Chapter 89: Sudden Kill
Chapter 89: Sudden Kill
As Chen Chuan moved forward, he suddenly sensed something and looked up. A figure seemed to flash by at the broken gap above the fortress.
At this moment, inside the fort, Tong Qianjiang was already standing behind the entrance, holding a sword high.
Although the entrance was not short, it was quite narrow, allowing only one person to pass through, and the walls were thick. If anyone rushed in, there was no room to retreat, so as soon as they entered, he could strike them down with his sword.
Behind him, Fang Dawei and his group were spread out on the open ground, ready for action, and there were also people on the second floor aiming their guns at the entrance.
But the clear footsteps suddenly disappeared after taking three steps towards the entrance.
While everyone was still waiting, the spider-like Old Seven suddenly looked up and saw a figure leap down from the hole above. In an instant, the light inside the fort dimmed, and he shouted, "Above!"
Everyone quickly turned their guns towards that direction and fired continuously, but it was already too late.
Chen Chuan landed on the circular second-floor platform, immediately crouched, and then rolled to the side. Several bullets whizzed past him.
He took advantage of the momentum to stand up, pushed off with his feet, and charged towards a person not far away. The longsword in his hand scraped against the wall, creating a trail of sparks.
The person fired two shots at him, but Chen Chuan's speed was incredibly fast, and he was almost sliding along the ground, causing all the shots to miss. Before the third shot could be fired, Chen Chuan advanced and slashed with his sword. With a 'swish' sound, the person's head flew off their body!
"Old Eight!" someone below exclaimed in shock.
Chen Chuan's gaze turned cold as he continued to advance. The next person was not far away, and to avoid harming his teammates, he initially didn't fire. Instead, he grabbed a heavy box beside him, and with a 'Ha' sound, he swung it towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan, whose vision was almost completely blocked by the box, reached out and gently pushed it aside. With a surge of force, the heavy wooden box, weighing at least several hundred kilograms, was effortlessly moved aside by him as if weightless. It burst open in mid-air, scattering its contents—countless miscellaneous items—down below, causing chaos.
Taking advantage of the momentum from pushing the box, Chen Chuan accelerated forward. A sharp sword light flashed, and the person's chest instantly detached from their body and flew away.
At this moment, he noticed a gun aimed at him from below. With a swift movement, he blocked the half-body with his arm, and the bullets that followed were all blocked by the implants on the remaining body.
He pushed the half-body with his hand, and it fell towards the person below with a gust of force. He resumed running, heading towards the last person on this level.
The person's eyes were fierce. They threw away their rifle and drew a pistol, firing at Chen Chuan repeatedly. However, Chen Chuan's agile footwork allowed him to dodge each shot. After a few steps, he closed in on the opponent. He thrust his sword forward, but as it pierced the opponent's chest, he felt a layer of resistance. Although it wasn't visible from the outside, the person also had a protective implant!
The person staggered back two steps from the impact of the sword, but he seemed to be fearless. With a roar, he grabbed the sword with both hands.
Chen Chuan's expression remained unchanged. With a twist and a pull of his wrist, the person cried out in pain.
As the opponent tried to attack again, Chen Chuan felt something strange and leaned back. His feet firmly planted on the ground, he saw a black shadow brush past him and then heard a 'pa' sound as it stuck to the wall beside him. The figure scurried upwards like a spider, quickly disappearing into a gap.
At this moment, Chen Chuan's body was almost at a forty-five-degree angle, like a taut bowstring. He felt a powerful pull from the front, and his entire body surged forward.
Because he had paused earlier, the person in front and those below were firing at him, creating a crossfire. Bullet marks appeared on the surrounding walls.
At this moment, he felt something poke his side, a bullet that had hit his body. However, it only slightly indented his protective vest before sliding off.
Chen Chuan's eyes flickered. Although he had prepared to use his second self, it seemed unnecessary now. This protective vest was indeed effective, and he barely felt any impact. So, he decided to be bolder, covering his face with his hand and charging forward.
The person in front of him, seeing Chen Chuan's approach, quickly retreated while firing several shots. But the bullets hitting Chen Chuan's body all slid off, causing the person to be terrified. They took a step to the side, attempting to jump down to the first floor to escape.
Chen Chuan quickened his pace, and when he was within range, a curved sword light flashed from below. The person's leg was instantly severed, and they cried out in agony, losing their balance and falling to the ground.
Chen Chuan took two quick steps, gripping the sword hilt with both hands. He raised the longsword above his head and shouted. With a 'clang,' the person's head was severed and bounced off the ground, rolling towards the feet of Fang Dawei and the others.
As the realization dawned that gunfire seemed futile, the surrounding gunshots gradually ceased.
Chen Chuan stood on the second floor, slowly turning around. With a horizontal sweep of his longsword, he lightly touched the ground, his gaze fixed downward. Blood gushed from the remains of those he had recently passed, dripping onto the floor below, splashing into tiny bloodstains.
He had only been inside for a dozen breaths, yet he had cleared the second floor, leaving no one alive.
Those below looked up, seeing him standing there with his sword. Everyone's breathing grew heavy, their eyes turning red.
Fang Dawei's eyes flashed. "Old Three, guard the door. Don't let anyone from below come up."
He was clear-headed. Most of the firing ports were on the second floor. Now that Chen Chuan had eliminated everyone above, they couldn't suppress the Patrol Bureau's forces outside. If the door wasn't guarded, the Patrol Bureau might take this chance to charge in, leading to an attack from both inside and out, which would be disastrous.
Tong Qianjiang, nearest to the door, heard the order and immediately drew his gun, firing towards the door's edge while staying alert for any outside movements.
Chen Chuan took this moment to regulate his breathing and survey the fort's interior.
Aside from the severely wounded lying on the ground, there were about five people standing within sight. A doctor-like figure stood in the corner, hands in the pockets of his gown, his expression calm, as if unconcerned.
Of the remaining four, the leader was undoubtedly Fang Dawei. The tall man beside him, over two meters, was likely Tong Baotao. Tong Qianjiang at the door was someone Chen Chuan had seen before, though he was wearing a mask then. Still, his build and gaze were recognizable.
The last was a small, bespectacled man, looking nervous and frail, unlike the others. He appeared to be a technician.
The deputy of Guan Yuming had said that Fang Dawei's group had six implanted individuals. Chen Chuan had killed one at the entrance and two more on this floor.
That left three.
Including the one above, crawling like a spider, there should be only Fang Dawei and Tong Baotao left. Their altered appearances were evident.
So, the next step was to eliminate these three, and the remaining threat would be significantly reduced.
Chen Chuan slowly raised his Snow Lady Sword horizontally in front of him. Though he had just killed several people, the sword was spotless, gleaming as if new, its chill piercing.
He swung the sword to the side and took a step forward, leaping down from the second floor. He landed with a thud, a cloud of dust rising around him before gradually settling as he straightened.
Fang Dawei's group exchanged glances and slowly advanced, surrounding Chen Chuan. At this moment, Old Seven silently crawled through a crack on the second floor, reaching the top and focusing on Chen Chuan's back and neck.
Tong Baotao discarded his gun, drawing two pure steel short sticks from his waist. With a fierce expression, he charged at Chen Chuan. Simultaneously, the small technician transformed, his face contorted with malice. He grabbed a sword and slashed at Chen Chuan's head.
Chen Chuan observed calmly. With the "Second Self" overlap, not only was his strength enhanced, but his reaction speed had doubled. In his eyes, everything seemed to slow down.
Regardless of who was in front or behind, even those out of sight, their movements seemed discernible through sounds and scents.
Tong Baotao and the small man approached simultaneously, but Chen Chuan perceived a slight delay between them. He took half a step towards the small man, extending his longsword to deflect him. The small man, along with his sword, was redirected towards Tong Baotao. To avoid a collision, Tong Baotao slowed his pace.
Chen Chuan pulled the sword back, and the small man, already off-balance, desperately tried to pull the sword back. Chen Chuan's force sent him reeling, and he stumbled forward, losing his balance.
Chen Chuan sidestepped, and as the small man crossed paths with him, Chen Chuan lightly tapped the back of the small man's head with his wrist. This move was reminiscent of his initial sandbag striking when his power technique was in its infancy.
A sharp crack, and blood gushed from the small man's eyes, ears, and nose. His entire head seemed to explode in an instant. Chen Chuan pressed the small man's chest to halt his movement, then gently pushed him forward. The small man's body flew, colliding with Tong Baotao behind him!
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(End of Chapter)
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