Chapter 8, Guardian of the Thousand Temples
This person is Zhang Yaozong. At this moment, his feelings are no better than those of the lynx waiting in vain. He initially thought it was quite an honor for the Qiansha Sect to send someone from the headquarters to handle the matter, but he did not expect such a person to be sent. Truly... it would have been better if they hadn't come at all
Today it is the turn of the bobcat to keep watch, while the others are free to move about. The communication devices among the team members are activated
The lynx shook its head, not knowing who it was shaking it for: "Falcon, tell me, is the person you saw particularly strange?"
Yes
Five cunning special forces soldiers, having enjoyed the generous rewards from their assigned tasks a few days ago, spent several days indulging in food, drink, and entertainment in Jinling, while also subtly infiltrating and causing harm, living their lives quite merrily.
The Qianyue Building seems to have become a death zone, where anyone sent by the church to handle affairs suddenly suffers inexplicable injuries. These injuries are neither fatal nor crippling, yet they consistently target the posterior. Each time, there is either a hole or a searing, formless entity that brushes past, followed by excruciating burns.
Like ET?
Mouse: "What is there to indicate about this?"
It is somewhat.
Because they saw that this mentally ill person was actually heading towards the inn without any hesitation, demonstrating lightness and skill in their movements!
The Qiansha Sect's Nanjing branch has recently been feeling somewhat sorrowful
The fact is, on that day, when the bobcat was about to shoot, she suddenly remembered that she had not applied her medication today, and in a moment of distraction, she missed her shot.
The wind in the city is not as strong as in the remote areas during special training, and there are many more obstacles. In ancient times, the buildings in the city were not tall, so the five individuals, following the professional advice of the falcon, chose an inconspicuous inn nearly 800 to 900 meters away, almost against the city wall, to conduct their sniping. After a few attempts, they found it to be quite convenient and easy. Climbing to the rooftop, they would watch for anyone approaching the Qianyue Tower, casually take aim, and fire a shot, which was certainly effective. Even if others immediately deduced the source of the bullet and searched their way over, it generally would not exceed 200 meters. By that time, the bobcat had long since retreated to his room to keep accounts.
One boot stepped onto the back of the coachman, while the other remained suspended for a long time. The bobcat was anxiously waiting when a man emerged from a luxurious tavern next to Qianyuelou, a middle-aged man with a sinister expression and the most repulsive mouse-like mustache. He cautiously approached the coach door and, with obsequiousness, bent over to speak to the owner of the boot inside the carriage.
On the other end of the intercom, there was a long silence. After a while, a somewhat frustrated voice came through: "Lynx, didn't you say to hit the butt?"
The falcon is drinking plain water in that exorbitantly priced restaurant, dressed in military camouflage on the inside and a cheap, loose black robe on the outside. Although the outfit seems somewhat mismatched, his upright posture and handsome face prevent those nearby from feeling any disdain.
The falcon shook its head: "Forget it, this is the bobcat's task, she won't be willing to do it"
Although the guests will not be affected, whenever someone seeks pleasure, they will suddenly find that their feet are surrounded by a strange and powerful force that kicks up a cloud of dust.
The Lynx calmly observed for a moment, then opened the intercom and said: "This is the Lynx, currently executing the PP retaliation mission. A target has now appeared, I require assistance, please provide instructions."
Alas! The wicked old society... Even though China has long since achieved a moderately prosperous society and entered the ranks of developed countries, the lynx is still deeply influenced by the old textbooks at home. Originally, its mind, slightly dazed by gold, has now become clear, and it does not dare to forget its "mission," adopting a posture of sniping.
The bear paw, dressed in a deep blue short shirt, walked like the wind to sit opposite the falcon. He turned and followed the falcon's gaze towards the entrance of Qianyue Tower.
Suddenly, a convoy of carriages approached Qianyue Tower. There were only eight or nine people, but the grandeur of the carriages was striking. The large and luxurious wooden carts, adorned with golden edges, shimmered in the sunlight, causing this recently increasingly avaricious wildcat to feel a surge of excitement.
This person, while undeniably beautiful, bears an inexplicable smile at the corners of his mouth, and his gaze is vacant and hazy. When he looks around, it surprisingly evokes a sense of madness and bloodshed.
The Falcon and the Bear both twitched their lips, stood up, and went downstairs. Suddenly, their expressions tightened, and they simultaneously took off running, changing their route as they sprinted towards the inn where the five were stationed.
Falcon: "Let me take care of it, I have seen it."
The lynx looked at the young and strong coachman, then at the middle-aged man who resembled a bamboo pole, feeling somewhat speechless
For the time being, let us not discuss how the assailants distinguish between the followers and the guests; the sheer terror of their sniping ability is already enough to make the Qiansha Sect feel ashamed
There stands a person, around 12 years old, with almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. Their fair and smooth cheeks are complemented by a luxurious, shimmering purple silk robe with wide sleeves that billows in the wind. The long black hair is casually tied back, creating a striking harmony with the flowing purple robe. An indescribable allure of wicked beauty emanates from them
It is very strange
After reporting the blood theft incident to the headquarters, the deputy leader of the branch, Zhang Yaozong, would hide every day in the tavern next to Qianyue Tower, wiping his behind and wishing to shed tears
Very beautiful
"This damn cult has come looking for help? Truly a cult," Xiong Zhang sneered, draining the plain water from the falcon cup, and asked, "Are you going to fight or not?"
However, it is very much like a mental illness
Although his martial arts skills were formidable, he was not able to dodge bullets. Fortunately, for some unknown reason, the assailant's attack was slightly off-target, merely grazing him and leaving a burn mark resembling a comet's tail.
A few days have passed, the winds have calmed, and the ancient Bermuda of Qianyue Tower remains silent. The bobcat, feeling utterly bored, listens to music while gazing through the telescope
The carriage team stopped in front of the Qianyue Building. The coachman dismounted and knelt before the carriage door. The carriage door opened, and a black boot adorned with golden threads stepped onto the coachman's back
The other shoe has finally dropped, and then, a person walked out
What is most intolerable is that, to this day, even several snipers remain unaware.
Wow, what are you guys talking about! Buddy, let's go take a look! The two didn't have a private conversation; their dialogue was overheard by the others. The mouse couldn't hold back any longer and pulled the passerby towards the inn. The bear paw, lingering at the dagger stall, thought for a moment and headed in the direction of the falcon.
However, the members of the special forces unanimously agreed that this person is mentally ill
Indeed. As soon as the words were spoken, a gasp arose in front of Qianyue Tower, but it was not the prominent figure who was injured; rather, it was the middle-aged man who had been shot in the buttocks, resulting in a severe penetrating wound
Zhang Yaozong's speculation is somewhat narcissistic; he analyzes that it is because of his relatively high status in the sub-sect. If he were truly seriously injured, the situation would become severe, and the consequences would be beyond what the assailant could bear
The boots were suddenly retracted, and it was unclear what the owner of the boots had said. The coachman stood silently to the side. The bobcat thought that the wicked old society had suddenly turned over a new leaf. However, the middle-aged man knelt down with a look of helplessness, ... the boots once again stepped on the back of the middle-aged man ...