CH 274

【Swift Spirit of the Spirit Cat】Proficient in firearms, agile.

【Seeing in the Dark】Seeing in the dark.

【Art of Divine Movement】Speed.

【Observing the Aura of Others】Perspective, storable spell, 5 hours and 33 minutes remaining.

【Paper Moon Suspended in the Air】Optical camouflage, flash, storable spell, 1 hour and 12 minutes remaining.

【Eyes of a Thousand Miles】Eighty-fold magnification. Storable spell, 13 hours and 21 minutes remaining.

【No Colorful Phoenix in Body】Warning.

Remaining primordial spirit: 108%

Enough.

Lin Wen spent five minutes and returned to the outskirts of Ningdu County.

At this time, the sky was dark, and the earth was shrouded in darkness, it was the darkest time before dawn.

On the wilderness, Lin Wen raised the assault rifle, and the feeling of the gun had completely entered his instinct.

Although every gun was mass-produced on the assembly line, the one in a thousandth difference created different souls. The cat's hands could feel their differences, feel the delicate smoothness of their long barrels, feel the silky artistry inside each fold, and feel the resistance when pulling the trigger and the pleasure when it exploded.

With just three minutes of touching a gun, one could achieve the realm of unity between man and gun, where having a gun in hand meant having a gun in the heart.

Lin Wen used the wide-range adjustable focus of the eighty-fold magnification to aim at a target 900 meters away, gently and delicately pulled the trigger, feeling the firing pin being released, reaching deep inside, igniting the detonation point, the explosive force released in the barrel, pushing the bullet through every fold, out of the chamber, out of the muzzle, bursting into flames and a loud bang, piercing through the thin mist that had just risen in the night.

Bang!

Right on target.

Wu Zhihui was shot in the forehead, and a handful of banknotes scattered from his hands.

Several henchmen shouted, "Thank you, Chairman," and pounced to grab the banknotes, afraid of being a step too slow.

Only one henchman noticed something was wrong.

He was about to speak when the second bullet pierced through his right cheek and into his brain.

It wasn't until the fifth henchman fell that the second person noticed something was wrong.

"What's going on?"

"Who's shooting?"

900 meters away, the sound of gunfire was faint, but the night was extremely quiet. If one listened carefully, it was still clearly audible.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

With each shot, someone fell.

"Enemy attack!"

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"Enemy attack!"

The henchmen who were present to divide the money were all the most trusted, and they scrambled to the cover, leaving behind seven or eight bodies and money scattered on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunfire continued, maintaining a rhythm of one shot per second.

To ensure accuracy, Lin Wen could only shoot at this speed because he needed to eliminate the recoil.

If he had the strength of "Nine Oxen and Two Tigers," he could achieve precise point shooting at an ultra-long distance while firing at a super high speed.

But now, he only had the "Swift Spirit of the Spirit Cat," so he could only use skill and not brute force to suppress the recoil.

About half a minute later, everyone had taken cover.

With Chairman Wu Zhihui dead, Vice Chairman Zhang Xiaolin was the highest-ranking, and he quickly realized that the attackers were not many in number, possibly only a few skilled individuals who had bypassed the outposts and were equipped with advanced night vision devices, launching a sudden attack nearby.

He immediately ordered the perimeter forces to flank and cut off the enemy's retreat, and ordered the forces inside the county to surround them in three ways.

"Brothers," he shouted, "there aren't many enemies. When the fighting starts outside, let's quickly gather the money and not let it blow away."

"Yes, yes," one henchman said, "if it blows outside and is seen by outsiders, it won't be easy to hide."

A lower voice said, "Let's divide it quickly."

"What's the rush?" Zhang Xiaolin scolded, "First, gather the money, and you won't be left out."

Although he said so, he was already calculating how to divide the money.

After a moment, intense gunfire erupted outside the county, accompanied by shouts, screams, and the thunderous explosion of hand grenades.

They're fighting!

Zhang Xiaolin shouted, "Brothers, charge!" and a group of people immediately rushed to the center of the square to pick up the money.

"Everyone supervise each other, no private hoarding of money! Anyone who hoards privately will lose their share of the money."

Zhang Xiaolin spoke at an extremely fast pace:

"I've already figured it out. Half for the senior members, one-tenth for the junior members, I'll take one and a half-tenths, and the rest will be evenly divided among those present."

Everyone calculated in their minds, knowing that some could get millions, while others could get tens of thousands. Although no one spoke, their movements became faster, and they looked around, hoping someone would hoard the money—this way, one less person would get a share.

With everyone's efforts, all the money was back in the suitcase in no time.

Click.

Zhang Xiaolin closed the suitcase.

"Thanks, everyone," a voice said.

Zhang Xiaolin was about to say a few polite words when he suddenly realized something was wrong and shouted, "Who?"

Looking up, under the flickering firelight, a figure was walking towards them. He was tall, wearing a cloak, carrying a lot of firearms on his back, and wearing a white mask with the words:

Path of the Beast.

"It's you..."

Bang!

A shot hit him in the forehead, and the words behind Zhang Xiaolin were stuck in his throat, never to come out again.

The crowd was in an uproar, and Lin Wen reached out and caught the suitcase from mid-air, and the eighty million returned to his hands. With a flick of his right hand, at such a close distance, there was no need to aim carefully.Tenderness and meticulousness turned into wildness and savagery in an instant. At this moment, she finally reached her peak, able to release herself with abandon. The bursting gunfire melded into a continuous roar, and the pouring bullets swept across everyone present.

Lin Wen, with a suitcase in one hand and a gun in the other, moved with the aid of the "Art of Godly Speed," gliding through the scene at fifty meters per second as if strolling leisurely in a garden. It looked as though he was on skates, sliding far with each step he took.

The flames from the gun's muzzle sprayed ceaselessly, accompanied by his movements, smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water, as if they were special effects added to figure skating.

Surrounded by absolute elegance was an environment filled with unspeakable bloodshed. Blood splattered, screams were incessant, and bodies fell in heaps.

The enemy's counterattacks were weak and ineffective. In most cases, Lin Wen didn't even need to dodge. It had been a long time since "No Colorful Phoenix in Body" gave a feeble warning, indicating that a stray bullet might hit him.

Moments later, with a click, the 120-round extended magazine was empty. She emitted a lazy dry fire sound, and Lin Wen casually tossed it aside, as if a wistful sigh echoed in the air.

Lin Wen took a new assault rifle from his back and began a new round of bonding.

"He's out of bullets!"

"Attack now, everyone!"

The remaining enemies popped their heads out from behind cover, only to be greeted by a bright flash of sword light.

Lin Wen bonded with the rifle in his right hand, while his left hand held the suitcase with two fingers and drew the treasured sword from his waist with three fingers. This was a genuine flying sword, forged from materials used for flying swords.

The mold alone cost hundreds of thousands, but the result did not disappoint.

After testing, its hardness far exceeded that of diamonds, and its toughness reached the level of natural spider silk.

More importantly, its shape was very much in line with the temperament Lin Wen needed, perfect for beheading demons and monsters.

Heads fell like tofu, landing in the dust.

Lin Wen slid to the next cover in a single step. A figure as dark as a ghost hid behind an iron door. With one slash of his sword, the dark aura dissipated, and the iron door offered no resistance, just like tofu.

With a backhand shot, an enemy who jumped out from behind cover fell to the ground.

Lin Wen took another step, his sword like a willow leaf in the wind, his movements like scattering tofu, and blood like an inverted Milky Way. No matter where the enemy hid, it was useless. Lin Wen could see the aura of anyone within seven meters, and even if they dug a hole to hide, it would have to be seven meters deep.

This was a one-sided slaughter. The enemies were scattered behind various covers, their firepower dispersed, unable to form effective suppression. Popping their heads out meant being shot dead, and not doing so meant waiting for death.

Lin Wen skated across the field, his shoes sliding on the smooth ground, step by step. The bosses and underbosses of various gangs, the enforcers, and the double-red stick wielders never imagined they would die under the devil's stride.

Moments later, the square was left with only one half-dead person in black, pierced by Lin Wen.

If not necessary, he didn't want to accrue bad karma now. More bad karma not only needed to be eliminated but would also drain the lifespan of the sleeping dragon. He only had a little over 90 days of life left and was not completely out of danger.

The gunfire outside gradually ceased. They had realized they were fiercely attacking mere illusions. Lin Wen turned off "Paper Moon in the Sky," and with a glance, he saw over two thousand figures, shadowy and indistinct, converging towards the center of the county from all directions.

They had realized something was wrong.

Logically, Lin Wen could have run away. According to the previous calculations of the super "No Colorful Phoenix in Body," his peak combat strength was between 900 and 1800 people, and that was when he could use offensive spells.

However, the comparison at that time was with the regular soldiers of The Papal States, and they were relatively elite.

The quality of the enemies here was far from comparable.

So Lin Wen decided to give it a try.