To cover his actions, Nie Yan pretended to go into the classroom to fetch something, then followed a tree-lined path out of the school gate. He got onto the Solon and sped toward the suburbs.
The Solon roared down the road. Nie Yan reached into a bag inside the car and placed a headset-like intercom into his ear.
“Nie Yan, at least five cars are tailing you, and a satellite has locked onto your position. Be careful! I placed a weapon under the seat on your right,” Bayonet said through the intercom.
Nie Yan glanced under the passenger seat and indeed saw a black package. He bent down and picked it up. While keeping an eye on the road, he unzipped the bag and pulled out a gun—a J-382 submachine gun with a sniper function. It had a range of 1,200 meters, fired three bullets per second, and each bullet, as thin as a needle, would explode once inside the body. It came with six magazines, carrying a total of 3,000 rounds. This weapon was terrifying on the battlefield; without heavy armor, a person hit by it would be riddled with bullets in seconds.
Impressed, Nie Yan raised his eyebrows. Bayonet had even managed to get hold of such a weapon. Besides the submachine gun, there was also a dagger in a black leather sheath—a military-grade dagger.
Seeing the dagger, Nie Yan felt a sudden sense of familiarity and deep connection. In the game, he had also wielded a dagger. The virtual world of Faith was highly realistic, almost indistinguishable from reality, so Nie Yan was extremely skilled with daggers. Although he couldn’t stealth like in the game, many assassination techniques were still applicable. A sinister smile flickered across Nie Yan’s lips. Although this was reality, the enemies were life-or-death foes—either he or they would perish. He wouldn’t hold back.
As the Solon gradually approached the outskirts, Nie Yan was driving attentively when suddenly three cars came straight toward him.
The collision seemed imminent. Even with the Solon’s superior protection, a head-on crash would likely result in serious damage. Nie Yan sharply turned the steering wheel. With a loud crash, the powerful Solon broke through the guardrail and plunged into the woods beside the road. The woods weren’t very dense, and after speeding through them for several minutes, Nie Yan noticed the forest ahead thickened, making it impossible to drive further. He tucked the dagger into his waistband, opened the car door, grabbed the gun, jumped out, and sprinted into the jungle.
Nie Yan glanced back and saw several cars had stopped. At least fifty to sixty people had gotten out and were chasing after him.
These fifty to sixty individuals were all assassins recruited by Cao Xu. Normally, they worked alone and didn’t know each other. At times like this, no one could command them effectively, and many preferred to work solo. They thought hunting down one person with such a large group was excessive, but for the reward of fifty billion, they were willing to cooperate.
Seeing Nie Yan flee, they opened fire with assault rifles. Bullets struck the sturdy steel body of the Solon and ricocheted in all directions.
After the barrage, the group advanced, circling around the Solon, only to find Nie Yan had vanished.
“What’s the situation?” Nie Yan asked through the intercom while running behind tree cover.
“They’ve sent over 300 people. About 50 are chasing you now, half of them being world-renowned assassins. Our people are here too. It’s going to be a fierce battle. Be careful. I’ve hacked into the satellite and intercepted their encrypted calls, tracking Cao Xu’s location. I’ve already dispatched Shadow Killer. We’ll handle things here,” Bayonet replied, his tone serious. This time, the enemies were no ordinary foes.
“So quickly tracked down Cao Xu? Eliminating him will completely eliminate the threat. As for these people, they’re just here to die,” Nie Yan said, his eyes flashing with coldness. With over five or six hundred people from Mo Yuntian’s side and his own, most of whom were special forces, if they couldn’t wipe these people out, they might as well give up.
After realizing Nie Yan had disappeared, the group of assassins immediately began searching. During the search, they gradually dispersed, and more and more entered the jungle, creating chaos. Originally, the assassins had satellite support, accurately locating Nie Yan’s position. However, after a brief period of tracking, the satellite signal suddenly malfunctioned and became unusable. They cursed silently, thinking the equipment provided by Cao Xu was useless, leaving them to rely on themselves.
Suddenly, there were two dull thuds. Two assassins searching the jungle were hit, blood splattered, and they collapsed.
“We’re ambushed! Take cover!” someone shouted.
“Damn, it’s the special forces!”
The group of assassins panicked. Many of them were as skilled as special forces, but the opposition was professional military. If they encountered a large force, they would be in serious trouble.
A fierce gunfight erupted as the assassins, unwilling to die without a fight, began to retaliate.
Nie Yan was hidden in the jungle. He had just received news through the headset that Bayonet had hacked into the satellite, disrupting Cao Xu’s side. The assassins had lost satellite support, while their side could now locate their own people and the enemy, giving them a significant advantage.
Nie Yan’s body was completely hidden in the grass, like a still cheetah scanning the jungle. Not far away, a black-clad assassin approached. Nie Yan took out the submachine gun, activated the scope, and fired a short burst.
A bullet pierced the assassin’s throat, exploding with a pop, splattering blood everywhere.
One shot, one kill!
Satisfied with his marksmanship, Nie Yan moved forward a few steps and spotted two camouflaged special forces soldiers sent by Mo Yuntian. They quickly noticed him. Nie Yan signaled, and they nodded, moving to track other assassins.
With satellite positioning, friendly fire could be effectively avoided as they could accurately identify their own forces.
Although Cao Xu had secretly acquired a private satellite, it was merely a civilian one, no match for Bayonet, an expert in military satellite technology.
“This way!”
“Take down those two!”
Three assassins approached, likely having spotted the two special forces soldiers. Nie Yan followed one from the dense grass.
Suddenly, the assassin heard something and glanced behind—nothing was there.
At that moment, Nie Yan emerged from the grass beside him, his military dagger flashing coldly.
With a dull thud, the dagger pierced the assassin’s throat.
The assassin opened his mouth but couldn’t scream.
The two front assassins suddenly noticed something and turned around, only to find a corpse on the ground, blood still flowing, spreading a metallic scent through the jungle. Their eyes showed a flicker of fear—how fast was that movement? Someone had assassinated one of them from behind without being noticed!
One assassin pulled out an assault rifle and sprayed bullets into the jungle, the dense fire continuously shooting out.
At that moment, he suddenly heard a scream, looked sideways, and saw his companion collapsing, a wound on his neck, blood gushing out, eyes wide open. The sight chilled him. Looking at the tree trunk nearby, a dagger was still vibrating.
The person in hiding had thrown a dagger to kill his comrade before he could react. With a thud, blood spurted from the center of his forehead, and he lost all consciousness.
Nie Yan walked out from behind a tree, pulled the dagger from the trunk, and sometimes, a dagger was more useful than a gun.
After eliminating the three assassins, Nie Yan sprinted to find new targets. He glanced at the satellite map on his phone, where enemy markers were rapidly disappearing. It wouldn’t be long before they were all eliminated.
Bayonet’s performance was impressive, taking down over a dozen enemies, all of them tough opponents and renowned experts.
Most of the assassins sent by Cao Xu were either dead or injured, and their side had also suffered significant losses—over 50 dead and more than 30 severely wounded. Nie Yan couldn’t help feeling guilty for dragging so many people into this conflict, costing them their lives. Afterward, he would properly handle their funerals and support their families.
Since his rebirth, especially witnessing so many lives lost before his eyes, Nie Yan wasn’t sure whether his actions were right or wrong. But sometimes, people are compelled to do things beyond their control.
Soon, all the assassins were eliminated. Bayonet carefully scanned the area with military satellites to confirm no one was left and finally exhaled in relief, saying through the intercom, “They’ve all been taken care of.”
Nie Yan remained silent. With all the assassins eliminated, he wondered how Cao Xu’s side was faring.
Everything had gone so smoothly that Nie Yan felt uneasy, but the feeling quickly dissipated. Cao Xu had deployed so much force, including many elite assassins, yet they were still defeated. Cao Xu’s private satellite had been hacked. In such circumstances, what else could he do? If he had any other plans, Bayonet would likely have already discovered them.
Now they just needed to wait for news from Shadow Killer. If Shadow Killer could eliminate Cao Xu, everything would be settled. Based on Cao Xu’s first communication, Bayonet had already locked onto his location. There was no way Cao Xu could escape!
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