671: Chapter 660: The Viper 671: Chapter 660: The Viper Nightfall descended, and both the manor and the encircling forces outside seemed to tacitly cease fire, the entire night falling eerily silent.
“Damn it, our support has encountered varying degrees of obstruction!”
A Dian came up to the surface and informed the other three of the latest news.
Chen Fengnan had significant influence in Europe, yet the support was still not forthcoming, which should have arrived by this afternoon by the latest.
However, the news they had received indicated that support from all directions were being obstructed, leaving them isolated and alone—this described their current situation perfectly.
“They really came prepared; we have been outmaneuvered this time.”
A Feng leaned against the wall and couldn’t help but sigh.
Next to him, A Lei clenched his fists, seeming not to care whether they had support or not, even boasting boldly, “So what if there is no support?
Once dawn breaks, I will lead the charge and carve out a bloody path!”
But compared to A Lei’s optimism, the others, like A Yu, looked grave.
It was clear the enemy was not simple; this was obviously a premeditated targeted operation and what moves the enemy might still have in store for them was completely unknown.
“Tomorrow morning, let’s contact Ning Fan.”
A Yu suddenly spoke up.
This was something Chen Fengnan had decided, but A Yu simply hadn’t found the chance to mention it until now.
Seizing the opportunity, A Yu brought it up, something that needed to be discussed sooner or later anyway.
Just as A Yu anticipated, the situation was far from simple.
The enemy’s preparation was thorough, and up until now, they still hadn’t figured out who exactly these opponents represented.
A Feng and the others didn’t voice any objections, nodding in agreement, seemingly on board with this plan.
“Everybody stay alert tonight, keep vigilant.
A Dian and I will take the first half of the night, you and A Yu take the second half.”
The night was peaceful, a peace so unsettling it felt like the calm before a storm.
A Feng looked out into the pitch black night with a tinge of worry.
After organizing the night shifts, A Yu and A Lei went to rest, saving their energy for the later half of the night.
After a day of fighting, the manor had accumulated many wounded and even more bodies.
People were accustomed to death, having grown familiar with it, but the sacrifice of their comrades still cast a shadow of mournfulness over the manor.
Spent bullet casings were scattered everywhere, and from the outside, this steel fortress was riddled with holes, yet it remained sturdy; barring any mishaps, they could hold out here for about a week if they desired.
“I almost thought this was the Middle East.”
“Compared to Chechnya, it still falls short, that place was the real hell on earth.”
Two heavily armed bodyguards leaned against the wall chatting.
Their expressions were utterly indifferent, not far from where they stood, neatly arranged were the corpses of a dozen colleagues.
The air was still heavy with the smell of gunpowder, stimulating every nerve.
Both were veterans of many battles, though not as seasoned as Feng, Lei, and the others, yet having been born in war-torn countries, they were well accustomed to death, and would not be surprised even if the Grim Reaper beckoned them one day.
“Buckle up, I still want to live another day.”
The long-haired bodyguard lit a cigarette, if he hadn’t grown tired of battlefields, he wouldn’t have come here.
Although he longed to live another day, like the person next to him, he was not afraid of death.
Perhaps that’s the only advantage of having no attachments.
Both of them harbored similar thoughts, ready to lay down their lives at any moment.
Chen Fengnan’s bodyguards came from different nations, all seasoned veterans of numerous battles, honed to perfection.
Whenever he wished, this group could instantly become an army.
The night returned to calm.
If it weren’t for the battle they had endured during the day, they might have enjoyed the refreshing night breeze.
However, the scent of blood and gunpowder carried by the wind served as a reminder that any relaxation could cost them their lives at any moment.
Achieving tranquility came with a hefty price.
Several figures approached the steel perimeter wall of the mansion under the cover of darkness.
One by one, these agile figures silently climbed over it and dropped into the corners of the mansion.
The bodyguards on the wall were no ordinary men, but they were greatly outclassed by this group of assassins.
They failed to notice that someone had already bypassed their defenses and entered the mansion, now searching for Chen Fengnan.
Cloaked in black, wearing skull masks, they moved like ghosts—silent, hidden in the darkness.
They were the most dangerous of serpents, concealing themselves within the shadows as they infiltrated the mansion.
Bang!
Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the night’s silence—a bodyguard clutched his bleeding neck, eyes wide, as he fell dead in the courtyard.
Numerous shadows dispersed, each looking angrily at the person who had just fired.
“Damn it, what have you done?!”
They weren’t supposed to be discovered.
Although the mansion’s bodyguards were elite, they were no match for them.
If possible, the deputy on this mission would have preferred to silently locate Chen Fengnan and take his head without causing any additional trouble.
Unfortunately, the person in charge of this operation didn’t share that view.
The assassin remembered that this person seemed to be an underling of Gege Ros, as temperamental as his boss.
“This one was too stubborn.
I just wanted to find Chen Fengnan sooner,” he said.
The shooter, looking at the dead bodyguard, displayed a mix of disdain and anger in his eyes.
He had intended to capture someone to interrogate about Chen Fengnan’s whereabouts, but unexpectedly, this man had fiercely resisted, even managing to find a chance to fire a shot.
They were exposed now.
Countless footsteps sounded across the mansion.
As midnight approached, Afeng and Adian heard the gunshot and immediately turned, running towards the source.
In their rooms, resting lightly, Ayu and Alei were jolted awake by the gunshot.
“Enemy attack!”
As gunshots broke out in the mansion, assassins emerged from the shadows one by one, each gripping a butcher’s knife, ghostly figures appearing behind the bodyguards.
The festival of harvesting commenced in an instant—a cluster of vibrant blood blossoms burst forth in the night, while gunshots echoed like raindrops, yet they all hit the buildings.
“Change of plan, full assault!”
As the leader of this night raid, and the assassin who had exposed their position, he smirked coldly, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
One after another, corpses fell, those with severed throats too agonized even to scream.
The serpents bared their fangs, summoning death!