Chapter 10
Lin Xian took off his cashmere coat, folded it carefully, and put it back in the car. He whispered in his ear, "Can you fight, Captain Lu?"
This sudden change caught Lu Chengtian off guard, but Lin Xian didn't seem surprised at all.
He took off his glasses calmly and rolled up the cuffs of his sweater to his elbows slowly. His movements were elegant, as if he was just about to wash some rice or vegetables - but his usually warm eyes turned cold.
Lu Detachment had been a police officer for several years, but this was the first time he was unarmed and surrounded by a group of armed thugs. Seeing that he was in uniform, these people showed no hesitation and continued to approach them like a pack of hungry wolves.
He turned his head to look at Lin Xian, only to see that his face was still sickly pale, and the black turtleneck sweater made him look even thinner. Only the feline-like expression on his face while hunting showed that he was extremely nervous at the moment.
Lu Chengtian calculated the possibility of the two of them escaping. He whispered in Lin Xian's ear, almost inaudibly, "I'll hold it for now. You quickly contact Chen Fei and have the team send someone to support you."
Without his glasses, Lin Xian's eyes were narrow and sharp. He only heard him say "too late" when the surrounding gangsters rushed over with cold weapons.
Originally, he was just planning to follow the clues of Galanxiang from the jumping case, and asked Editor-in-Chief Lin for some special help. Lu Chengtian did not apply for a gun when he went out.
A muscular man wearing a thumb-thick gold chain, holding an iron rod, lunged at Lu Chengtian first. He ducked, ducking as the iron rod whistled past his head. He grabbed the rod as it swung toward him again, his knuckles numb from the immense force, the cold metal rubbing against his palms, a searing pain. He bent his knees, driving the man into the abdomen and slamming him against the broken wall. The brick-concrete foundations sent a cloud of dust flying. The back of the man's head clashed against the exposed rebar, causing him to groan in pain.
After a few rounds of fighting, Lu Chengtian quickly realized that these were well-trained fighters. Their moves were very skillful and they all looked like they were ready to fight to the death.
When he was in public university, he was always the best in the school in fighting. Even so, it was a bit difficult for him to fight against these people at the same time without any weapons.
He looked at Lin Xian who was standing beside him, and saw that he was holding the yellow-haired man's wrist holding the dagger with an expressionless face. With a "click", he twisted it. The yellow-haired man let out a scream, and then was kicked to the ground in the chest by him.
Lin Xian's frail appearance gave him the illusion that he was a fragile piece of porcelain that could fall apart at any moment. This scene reminded him of the rainstorm night under the Chengtian Temple Pagoda nine years ago.
Just as he was being brutally assaulted by a group of ferocious debt collectors, Lin Xian appeared in the rapidly falling rain, deftly knocking the men to the ground like a divine force sent from heaven. He strode forward, scooped up the nearly unconscious Lin Xian, and dashed through the torrential rain toward the hospital. Their clothes were soaked, but the warmth and strength of that embrace, the crisp scent of sandalwood lingering on his nose, etched itself deeply into his memory.
Just when he was distracted, a burly and fat bald man stabbed him in the neck with a dagger.
Lu Chengtian was unable to dodge, and the blade flashing with cold light was less than three inches away from his neck. Lin Xian suddenly turned around and cut in between the two of them, holding a black long knife that came from nowhere in his hand. The blade drew an afterimage from top to bottom, and half of his thick arm fell to the ground with the dagger in the broken bricks, and blood splattered from the broken end.
The bald fat man let out a scream, scaring away the crows on the dead branches.
Lu Chengtian reached out to wipe away the blood splattered on his eyelashes and looked at Lin Xian.
His pale face was splattered with scarlet blood. He was stepping on broken bricks and tiles in the howling cold wind. He was holding a long knife in his hand. He was wearing black clothes and black hair, and his eyes were cold, like a god of death.
Behind him, two thugs had fallen to the ground, twisting in severe pain from their wounds and screaming from time to time.
Before Lu Chengtian recovered from the strange feeling brought by this unfamiliarity, he caught a glimpse of a flash of red light on Lin Xian's face - there was a sniper behind him!
Hiding in the shadows was the man in black who had led them there on a motorcycle. Taking advantage of the chaos, he hid behind a half-collapsed brick wall, pulled the safety on his sniper rifle, and fixed Lin Xian with a cold gaze.
Through the high-powered scope of the □□M95, every tiny hair on Lin Xian's face seemed to have been sharpened, and every detail was clearly visible.
The sniper held the gun steadily. The 2,000-meter range and the huge destructive power that could penetrate the heart through the wall made him feel in control.
"Goodbye," he said in Chinese with a strange accent. At the moment the bullet flew out, he even whistled lightly.
The moment Lu Chengtian lunged at Lin Xian, he heard the shriek of bullets tearing through the air. Lin Xian collided with his chest, and as they both fell into a pile of broken glass, he instinctively cushioned the back of her head with his palm. The sharp pain from the shards of glass pierced the back of his hand, causing him to frown.
As he rolled over, Lin Xian's hair brushed across his nose, and a wisp of sandalwood suddenly emerged from the smell of blood, as if the body temperature steaming from the collar of his sweater warmed the cold fragrance.
Amid the loud noise of bullets collapsing the brick wall, Lu Chengtian could clearly feel the heart pressing against his chest beating at a terrifyingly steady frequency, as if it wasn't him who had just chopped off someone's hand, nor was it him who had nearly been shot in the head.
Lu Chengtian suddenly felt short of breath, and his knuckles turned white from holding Lin Xian. Lin Xian could no longer bear it: "Lu Chengtian, if you keep pressing me like this, even if I'm not shot to death, I'll be crushed to death by you."
Lu Chengtian was startled and let go of Lin Xian. The faint scent of sandalwood at the tip of his nose quickly dissipated, and only the body temperature transmitted through the soft sweater remained on his fingertips.
The sniper, hiding in the shadows, had originally thought he'd succeeded, needing only to shoot the nearby police officer again to claim the three million dollars his employer had promised him. Furious, he missed, and reloaded his rifle, his scope focused on the two figures slowly rising.
However, he didn't expect that the two men would quickly sneak into the dilapidated courtyard wall behind them like ghosts and disappear from his sight.
Lu Chengtian was dragged into an abandoned house by Lin Xian. They leaned against the moldy and peeling wall side by side, and for a moment, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
"Who did you offend?" Lu Chengtian asked in a low voice, feeling the rise and fall of the breathing of the person next to him.
Lin Xian tilted her head to glance at him. The two of them were already very close, and Lu Chengtian happened to turn his head to look at him. For a moment, their breaths mingled, almost brushing against each other's noses.
At this ambiguous distance and posture, Lin Xian's eyes softened, and he sighed softly, saying, "You'd better stay away from me."
"You--" Lu Chengtian suddenly fell silent before he could finish his words, and Lin Xian also slowed down his breathing.
In the silence where one could hear a pin drop, both of them heard the extremely light footsteps.
The seven or eight men they'd knocked down were still wailing on the ground. Lin Xian's attack was even more brutal; those men probably wouldn't be able to get up for a while. The attacker could only be the sniper who had lured them here.
Almost subconsciously, Lu Chengtian grabbed Lin Xian with his hand hanging by his side.
The hand that had held a long knife and killed anyone who stood in its way was completely cold. A thin layer of flesh covered the hard bones, but Lu Chengtian held it tightly, as if this would confirm that the person was still by his side and would not suddenly disappear.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Lu Chengtian's whole body tensed up.
Next to them was a crumbling door panel.
With a creaking sound, a pitch-black gun barrel thrust through the crack in the door. Then came the figure dressed in black, wearing a mask and a baseball cap.
Before the man could react to their hiding place, Lu Chengtian pounced on him like a cheetah, pinning the black-clad assassin to the ground. Lin Xian, standing nearby, stomped hard on the man's wrist, cracking bones like a walnut shell. The assassin's gun fell to the ground, where Lin Xian picked it up.
Lu Chengtian took the opportunity to grab the man's shoulder joint and twist it in the opposite direction, but he felt a hard mechanical touch under the clothes - this man had an alloy prosthesis on his left shoulder, and it was the prosthesis that Lin Xian stepped on and broke.
The killer who was knocked to the ground suddenly pulled out a dull dagger from his boot and stabbed it directly into Lu Chengtian's carotid artery.
Lin Xian quickly turned the butt of the gun and smashed it towards the killer's forehead. The alloy parts of the M95 collided with the skull, making a dull sound.
Lu Chengtian took the opportunity to grab the dagger and found that the handle was engraved with a cobra with its lower body coiled and its head raised.
He threw the dagger aside, took out the handcuffs, and prepared to bring the killer to justice, but the other party suddenly broke free with great force, threw Lu Chengtian to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.
Although this man didn't look physically strong, he possessed immense explosive power. Taking advantage of Lu Chengtian's moment of collapse, the black-clad assassin immediately pinned him down, his hands firmly gripping his throat.
Lu Chengtian grabbed his wrist with all his might, trying to relieve the suffocating feeling brought on by the fierce pressure. At the same time, his legs quickly wrapped around his neck and twisted it hard. The killer's breath paused, but the strength in his hands did not loosen at all, as if he was determined to kill Lu Chengtian.
Lu Chengtian felt like he couldn't breathe, his face turning from red to purple. The man in black wasn't much better off, his throat rustling as he was tightly entangled by his legs.
At that moment, Lu Chengtian saw Lin Xian standing behind the killer, holding a gun, the muzzle of the gun pointed at his back. "Don't—" His throat was tightly strangled, and he could only make a sound with his mouth.
At this moment, the sniper seemed to realize something, loosened his grip, and turned to look behind him.
Lu Chengtian seized the opportunity to pry the killer's wrist free from his throat. Fresh air rushed into his lungs, and he gasped violently. Then, like a spring, he bounced off the ground and slammed the sniper against the wall behind him, causing a piece of the wall to peel off.
"Officer, do you know who you are helping?" The killer was strangled by Lu Chengtian and pressed against the wall. He was gasping violently, and his voice was like rough sandpaper polishing the surface of wood, with a strange tone.
"You seem to know everything very well." Lu Chengtian pulled off the black mask on his face, revealing his dark face with scars all over it, thin and fierce, which was slightly purple due to suffocation.
"With this kind of appearance, no wonder you have to wear a mask when you go out." Having spent so much time with Lin Xian, Lu Chengtian couldn't help but sneer. He grabbed the killer's left leg and threw him to the ground, his heart pounding, he wanted to get something out of him as soon as possible.
The man in black was pinned to the ground by Lu Chengtian, who took over the initiative and glanced mockingly in the direction of Lin Xian.
Lin Xian was tall, dressed in a black sweater and gray trousers. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, accentuating his face's paleness, like fine porcelain coated with a layer of transparent glaze. He held the powerful M95 rifle steady, the red dot aimed precisely at the center of the killer's head, his expression icy.
The moment his eyes met Lin Xian's, the killer not only did not show any fear, he even slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing an obscene expression.
"He's the Captain's man. To be more precise, he's the Captain's plaything. Officer, you know, these drug bosses all like this kind of thing. It's so exciting—"
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