Chapter 670: The Hunt
Chapter 670: The Hunt
The young man stared in disbelief as he witnessed Chen Chuan catching the metal bullet with his bare hands, deflecting it without any apparent effort.
The young man had thrown the bullet with immense force, and while it was possible to block it, the bullet would have been damaged in the process. Yet, Chen Chuan had caught it intact, dissipating the force it carried.
What shocked the young man even more was that Chen Chuan had done this while walking forward step by step. Even his older brother, who could block his throws head-on, couldn't perform such a feat.
Chen Chuan clenched his fist, crushing the bullet into pieces that scattered on the ground. He continued striding forward without hesitation.
The young man's skin broke out in goosebumps as Chen Chuan approached. He kicked the remaining metal bullets on the platform, clearing them out, then turned and leaped backward, sprinting away. Close combat was his weakness, and he felt a deep fear as Chen Chuan closed in, so he fled with all his might.
As the young man fled, Chen Chuan faced a rain of bullets. With a glance, he surged forward, creating an invisible force in front of him that shattered the incoming bullets.
In an instant, Chen Chuan covered the long distance, crashing through the building where the young man had been standing. The remaining bullets on the platform tumbled out, and within a breath, Chen Chuan appeared behind the young man.
Startled, the young man reacted swiftly. He leaped, stepping on the wall beside him, then spun and swung his hand. Even without throwing, the swing produced a thunderous sound.
This reverse attack was a secret technique passed down in his family, designed to strike pursuing enemies. Its speed and unpredictability often resulted in the enemy's head exploding.
However, Chen Chuan intercepted the attack with a slap, and as their arms collided, a cracking sound echoed. The young man's arm exploded, spraying blood and flesh. The impact threw the young man off balance, and he stumbled forward.
Moving at high speed, the young man tried to catch himself, but Chen Chuan was quicker. He grabbed the young man's shoulder, and a capturing force seeped in, immobilizing him in mid-air. The young man's eyes darted in fear, his previous arrogance gone.
As Chen Chuan restrained the young man, in the distance, a gunman aimed his long-range firearm at Chen Chuan, the scope already focused on his head.
Just as the gunman was about to pull the trigger, a hand pressed down on the barrel, startling him. He looked up and saw the man with the clawed whip, who had somehow appeared beside him. "No chance," the man said, shaking his head. "If you fire, you'll only attract attention to us."
The gunman frowned, slowly releasing the trigger. "But he doesn't seem to notice anything," he protested.
Many skilled fighters had a sixth sense for danger when targeted by firearms, but the gunman had been aiming at Chen Chuan for a while, and the latter showed no signs of dodging or even looking his way, as if completely unaware. This frustrated the gunman.
"It's not that he doesn't sense danger," the clawed whip man said gravely. "Even if you fire, your bullet won't penetrate his head. Your shot poses no threat, so he doesn't need to react."
He glanced outside. "That investigation director from the Processing Bureau definitely cultivates some powerful horizontal force technique. Today's operation is a failure. Let's retreat before we lose the chance to escape."
"Where's Radona?" the gunman asked.
The clawed whip man didn't answer directly. Instead, he started walking away, saying, "Let's take care of ourselves first."
At that moment, a small airship flew overhead, dropping a soft ladder. The two men climbed aboard and immediately soared into the sky.
Chen Chuan's gaze shifted, noticing the airship. He saw the scattered bullets at his feet, picked one up, and gave it a slight twirl. With a twist of his waist, he hurled it toward the man on the airship.
The clawed whip man immediately sensed something amiss. He released the soft ladder and grabbed the end of the whip, quickly pulling and stretching it to form a cross in front of him.
The bullet struck the cross, and he felt a taut force on his hands, his arms straining and fingers nearly snapping. He was pulled backward by the force.
Despite his efforts, the bullet continued its relentless approach, slamming into his chest with a loud bang. He fell backward, tumbling through the air, and just before hitting the ground, he flipped and landed on his knees, steadying himself with his hands.
The metal dart finally lost its momentum and dropped from his chest to the ground.
But before he could catch his breath, the wall in front of him suddenly exploded outward. Bricks tumbled across the floor, and a figure wearing a protective face mask emerged from the debris.
His heart skipped a beat, and he discreetly gripped the whipcord.
As Chen Chuan approached, his gaze fixed on the latter, not daring to look away for a moment. He had witnessed the previous battle and knew that his opponent's strength was far beyond his own. If possible, he would have preferred to surrender at this moment, but the high-priced employment agreement he had signed beforehand ruled out that option. He had to fight with all his might.
As Chen Chuan stepped within a certain distance, the oppressive force he exuded intensified. Unable to remain stationary, he let out a muffled shout and leaped from the ground, flinging the whipcord outward with a powerful Chi force. The cord suddenly extended significantly under the influence of his Chi force, lashing out like five long whips.
These whipcords could extend and retract solely through the manipulation of Chi force, making them both firm and flexible. Once they ensnared a limb of the opponent, Chen Chuan had a unique technique to pull the opponent to the ground or disrupt their balance, leaving them at his mercy.
Chen Chuan waved his hand, and his Chi force directly knocked the whipcord away without letting it land. However, the cord suddenly transformed, revealing a claw-like shape. The front end of the cord had several metal hooks that, upon contact with the opponent's limbs or torso, could tear through flesh and Adaptation Organs, ripping them apart.
But before the cord could land, Chen Chuan drew the gun provided by Manager Wen from his waist with his other hand, aiming it at his opponent, who was only four or five meters away.
The Claw Whip man was startled and immediately crouched to dodge, but the gun barrel followed his movement, and a shot rang out. This was followed by another shot, and then another...
Chen Chuan fired a total of six shots in rapid succession, and at such close range, each bullet found its mark. Although the opponent managed to dodge the vital areas, the gun and bullets were specifically designed for fighting against fighters. Each hit caused the opponent's body to tremble, and after six shots, his body and limbs were riddled with six bloody holes, exposing bones and internal organs. One of his legs seemed to have been shattered.
The Claw Whip man stumbled a few steps to the side and then collapsed to the ground. He wanted to activate his blood energy to recover, but upon reconsideration, it seemed pointless and would only subject him to more torment. Feeling that he had fulfilled his duty to his employer, he spread his arms and legs, lying on his back and no longer resisting.
The long-range gunman above witnessed this scene with a mix of surprise and relief, thinking that he might have met the same fate if he hadn't escaped earlier.
Just then, a hissing sound pierced the air as something flew overhead, and the soft ladder was abruptly severed, causing the gunman to plummet from the sky.
He was momentarily stunned, and during his fall, he saw numerous combat creatures flying in from the outskirts. Simultaneously, intense gunfire erupted from the outermost personnel's position.
Before he could fully comprehend the situation, he crashed into a building below, followed by the combat creatures leaping towards his fallen body.
Chen Chuan glanced at the scene, which he had arranged before arriving. He had mobilized all the combat creatures in the nearby area, along with members of the Ji Yang District Handling Bureau and the city's security force, led by Yuan Qiuyuan and two others.
To ensure secrecy, Chen Chuan had An Dun create a field screen around the area, strictly prohibiting anyone from sending messages outside.
With the key personnel already eliminated, those on the outside couldn't mount any effective resistance and were taken out one by one.
Subsequently, security personnel, led by Handling Bureau members, rushed in and restrained the fallen mercenaries with specially designed shackles, preparing to take them back for interrogation.
Chen Chuan stepped aside, tapped his Dimensional Token, and directly contacted Director Wu. He briefed him on the current situation.
Director Wu replied gravely, "I understand. Bring the people back first."
Chen Chuan nodded.
Director Wu continued, "Is Fang Zhixin the assistant of Old Chen?"
"Yes," Chen Chuan confirmed.
Director Wu instructed, "Handle this matter yourself and tie up any loose ends."
"Yes, Director Wu," Chen Chuan agreed.
Fang Zhixin had been under investigation and wanted by the Temporary Special Action Committee. However, the Handling Bureau had previously exonerated Chen Bitong of his previous charges, so they had no obligation to capture Fang Zhixin. They had no intention of working for the Temporary Special Action Committee.
After ending the call, Chen Chuan returned to the small shop he had been in earlier. Fang Zhixin was still there, not having taken the opportunity to leave. Chen Chuan looked at him and asked, "What were you about to say?"
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(End of Chapter)
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