Chapter 404 Lu Yanwang's Blind Sniping: Taking a Head from a Thousand Meters Away

The sound of a bullet tearing through the air was more piercing than a scream.

Before Su Wantang could react, her body was slammed away by a tremendous force.

Lu Jingyan rushed in from outside the door, pinning her down, and the two of them fell heavily to the ground.

The bullet grazed Lu Jingyan's scalp, taking a strand of hair with it, embedding itself in the wall, and blasting a hole the size of a bowl.

Cement fragments mixed with lime powder splattered all over my face.

Su Wantang lay on the ground, her ears ringing, her mind blank.

Lu Jingyan protected her head, his arms tightly encircling her waist, his whole body pressing down on her like a mountain.

"Don't move."

His voice was right next to my ear, carrying a suppressed murderous intent.

The room was a complete mess.

Meng Wan rushed out from next door, screamed, and tried to run this way.

Lu Zhenguo reacted quickly, grabbing her and pinning her against the wall.

"Don't go over there!"

Qin Zheng rushed upstairs on crutches, his leg wound reopening and blood seeping through the gauze.

"Young Miss!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the window shattered.

The fake Lin Chongwen, who was actually an actor, crashed through the glass and jumped out.

Its movements were as fast as a monkey's; it landed, rolled over, and without even stopping, flipped directly over the wall.

Qin Zheng threw away his crutches, limped to the window, and raised his gun to shoot.

"Don't chase after them."

Lu Jingyan stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and turned to walk to the corner of the wall.

There was an 85-type sniper rifle leaning against the wall, its body polished to a gleaming shine.

He picked up the gun, his movements so fast they were almost invisible, and in a few quick motions, he cocked it and placed it on the windowsill.

Su Wantang got up from the ground, her legs still shaking.

“Jingyan, you…”

"Shut up."

Lu Jingyan pressed his eyes against the scope, his entire body entering an eerie state of stillness.

Breathing was extremely slow, with the chest barely rising or falling.

Qin Zheng stood to the side, not daring to breathe.

He had seen Lu Jingyan shoot before, but he had never seen him like this.

Like a cheetah lying in wait, ready to pounce and bite off its prey's neck at any moment.

On the rooftop of the building across the street, a dark figure was lying on the edge of the roof.

That was the sniper codenamed Hunter, the Eagle's Nest's ace assassin.

He held a Dragunov SVD sniper rifle in his hand, the lens reflecting faint glimmers of light in the moonlight.

The hunter's finger rested on the trigger, his eyes fixed on the window of Courtyard No. 1.

He was a little annoyed that he had missed with his first shot.

Logically speaking, at this distance and angle, he could have blown his head off even with his eyes closed.

But that bastard Lu Jingyan reacted too quickly.

The hunter took a deep breath, regulated his breathing, and prepared to fire a follow-up shot.

The window in the scope is empty.

The target has disappeared.

The hunter frowned and moved the camera slightly to the left.

Still no.

A sense of unease flashed through his mind.

Just then, a dark gun muzzle suddenly appeared in the scope.

The hunter's pupils suddenly dilated.

The other person was also looking at him.

The two scopes collided in the air, like two knives clashing in mid-air.

The hunter's finger immediately slipped onto the trigger.

But Lu Jingyan was faster.

He didn't aim carefully at all, and he didn't even measure the wind speed.

Based on intuition.

Based on experience.

It's the instinct honed from killing countless people.

The trigger is pulled.

Flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

The bullet spun as it flew out of the barrel, tearing through the night and traversing a distance of over a thousand meters.

The moment the hunter's finger touched the trigger, a cloud of blood exploded from his chest.

The bullet pierced his heart, exiting through his back and pulling out a large chunk of flesh.

The gun in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell backward off the rooftop.

His body tumbled twice in the air before crashing onto the concrete ground below, his brains splattered everywhere.

Dead beyond dead.

Lu Jingyan lowered the gun and blew away the smoke rising from the muzzle.

"Done."

Qin Zheng gasped.

"Commander, you're... blind firing!"

Lu Jingyan ignored him and turned to walk in front of Su Wantang.

"Are you hurt?"

Su Wantang shook her head.

She stared at Lu Jingyan, her eyes filled with lingering fear.

If Lu Jingyan hadn't rushed over after that shot, she would be the one lying on the ground right now.

“Jingyan…”

"Don't be afraid."

Lu Jingyan raised his hand and touched her face.

My fingers are rough and calloused, but they are warm.

Su Wantang's nose tingled, and tears almost fell.

She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry.

Looking at her struggling to hold back her tears, Lu Jingyan felt as if something had stabbed him in the heart.

He pulled her into his arms and placed his hand on the back of her head.

"I'm here."

These two words were spoken very lightly, but their weight was terrifying.

Lu Zhenguo came out from behind the wall and helped Meng Wan over.

Meng Wan's face was deathly pale, and her hands were still trembling.

"Wantang, are you alright?"

Su Wantang crawled out of Lu Jingyan's arms and wiped her eyes.

"Mom, I'm fine."

Lu Zhenguo glanced at the bullet holes in the wall, then looked out the window.

"Jingyan, that person over there..."

"Dead."

Lu Jingyan spoke calmly, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

Lu Zhenguo nodded and turned to walk downstairs.

“I’ll make a call. The whole city is under lockdown. That fake Lin Chongwen can’t have gone far.”

Qin Zheng followed, leaning on his cane.

"Sir, I'll go arrange the manpower."

Only Lu Jingyan, Su Wantang, and Meng Wan remained in the room.

Meng Wan sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a handkerchief in her hand, wiping away her tears.

"Wantang, that was too dangerous. If it weren't for Jingyan..."

"Mom, don't cry."

Su Wantang walked over and sat down next to her.

"I'm fine, really."

Meng Wan raised her head, her eyes red.

"Wantang, tell me, what exactly does Eagle's Nest want? Why do they want to kill you?"

Su Wantang remained silent for a few seconds.

"Because I know too much."

Lu Jingyan stood by the window and lit a cigarette.

The smoke rose, obscuring his face.

"Wantang, how did you recognize that fake Lin Chongwen?"

Su Wantang leaned against the headboard with her eyes closed.

He said he had bought candied hawthorns for Jingyue, and Jingyue still remembered it.

What's the problem with that?

"Jingyue has been afraid of sour things since she was a child and has never eaten candied hawthorn."

Meng Wan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up.

"Yes! Jingyue is most afraid of sour things; she wouldn't even touch vinegar when she was little!"

Lu Jingyan stubbed out his cigarette and turned around.

"So you're sure he's fake?"

"Not just this."

Su Wantang opened her eyes.

“The real Lin Chongwen has obsessive-compulsive disorder and can’t stand things breaking. I deliberately peeled an apple and he didn’t even blink.”

Lu Jingyan walked up to her and squatted down.

Just as I was about to speak, I heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

Lu Zhenguo rushed in, his face ashen.

"Jingyan, something has happened."

"What's up"

"The real Lin Chongwen was discovered at the hospital."

Lu Zhenguo's voice trembled slightly.

"His face was cut off and thrown into the morgue."

Su Wantang gasped.

Meng Wan covered her mouth, almost vomiting.

Lu Jingyan stood up, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

When did this happen?

Three days ago.

Lu Zhenguo said, "The people in the morgue thought it was an unidentified body and never reported it."

Lu Jingyan clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

......

In the sewer, the actor, clutching his bleeding shoulder, leaned against the wall, panting.

I was cut by broken glass when I jumped.

There was a lot of bleeding, and my clothes were soaked.

He pulled a small satellite phone from his pocket and pressed a few buttons.

The call connected, and a hoarse voice came from the other end.

"explain."

The actor grinned, his mouth covered in blood.

"Plan A has failed. Initiate the final judgment and summon all knights."

The other side remained silent for a few seconds.

"Sure"

"Sure."

"good."

The call ended.

The actor threw the satellite phone into the sewage and slowly slid down the wall.