Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 312: 244. Gun Battle in the Building

In Qing Chen’s plan, he was supposed to secretly infiltrate the building with Li Changqing, hide in a place where the assassins couldn’t find them, and wait for Li Changqing’s reinforcements to arrive and capture all the assassins.

The building was densely populated with numerous rooms, so even if the assassins wanted to find someone, it would take some time. Thus, he always felt that this plan was sound.

But now, he found himself inexplicably leading Li Changqing directly to the mastermind.

Then, Li Changqing suddenly launched a surprise attack on the adversary, shattering the front-facing floor-to-ceiling windows.

When the mastermind fell from the air, he didn’t forget to pull a woman along to cushion his fall, even using the communication channel to tell the other assassins there was another person in the room.

This enemy was fierce; knowing he was undoubtedly going to die, he didn’t waste any more time struggling, but rather opted to make Li Changqing and him pay the price.

Qing Chen felt as if he had shoved a hornet’s nest, with dozens of assassins within the building charging at him like killer bees.

Would Li Changqing come back to rescue him?

Possibly, possibly not, but Qing Chen never gambled on others.

Life was his own, so he had to fight for it himself.

He didn’t rush outside, instead he squatted down to tighten his shoelaces, then ditched his sniper rifle and drew the pistol at his waist.

The sniper rifle was certainly valuable, but although Qing Chen was avaricious, he wasn’t attached to possessions; in such circumstances, it definitely wasn’t feasible to carry such a burden in narrow terrain.

Between the narrow corridors, the pistol was undoubtedly the superior choice.

If Li Changqing had been there, he might have noticed that Qing Chen’s demeanor had completely changed, resembling a cold machine.

The youth stood at the doorway, holding his breath and waiting for something.

The next moment, he unexpectedly raised his hand and pulled the trigger at the door.

The bullet roared out, piercing through the door and, as if foreseen by a prophet, struck the chests of two assassins outside.

Qing Chen walked out with a calm expression, lightly plucking the pistol from the hands of the corpses.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the Puppeteer’s invisible threads pierced the heart of one of the assassins, as if performing a sacrifice. The assassin’s body, clothes, and even the blood sprayed on the wall, all seemed forcibly erased as if turned into airborne ash, leaving no trace behind.

It was as if some global rule was descending, satisfying the containment condition with flesh and blood.

In the past, Qing Chen had deliberately “blocked” the evil containment requirements of the Puppeteer, never intentionally creating opportunities for massacre.

But he absolutely wouldn’t let go of those who brought themselves to his door.

For caution’s sake, Qing Chen only sacrificed one of the two bodies to avoid being too conspicuous and alerting others.

Footsteps resonated from the far end of the long corridor; as he walked towards the sound while counting the steps silently, the moment the adversary peeked out, Qing Chen had already raised his right arm and pulled the trigger thrice.

The assassin’s gun-holding arm, eyebrow center, and chest—three shots, none missed.

All this precise timing felt as though the assassins were deliberately delivering their heads into his hands on cue.

Qing Chen entered the emergency exit, but instead of hurrying downward, he made his way upward.

No one had taught him how to handle a gunfight in a building, but he was very clear about one thing: here, he had to overcome his animalistic weaknesses.

At this moment, all assassins might think that this building was their home turf, so Qing Chen’s expected move would be to flee downwards and regroup with Li Changqing and others.

But he did the opposite.

Countdown to return 97:00:00.

11 PM.

The building was like another grand Octagon cage, where everyone could pick up weapons to fight. However, the beasts Qing Chen had to face this time were numerous.

Qing Chen removed the magazine of the assassin’s gun, checked that it was fully loaded, then reinserted it into the chamber.

His footwork, strangely powerful, allowed him to move silently up the stairwell.

In the dimly lit emergency passage, only the emergency lights shone, immersing the youth’s eye sockets in dark shadows.

The two assassins rushing downstairs at full speed totally didn’t expect Qing Chen to do the opposite and appear here.

Qing Chen raised his hand and pulled the trigger twice; before the assassins could even raise their guns, each had a bullet hole in the center of their foreheads.

But he didn’t relax, instead retreating quickly.

The next moment, the spot where he had stood was riddled with a series of bullet holes from gunfire.

Behind those two assassins, another person was attempting a sneak attack by shooting through the gaps in the metal handrail of the stairs.

Qing Chen didn’t even look; he continued pulling the trigger in the attacker’s blind spot, but since the assassin stayed hidden, not a single bullet struck him.

With a click, a jamming noise came from the gun in the youth’s hand, and he coldly pressed down the bolt, ejecting the magazine to replace it with a new one.

The enemy on the staircase, hearing the magazine being ejected from the gun, actually leapt down from the middle of the stairs.

Yet, at the moment he jumped, he found that the youth in the dim light had already continuously pulled the trigger.

Gunfire erupted, like fireworks suddenly appearing in the dark night.

The assassin’s body instantly paralyzed, and he lost his balance, falling on the stairs like a broken cloth bag.

Just before his death, he saw Qing Chen holding an empty pistol in his left hand and another gun, which he had just taken from the assassin’s body, in his right hand.

Of course, it was faster to switch guns than to reload.

Qing Chen had deliberately made the noise of changing the magazine, letting the empty magazine fall to the ground, just to lure the assassin on the stairs to come out himself.

In the Octagon cage, there was a very fierce tactic: if your strength is insufficient to hit your opponent, then trick your opponent into attacking you. The opponent’s head, rushing forward to meet your striking fist, would create double the impact.

If you can’t eliminate an enemy quickly, then learn how to make the enemy come at you and run into your gun barrel.

Qing Chen calmly shook out the Puppeteer, the transparent threads like little snakes, greedily sucking life.

He watched the threads turn red and then, as the bodies turned to ash, returned to being transparent.

In just two fights, sacrificing three people, the clear bifurcation had grown thirty-three centimeters.

If there were a few more such fights, the Puppeteer would soon be able to control a second person. This was still the speed with Qing Chen holding back. If it fell into the hands of someone with malicious intent, they would secretly massacre civilians to complete the containment conditions.

“It really is an evil Taboo,” sighed Qing Chen.

By this time, the assassins in the building already knew that the youth who had just decapitated them had not only not descended but was instead heading upstairs.

Suddenly, the assassins surged towards the upstairs.

The young man stood quietly in the stairwell, listening to footsteps also coming from below. This time, he did not continue upward, but surprisingly turned back down.

Within a few steps, Qing Chen’s face had already changed into that of one of the assassins who had turned to ash.

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At this very moment.

In the long street, soldiers from the Federal Group suddenly appeared around two trucks blocking the entrance and exit of the road, fully armed and steadily advancing to quickly clear the battlefield.

The assassins, who had originally surrounded Li Changqing’s convoy, found themselves surrounded in the blink of an eye.

The moment they made contact, the unprotected assassins were harvested by the organized troops of the group, falling in droves.

Seeing this, Number Six finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, his already crippled right leg was bleeding profusely, but even so, Number Six remained loyal, limping towards the spot where Li Changqing had fallen, “Boss, are you alright, boss? Isn’t Qing Chen supposed to protect you? Where is he?”

Li Changqing heard this and suddenly looked towards the building, “Damn, his position has been exposed!”

The building was not soundproof, so after the gunfire on the ground gradually subsided, everyone could still faintly hear the gunfire inside the building. It was not dense, but it was especially rhythmic.

Number Six realized that Qing Chen must have engaged in combat!

Then Li Changqing suddenly picked up an automatic rifle that was scattered on the ground, turned around, and headed into the building.

Number Six was terrified by this sight, “Boss, it’s already safe on the street, don’t go venturing in there yourself. If something happened to you, Master Li and the second elder would definitely send me off to pick corn in the wilderness!”

“No,” said Li Changqing, looking at Number Six’s wounded right leg, “You stay here and wait for treatment. I can go by myself. Now that Qing Chen’s position in the building has been exposed, I can’t just abandon him. Don’t worry, I won’t be hurt.”

With that, Li Changqing had already dashed into the building.

Number Six wanted to follow, but tearing at his injured leg nearly made him fall. He yelled at Wang Bingxu, who was hiding behind an SUV, “Stop hiding, you brat, hurry up and follow him into the building. If anything happens to the boss, when I get back, I’ll skin your mistress!”

As soon as Wang Bingxu heard this, he immediately crawled out from behind the SUV, keeping pace with Li Changqing while muttering, “I’m not afraid of battle, what are you shouting about! Does it make you, Number Six, seem more loyal than anyone else?!”

Li Changqing and Wang Bingxu planned to go straight to the 12th floor to find Qing Chen’s trace.

But when they arrived at the door of the room where the mastermind had been, they were shocked to find the door already open, with a corpse lying outside. This was the first battlefield.

Wang Bingxu quickly glanced and immediately analyzed, “The person inside did not open the door but fired directly, very decisively.”

Without another word, Li Changqing headed towards the emergency exit, and after searching up two floors, they discovered the second battlefield.

A body lay twisted on the floor, with the walls of the corridor all messy with bullet marks.

Wang Bingxu felt it was odd, “This assassin was clearly shot in the head with one shot. How come there are so many shell casings scattered around, and so many bullet holes in the walls? And even stranger, your guy… should have come out of the room and entered the emergency stairwell, but instead of going down to meet you, he went up…”

Li Changqing pursed his lips, thought for a moment, then said coldly, “Keep going up!”

Just then, they clearly heard gunfire from downstairs.

Both of them felt puzzled at the same time. What exactly was Qing Chen’s route? They had come into the building to rescue him, yet they couldn’t even find a trace of him!

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Thanks to the Son of Death – Paratrooper No. 1, Zhang Weiyu is the Handsomest, and crazyAlone for becoming new allies of this book. Big bosses are generous; I hope the big bosses never get cheated in renovations!

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