Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 199 172, Gemini (Requesting Monthly Votes for the 10,000-Word Chapter)_2

Tonight, no matter who tries to disrupt the plan, these assassins won't escape!

The next moment, Liu Dezhu made a move, and seven people in the crowd of refugees followed suit.

They slowly trailed behind, waiting for something unknown.

Trailing behind Liu Dezhu, Spade urgently called out on the communication channel, "Road Team, the seven assassins hiding among the crowd have revealed themselves, they are about to make their move."

"Where are our people?!" Lu Yuan roared.

"Right behind them!" Spade replied, "Liu Dezhu is running too fast; that guy's genetic potion has enhanced his lower limbs' strength!"

"Damn!" Lu Yuan roared again, bursting forth, pushing through the dense crowd and the rainy night, heading straight for the assassins trailing behind Liu Dezhu.

He pulled out the pistol from under his arm, raised his hand and fired, bang bang, two bullets, exceedingly precise from a distance of over fifty meters, hit the assassins in the back of the head, forcing the other assassins to hastily take cover and no longer daring to recklessly pursue Liu Dezhu.

But just as one wave settled, another arose!

Right when the firefighters at the entrance were dialing 114 to search for the car owner's number, the doors of the long row of seven illegally parked vehicles suddenly opened.

Turns out they had been in the cars all along, and had no intention of moving the vehicles, heading straight for Liu Dezhu instead!

The seven assassins, donned in black raincoats, walked unhurriedly, forming an invisible net as each hid their hands beneath their raincoats.

The rain washed over them, their steps in the puddles firmer with each pace.

From hundreds of meters away, Liu Dezhu could feel an almost tangible sense of oppression and intent to kill.

Seeing this scene, he slowly stopped, Liu Youcai stepped in front of him, "Son, are these people here to kill you? Run back, don't worry, your mom won't blame you."

"Dad," Liu Dezhu, drenched from head to toe in the cold rain, looked at his father approaching, his lips trembling as he spoke, "I have something like a cellphone, a communicator in my pocket. Send a message, ask if they can..."

Before he could finish, Liu Youcai had already taken out the communicator, "Son, there's a message on it."

"What does the message say?" Liu Dezhu asked urgently.

"It says, don't be afraid, keep moving forward."

Liu Dezhu suddenly looked around, what did that mean, was the boss nearby, or had the boss's people arrived?

But he saw nothing.

At that moment, Liu Dezhu turned to Liu Youcai, "Dad, do you trust me?"

Liu Youcai frowned, "Son, give your mom to me now, and you run back yourself!"

Liu Dezhu shouted loudly, "Dad, trust me, keep moving forward! I feel like I won't die today! And mom won't get hurt either!"

With that, he moved forward again.

Lu Yuan, seeing this scene, cursed under his breath, then hurriedly said on the communication channel, "Plan B! Initiate Plan B, where the hell is my sniper!? Forget about the Transcendent, blow those guys away... wait, hold your fire!"

Just as the seven raincoat-clad "car owners" were about to encircle Liu Dezhu, behind them in the rainy night, two more assassins in black raincoats suddenly emerged like specters from the shadows behind the "car owners," as if they had been waiting there all along.

But these two assassins weren't targeting Liu Dezhu; instead, they fiercely collided from behind with those uninvited guests!

These two moved both quickly and urgently, with each step in the deep puddles causing the water to push aside.

Before the puddles could close back up, they had already stepped out of them.

In the pouring rain, Qing Chen's black raincoat suddenly flipped up, a playing card shooting out from beneath it, a Spades A like a black blade, piercing through layers of rain.

The astounding playing card split the raindrops in half mid-air, tracing a white line through the rain curtain, precisely entering the heart of an assassin through the gap between his ribs from behind.

The assassin was struck forward by the playing card, toppling over, never to rise again.

Lu Yuan was shocked, he had seen playing cards cut open cans, but had never seen such a vicious one that could penetrate a human body!

The other person, with his hand under the raincoat, continuously pulled the trigger. Nine bullets ripped a huge hole in the black raincoat, then the erratic gunfire killed three more assassins.

Seven assassins, and in an instant, only three remained.

The two figures moved forward with perfect tacit understanding, their movements nearly identical, their actions as swift as thunder, and it was only at this moment that the assassins had a chance to realize there was an ambush behind them!

The mantis stalks the cicada.

The oriole is behind!

The three remaining assassins turned abruptly when they saw their companions fall, their raincoat hoods spinning out a circle of water like umbrellas.

However, by this time, Qing Chen and the controlled Xu Yicheng had already approached them.

It was like turning around in a haunted house, only to see a ghost's face close at hand!

This ambush came so unexpectedly that it left no chance for those uninvited guests to shoot from a distance!

"Fire!" the three assassins gritted their teeth and roared.

In the flash of steel and sparks!

Qing Chen had already dashed to the side of one assassin, positioning himself within the blind spots of the other two shooters.

He saw him hold down the hand of the assassin under the raincoat who was trying to draw his gun. To the assassin's astonishment, the newcomer's strength was immense, so much so that it felt as if his gun-holding hand was about to be crushed.

Transcendents, by definition, are those who surpass the ordinary. Their strength and speed far exceed that of ordinary people.

A playing card suddenly flipped out from under Qing Chen's raincoat with his other hand, those slender fingers gripping the card sweeping past the side of the nearby assassin. The razor-sharp edge of the playing card, like a blade, harshly cut through half of the assassin's neck.