night vision goggles and took out his phone.
“BOSS, it’s done; the car has been blown to bits,” he said, suddenly pressing another button.
In the distance, a loud explosion erupted again—this time, it was the Hennessey Venom, which had been rendered inoperable by Song Ying’s driving.
The man grinned savagely.
It felt exhilarating to destroy a supercar in an instant! The phrase "explosion is romance" was absolutely true!“Didn’t leave any traces behind, did you?” a voice on the other end of the line asked urgently.
“BOSS, I think Lady Luck is definitely on your side,” the man replied with a smile. “Right before I moved, a group of small-time crooks showed up, driving a few cars to intercept Song Ying…”
He summarized what he had seen from afar. “...So, while we don’t know who these people are, their sudden appearance provides us with a new cover. This means we have much less to do, or maybe nothing at all. The Song family will likely investigate this group of small-time crooks instead.”
“Hmm... Let’s talk more when you get back,” the voice on the phone said in a deep tone. “Be careful; there are quite a few of the Song family's lookout points nearby.”
“Understood.” The man chuckled, then hung up and began packing up his things.
He gathered some food and water—having been waiting in this spot for quite a long time—and some surveillance tools.
After packing everything, he stretched. He figured it was time for a new identity after this assassination.
He had a habit of changing his identity after completing a job. To him, different identities offered different lives.
Finishing one job meant the beginning of a new life, while the end of one life heralded the arrival of a new job.
It felt like a cycle.
“Next, maybe I’ll go to... Iceland?” he thought, as he had no intention of returning to his boss right away. He planned to collect his payment and leave immediately.
The target of this assassination was somewhat intimidating... if he waited too long to leave, it could involve anyone.
Iceland... he suddenly craved the tranquility of that land.
He picked up his bag, ready to turn and leave the small lookout tower, but just as he turned around, he was startled!
Because behind him, a young man had suddenly appeared, examining the surroundings of the lookout tower.
“Is this the detonator for the bomb that blew up those two sports cars?” the young man suddenly asked, looking at the man's left hand.
The man froze, remembering he had the detonator in his hand. He expressionlessly stared at the young man and slowly shifted his feet, suddenly saying, “What detonator? There’s no such thing!”
Saying this, he threw the detonator on the ground and stomped on it hard, crushing it.
As the detonator shattered, the man quickly threw his bag at the young man!
At the same time, he made a move to draw his gun... pulling out a silver pistol from the holster strapped to his back.
He pressed his left hand against his right wrist, and the silver pistol began to fire several bullets with rapid-fire precision.
He was known as a fast shooter, capable of hitting targets even with his eyes closed at such close range. But after firing three shots, he suddenly stopped.
Because he witnessed an unbelievable scene!
The bullets... bullets at such a close range were now suspended in the air!
The bullets he had just fired appeared as though they had entered gelatin, slowing down dramatically... They continued to move forward but at an incredibly slow pace.
Eventually, all three bullets came to a stop in front of the young man—a visible process as they transitioned from slow to a complete halt.
Bang bang bang—!
The man screamed in surprise and shot at the young man again with the silver pistol—until the entire magazine was empty!
In total, he had fired six shots!
But all six bullets were stopped... concentrated right in front of the young man’s heart, like a special effect from a movie.
“W-what are you?” the man stammered, his voice trembling with an unexplainable fear.
A being that bullets couldn’t harm... what kind of monster was this?
“Did you know that throwing things around is a very bad habit?” the young man shook his head, picking up the bag that had been thrown by the man earlier.
He picked up the bag, dusted it off, and placed it on a wooden table in the lookout tower... the man didn't dare to move.
“And these too,” the young man said, looking at the bullets suspended in the air.
He suddenly extended his hand, taking the bullets out of the air one by one... removing them from the air and placing them neatly on the wooden table.
The bullets stood upright and were arranged in a straight line.
“Now it looks much tidier,” the young man said.
The man could not help but sweat profusely after watching the young man retrieve the first bullet from the air, his throat tightened, and his heart raced.
By the time the young man placed the last bullet neatly on the table and looked at him, the man said nothing, simply raising his hands high. “Don’t... I’ll cooperate! You can do whatever you want!”
Even if he changed magazines and fired another six shots, the result would likely be the same—only resulting in more bullets neatly arranged on the wooden table.
The man had completed many missions, encountering all kinds of bizarre events—but what was happening before his eyes could hardly be described as strange.
At this moment, the male gunslinger somewhat hated his calm demeanor... What was the point of being so composed? Just standing in front of this terrifying young man made his scalp tingle and left him feeling weak, yet he still had to think of ways to cope.
“I actually prefer to resolve problems without violence,” the young man nodded at this point. “Come, sit down. Let’s talk.”
The young man pointed to a long bench beside the wooden table.
The wooden table and the bench were practically all the furnishings in this watchtower.
Seeing the young man sit down first, the male gunslinger finally gathered the courage to slowly take a seat across from him. Thanks to the faint light from outside near the windowsill, he was finally able to see the young man’s appearance clearly.
He couldn't help but be shocked... because he recognized who this young man was!
Wasn’t this the guy who had recently raced out with Song Ying? The one who drove the Alfa Romeo! But... wasn’t the Alfa Romeo blown up and plunged off the cliff? How did he come here in the blink of an eye and silently appear behind him? The gunslinger swallowed hard.
He had made a simple alarm outside the watchtower using some picked-up wooden planks and bamboo strips, but it seemed that this alarm had never gone off!
The young man, Luo Qiu, picked up one of the bullets and fiddled with it. Since it had just been fired, it hadn’t stayed in the air for long, so the bullet still retained its heat.
“The bomb exploded at the bottom of the car,” Luo Qiu said calmly. “This car drove straight out from Song's Cold Residence without stopping, so the possibility of it being installed midway is almost zero. Unless... someone managed to sneak it past me. But I think that’s impossible, which means... this thing was already installed on the two supercars' bases from the beginning.”
The male gunslinger anxiously looked around, feeling a sense of despair he couldn't escape from.
Luo Qiu continued, “So there’s only one possibility left... The bomb was installed before departure. I’m curious about how you managed to install these bombs under so many guards and surveillance at the Cold Residence. Moreover, I suspect that it’s not just these two cars, right? All of Song Ying's supercars must have them installed too? Because you couldn’t be sure which one she would drive out. This would explain why both supercars have bombs... I’m not mistaken in this line of thought, am I?”
“N-no,” the male gunslinger was still extremely tense.
Luo Qiu nodded, murmuring as if to himself, “So who could it be? An insider in the Cold Residence? Or someone who was bribed?”
“I don’t know who he is!” the gunslinger quickly replied. “We only communicated through the internet and phone. As you can see, I’m just a hired gunslinger doing jobs for money…”
Luo Qiu looked expressionlessly into the gunslinger’s eyes. That indifferent gaze frightened him, making him quickly lower his head, not daring to meet his gaze.
“Hmm... you’re not lying,” Luo Qiu nodded. “I believe you don’t know who the mastermind is.”
“Th-thank you...”
Just as the gunslinger was about to say "thank you," he quickly swallowed the words—because he finally realized how spineless his cooperative attitude was, which went against the rules of their profession.
The reason so many people hire gunslingers is not only because of the power of gunfire itself but also because gunslingers don’t easily divulge any information about their employers—such traitorous gunslingers cannot survive in this industry anymore.
But he had said it—he had said he would cooperate, so he had succumbed to that inhuman force.
“I’ve told you everything I know,” the gunslinger said, feeling extremely nervous. “Can you let me go?”
What principle could be more important than one’s own life... Principles are only something one has the confidence to speak about when they are alive!
Luo Qiu shook his head, saying nonchalantly, “I said we should sit down and talk... I actually haven’t asked you any questions.”
This... The gunslinger suddenly recalled that the terrifying young man hadn’t asked him any questions! Those were mostly just things he had said while thinking...
“In any case!”
He couldn’t care about anything else now! The gunslinger suddenly stood up; he didn’t want to linger here—not even a moment longer—in front of this young man!
Every second felt like countless venomous snakes were staring at him from behind... That chilling feeling was something he hoped never to experience again in his life!
“I have an appointment with my employer to meet after the job is done... Here’s the meeting address!” The gunslinger quickly pulled out a note and threw it on the table.
He saw the young man pick up the note and examine it carefully, while he cautiously stepped back, one step, two steps... three steps!
When he felt he had reached a safe distance after the third step, he turned and dashed towards the exit of the watchtower.
Luo Qiu merely glanced at him indifferently, seemingly without any intention of chasing after him. He just took out his phone and input the address from the note into the map.
...
The gunslinger ran out in a panic, recalling many terrifying things that had happened years ago... His fear of the young man seemed to trigger a chain reaction, stirring up some unpleasant childhood memories!
He gasped for air, frantically looking for a way out, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible, even thinking about not collecting the final payment... heading to Iceland!
Right, to Iceland! He wanted to start a new life and forget this unpleasant experience!
Great... that guy didn’t chase after him!
At this moment, the gunslinger cracked a smile, revealing a mix of fear and joy... But suddenly, he tripped over something!
In the darkness, it seemed something had wrapped around his feet!
Then, sounds of knocking echoed around him... In the mountain forest along the winding road at night, it was as if countless evil spirits were laughing at him!
He screamed in terror, his body losing balance, and he fell down the hillside!
His rolling finally stopped, and he was covered in scratches and bruises—he had rolled onto the road of the winding mountain highway!
But just at that moment, two strong beams of light shone from behind, along with the sound of a horn blaring... The gunslinger froze, instinctively looking at himself!
What was wrapped around him were just some vines, and hanging on those vines were quite a few wooden signs and bamboo strips... This was his makeshift alarm!
Beep—!!!
The horn blared.
Bang—!
A figure was suddenly knocked off the road by an unstoppable car, directly plummeting into the cliff.
...
After taking a glance down from the watchtower's windowsill, Luo Qiu shook his head... In fact, he hadn’t done anything; it was just that this gunslinger had suddenly panicked, suddenly ran out, suddenly slipped, and then suddenly got hit by a car and fell off the cliff.
Everything was so sudden.
Luo Qiu looked at his palm, suddenly feeling a chill... So many sudden occurrences seemed to all stem from the thoughts in his subconscious.
A small range of influence affecting the surroundings, causing everything to manifest according to his own thoughts...
Perhaps even fate would become obedient...
He could clearly feel this—ever since Black Luo Qiu had appeared and then scattered.
“To trust me like this, can you control it well...” Luo Qiu looked into the distance, murmuring, “The altar...”