552: Chapter 541: Assassin of the Yun Ci Guild 552: Chapter 541: Assassin of the Yun Ci Guild The previously calm night had become tense due to the presence of a sniper.
Ning Fan moved Xu Ruolan to a blind spot by the bed, telling her to stay down and not to move, making it impossible for the sniper to aim at her.
“Stay here and don’t move!”
Ning Fan dashed out from under the bed as bullets pierced through the carpet, tearing up its fibers.
Reaching the windowsill, Ning Fan leaped down.
Their room was on the tenth floor of the hotel, and at such a height, Ning Fan didn’t dare to jump all the way to the bottom.
After treating every balcony below as a potential foothold, Ning Fan’s agile figure darted up and down the high-rise building.
On a distant building, the sniper continued to fire, and after losing Xu Ruolan as a target, he turned the muzzle of his sniper rifle towards Ning Fan.
Click-clack, click-clack!
Windows shattered one after the other, screams erupted from within those rooms, and Ning Fan’s silhouette continued to fall.
“Is that you, Apollo?” Ning Fan pulled out his satellite phone and connected with Apollo, who had already arrived in Europe.
“I’m on my way to the sniper’s location, I need you to give me direction, I’ll find him!”
Apollo’s icy voice came through the satellite phone; she was already aware of what had happened at Ning Fan and Xu Ruolan’s hotel, and she was heading to a high point to set up her sniper rifle.
Ning Fan glanced at the opposite building, confirmed its position above, and immediately replied, “Five o’clock direction, rooftop!”
“Roger that!”
Just as Apollo’s voice fell, the satellite phone was hung up, and at that moment, Ning Fan had jumped down to the ground, looking for cover.
The sniper on the opposite building was clearly not ready to give up and was still aiming at Ning Fan, continuously firing at the wall in front of him.
Bang, bang, bang!
The wall echoed with a series of muffled sounds, and debris flew everywhere.
About two hundred meters to the left of the hotel where Ning Fan was, a shadowy figure climbed to the top of a building, standing at the edge of the rooftop with a long sniper rifle raised.
The elongated barrel reflected the neon lights, casting intermittent flashes of cold light.
Apollo’s long hair whipped around in the wild wind as she took aim with the sniper rifle at the sniper on the building five hundred meters away.
At that moment, the sniper on that building also seemed to sense Apollo and suddenly swung his muzzle around, accurately aiming at the center of Apollo’s forehead.
Bang!
Bang!
Almost simultaneously, they pulled the trigger and two high-speed bullets whizzed past each other.
With a dull thud, the sniper targeting Ning Fan and Xu Ruolan had his head explode like a watermelon with a bloody hole in it.
Apollo stood on the rooftop, facing the biting wind, her eyes coldly fixed ahead, as a strand of hair slowly drifted down beside her, then was swept off the building, dancing in the air.
Pulling out her satellite phone, Apollo called Ning Fan and then reported, “The target has been eliminated.”
After informing Ning Fan, Apollo wiped the sweat from her forehead.
That person’s reaction had been extremely fast, a first-class sniper.
Almost the instant he sensed danger, he shifted his muzzle and aimed at Apollo.
If it hadn’t been for the severe time pressure, and if that man had had more time to adjust, Ah Yu would probably have ended up dying with that man.
But in the end, Ah Yu won.
She successfully killed the sniper.
At the same time, apart from Ah Yu, Wind, Thunder, and Lightning were also moving in the shadows.
Ten minutes later, Ah Yu, Wind, Thunder, Lightning, and Ning Fan regrouped.
When Ah Thunder returned, he was carrying two half-dead prisoners on his shoulders.
“Caught two alive,” Ah Thunder said as he threw the two prisoners onto the ground.
Ning Fan looked at them coldly.
He was about to order Ah Thunder to interrogate the two prisoners and ask where they came from when one of them bit his own tongue and committed suicide.
“Not good, this man has killed himself!”
Ah Feng was quick to react.
Although he tried to prevent the man’s suicide, he was ultimately a step too late.
One man succeeded in killing himself by biting his tongue, while the other buried his face in the ground, seemingly preparing to do the same.
At that moment, a Silver Needle swiftly pierced the body of the last surviving prisoner.
After being struck by the Silver Needle, the man froze, his teeth stopping just as they were about to sever his tongue.
“Break all of his teeth and check if he has any poison in his mouth.
I want to see how long he can hold out,”
Ning Fan instructed Ah Feng.
He was determined to find out who these people were sent by.
Meanwhile, Ning Fan hoped they weren’t sent by the Fang Guild.
If they were from the Fang Guild, it would mean they had been exposed, and Apollo might come after them at any moment.
After tying the remaining prisoner to a chair, Ah Yu began to interrogate him.
But the interrogation wasn’t going well; the man was clearly a trained killer, and standard interrogation techniques were ineffective on him.
“Humph, if you dare, just kill me.
I won’t say a word!”
The killer looked at Ning Fan and the others with a face full of scorn, his stubborn and annoying demeanor nearly drove Ah Thunder to beat him to death on the spot.
Ah Yu glanced at Ning Fan, her cool face showing a hint of distress.
“Since you’re so stubborn, then let’s take our time playing!” Ning Fan said coldly, holding a Silver Needle about ten centimeters long in his hand without anyone noticing.
Just as Ning Fan was about to use poison to make the man talk, Ah Yu said, “Mr.
Ning, there’s no need for you to handle such trivial matters personally.”
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan turned his head to look at Ah Yu.
Seeing that she might have a way to make the killer talk, he temporarily held back his impulse to act and stepped aside, handing over the stage to Ah Yu.
Perhaps inspired by the Silver Needle in Ning Fan’s hand, Ah Yu found a thick needle from somewhere.
She approached the killer and started pricking open the veins in his body with needle after needle.
“This is Cardiac Needle and Stimulant.
You won’t faint from excessive blood loss.
If you don’t speak, you’ll just watch yourself die,”
Ah Yu injected the two different agents into the man’s body, ensuring he wouldn’t pass out from excessive blood loss but would instead have to watch himself slowly die.
Initially, the killer wasn’t afraid, but as the feeling of weakness grew stronger and he couldn’t close his eyes, the desperation and pain spread throughout his body, he eventually spoke up.
“Give me a quick death!”
“Then spit it out fast!”
“Yun Ci Guild…
I’m a killer from Yun Ci Guild!”