As soon as the voice fell, Shen Kong felt dizzy.

The feeling this time was completely different from the previous transmissions, as if every cell in the body was squeezed and shrunk, and the bones, muscles, and blood were crushed and deformed by gravity and then stretched again. The intense pain that exceeded the limit of human endurance made it almost unbearable for him. Every second seemed to be stretched to a torturous eternity, and yet it seemed to be over in just a moment.

Chen Kong found that his feet touched the solid ground, and then his knees went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he reached out and held on to the wall beside him in time, and managed to support his body.

After several minutes, the pain that seeped from deep within his bones and muscles finally dissipated slowly. Chen Kong took a deep breath and then looked down at himself.

His dirty jeans were tucked into mud-spattered short boots, and his baggy short-sleeved shirt was stained with mud and dried blood. Because of the passage of time, it was impossible to tell the difference between the two. A short and sharp dagger was stuck in his boots, and the gun at his waist had an empty magazine. He looked extremely disheveled and shabby.

It was indeed his own body.

It was like I had finally worn the right shell. The feeling of comfort from body to mind was almost indescribable.

Chen Kong straightened his back, and his muscles and bones that had been restrained for a long time made a creaking sound, as if he was a rusty weapon that had not been used for a long time. His slender limbs were extremely explosive, as if every inch of his skin contained amazing strength.

finally……

He narrowed his eyes slightly in satisfaction.

At this moment, the familiar voice of the system came to my ears, but the strange thing was that unlike usual, its mechanical sound without any ups and downs seemed a little vague at this moment, as if it came from a very far away place. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the crackling sound of electric current.

"Corrector 0823...zizizi...are you okay?"

Shen Kong raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "It's okay. What's the matter? Can't you detect it?"

"Zizi... An abnormal fluctuation occurred in the small world just now. The studio's control over the small world has been reduced, and real-time monitoring has been affected... Zizizi..."

So, the connection between the studio and the world of the book has been weakened.

Chen Kong frowned, and the image of the huge screen with lines of different colors that suddenly began to tremble appeared in his mind, as well as the piercing alarm that resounded throughout the space. A sense of foreboding suddenly flashed through his mind, especially when he thought of the blue line that went straight down, symbolizing the character's three views and orientations, which meant that the target person's mental state was sliding towards an extremely pathological direction.

...Could this matter be related to Han Li?

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. At this moment, the system's voice sounded again. I don't know what method it used, but its voice is much more stable than before, and the strange electric sound has almost disappeared: "The correction officer has been sent to the surrounding area of ​​the relevant fluctuation point."

Chen Kong looked around and found that he seemed to be standing in a lush garden. The carefully trimmed trees and shrubs were lush and green, and the alternating arrangement was very ingenious, neither too dense nor too sparse. The cobblestone path in between meandered towards the depths of the garden. The sky was between dusk and night. The dim light blurred the branches swaying in the breeze and the edges of the tall buildings in the distance. The boundary between day and night became unclear. The dark blue color above his head gradually deepened and settled with the passage of time, transitioning to the color of midnight. Through the gaps between the overlapping branches and leaves, he could see bright lights not far away.

There were faint sounds of conversation, laughter, and intermittent music coming from that direction.

It looked like a dinner party was being held.

Shen Kong took a few steps in that direction, but suddenly stopped.

Behind my ears I could hear the faint sound of the night wind blowing through the trees.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his lead-gray pupils immersed in the night tightened, like a sharp and alert predator lurking in the middle of the night. He slightly arched his back and hid stealthily in the shadowed bushes around him, almost blending into the darkness.

Half a minute later.

A figure appeared where he had just stood, and the well-trained marching posture made almost no sound, just like a shadow slowly sliding along the edge of the road. At this moment, another black shadow suddenly attacked from the bushes on the side, dragged the man into the bushes in the blink of an eye, strangled his throat swiftly and accurately, and then pressed and squeezed him cruelly, causing him to faint almost instantly.

Shen Kong slowly loosened his arms and quickly and silently put the man to the ground.

He quickly checked the man's equipment and frowned.

This is an extremely efficient configuration: the barrel is painted black with a special paint to prevent glare, the handle is specially treated to prevent fingerprints, and even the model of the gun is ground off to prevent tracing the source. Coupled with the skilled tactical movements and the subconscious struggle when attacked just now, the conclusion is obvious: this is a very professional mercenary organization, and it will definitely not be a one-man show.

Shen Kong took off the earphones hidden by the man and put them in his ears. The instructions from the other side came clearly through the sizzling sound of electricity:

"Sniper in position, confirm the target on the second floor."

He stood up and looked towards the only lit window on the second floor. Although the distance made it impossible for him to see the situation inside the window clearly, he was still able to find the most suitable angle and position for sniping through the direction of the window for reverse positioning - there were at least two snipers.

Generally speaking, this kind of assassination mission rarely allows snipers to aim directly at the target to kill, because if the mission site is indoors, too many obstructions often make it difficult for snipers to locate the target, which is more difficult. In addition, with the popularity of bulletproof glass, if the first shot fails, it will cause the target of the mission to become more vigilant, and it will be impossible to approach the target again. Therefore, snipers are often prepared as second-hand weapons. If the commandos encounter an accident or the target person is accidentally exposed within the shooting range, the sniper will come in handy.

This means... there is a mercenary group of at least three to five people operating within a radius of one hundred meters.

Shen Kong hid the man he had knocked out in the bushes, took his weapon and communicator, then crouched and quickly ran to the outside of the building. With his experience, he found the door to the fire escape. The door was not locked, and the surveillance camera installed on it had been cut off. Apparently, someone had entered before him.

The fire escape was very dark. The sign for the emergency escape was flashing green. Not far away, the sounds of people laughing and socializing over cups and glasses and soft music came through the wall. It seemed as if this side of the wall was separated from the bustling world by a thin membrane.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

The membrane is broken.

Noisy laughter and voices poured in instantly. Shen Kong flashed and hid in the blind spot of the stairwell, watching the two people walk past him without noticing. Sporadic conversations reached his ears, giving him a simple outline of the situation he was in in his mind.

It seemed to be a private business gathering, with many important family members present.

During their conversation, Shen Kong heard Han Li's name.

Although it was only mentioned briefly once or twice, Shen Kong could hear very obvious awe and fear in their tone.

After the two men left, he quickly climbed up the stairs.

Deliberately suppressed footsteps could be heard in the corridor on the second floor. Chen Kong knocked out a lookout at the stairs, but the other two not far ahead were already ready to enter, with guns raised, they could break open the tightly closed door in the next second. Chen Kong's face was as gloomy as water. He used the man's limp body as a cover, slowly raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed.

"Bang!"

The door was knocked open.

Almost at the same time, two muffled "duh" sounds were heard in the silent corridor, but under the influence of □□, they hardly caused any ripples.

The two men fell to the ground one after another.

Shen Kong put down his gun and stood up.

The gun barrel in his hand was still slightly hot, like a cluster of dim flames, burning along his fingers, along his arms, and into his heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaled, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, like a ghost thirsty for blood.

——I haven’t exercised my skills for a long time, so I’m a little rusty.

Shen Kong thought carelessly.

At this moment, the command sounded again in the headset: "Group A, fall down, Group B, move up, snipers, be alert and ready."

There is actually a second batch.

Shen Kong's nerves tensed up again. He threw the unconscious body of the man at his feet into the stairwell, then stuck his weapon into the door, hoping to slow down the opponent's pace a little. Through the door of the fire escape, he could hear the well-trained footsteps sounding again in the stairwell, and there was a subtle sound coming from behind, as if someone was trying to break in from another direction.

Now that we are attacked from all sides, we can only control the target person first and then make a decision.

Chen Kong ran towards the door that had just been opened without hesitation.

Just as he ran to the door, the sound of the fire room being knocked open was heard. Chen Kong nimbly rolled on the ground to avoid the incoming bullets, then fastened and locked the door in one smooth movement.

From the other end of the room came the sound of a chair being pulled away, followed by the sound of unhurried footsteps and the sharp sound of a cane tapping the ground.

Shen Kong looked back suddenly.

Han Li stood not far behind him, staring at him dimly with a pair of pitch-black eyes. The lines on his face were much more mature than when they met last time. His restrained and suppressed emotions were impossible to guess, as if the edge of a sword was retracted into a dull and heavy scabbard. The viciousness and sharpness of his youth were replaced by an elusive abyss, but it was equally dangerous and deep.

——Yes, except for him, who else could remain so calm after his door was kicked open and the two people who broke the door were suddenly shot dead.

A clear command came to my ears: "Sniper sight is clear, prepare--"

Chen Kong's eyes flashed, and he turned around and threw Han Li to the ground. There was a dull sound from the glass not far away, but it did not break.

Bulletproof, ok.

Shen Kong looked down at Han Li who was pinned down by him, and raised his eyebrows: "How many enemies have you made? Who wants your life so much?"

Han Li slowly raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand and grasped Chen Kong's arm, tightening it a little bit, but his voice was still calm, as if he was narrating some insignificant fact:

"Myself."

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