Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 254 - 227 Real Combat Drill_2

It’s a very old-fashioned pen-style steel pen, with an alloy tip and a stamp engraved with a series of numbers, 49327-01.

"01... Flying sword?"

Chen Xuantian skeptically looked at the pen and tried to pinch the formula.

The pen rolled in the box, and it really was a flying sword...

Wang Wei explained,

"A pen-style pistol, the tip is a special bullet, using the ’flying sword’s intelligent guidance chip, storing a neurotoxin in the ink cartridge. Just a scratch and blood will trigger it.

Once the target is poisoned, they will experience spasms, convulsions, and paralysis, losing self-care ability. Of course, our ambulance and antidote serum are ready to rescue him or any innocent bystanders at any time.

But with your ’Sword Control Technique,’ there should be no accidental injuries, although to be cautious, complete the injection before boarding, and remember to retrieve the bullet tip."

"Alright... fine..."

Chen Xuantian scratched his head,

"But this is pretty exaggerated, like filming a movie. Also, let me ask, can’t we just nab him during security check?"

Wang Wei nodded,

"Of course, our people have been watching him for a long time, but the intention is to give you a live exercise."

The original plan was for Cangtian Team 3, consisting of four people, to be split into two groups: one for long-range sniping and the other for close-range capture. Now, there’s a temporary plan adjustment, and security personnel will step in.

However, he’s also a professional, highly alert, and he might notice our efforts to close the net and flee in advance. Strangers approaching might prompt him to ingest poison and commit suicide at any time.

And since this ’sword’ is used in real combat for the first time, long-range sniping might prove challenging, so it’s up to you. If you fail, professionals will handle the aftermath.

Additionally, we only know the target has acquired some intelligence related to Project 49327, memorized using his brain. We don’t know exactly what he has seen, nor do we know the covert contact he’s liaising with, so try to capture him alive as much as possible."

Wow, it seems like the real world has become more complicated...

So they sent Chen Xuantian to the airport in a special vehicle, where professionals were already waiting for him. They put him in a cleaner’s uniform vest and gave him headphones and a mask, then he drove a cleaning vehicle into the departure hall.

Chen Xuantian’s mission was clear: for this first live exercise, everything was designed for him, not too difficult.

In short, he just needed to fire the shot, then manually guide it to ensure the flying sword hit the target.

After all, this is a test of the flying sword weapon’s effect. The firing position is already set up—about fifty meters away from the target’s boarding gate on the bridge, specifically assigned as a sniper spot with an observer, and there’s construction around to muffle the gunshot.

Normally, this special spy gun has an effective shooting range of about ten meters, larger dispersion errors considered. Even a shooting champion might find it difficult to hit a target accurately at fifty meters with the first shot, not to mention this is a poison bullet, with the airport bustling, making sniping more challenging.

But Chen Xuantian wasn’t here for a shooting contest; he was here to play, I mean, to perform Sword Control Technique.

This pen-tip flying sword is a high-tech product, guided by a quantum Sword Control chip. It hit the bullseye against supersonic missiles from orbit before; fifty meters is nothing, as long as the target is within Chen Xuantian’s field of vision, he’s confident he can KO it.

So Chen Xuantian took his time to load the pen, scanning the scene, searching for the target.

Soon, his observer also gave him the signal, marking the target.

However, the target wasn’t alone; it appeared to be a family of four, a couple with two children.

The wife was pushing a baby stroller, the husband was holding one in his arms, with the child’s head and the wife continually blocking most of the sniper’s line of fire.

Heh, using his wife and kid as a shield...

And this guy was also pre-planned, deliberately waiting until close to boarding, following behind a group of flight attendants and slowly making his way to the first-class VIP lane. The shooting window left for Chen Xuantian was very small.

Indeed a professional, no wonder they need someone even more professional like him.

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The professional covering him was also coughing to urge him on.

What’s the rush, damn it? This thing is jammed, oh, the trigger is locked—damn it, even a single-shot gun has a safety...

"Bang!"

So Chen Xuantian randomly fired a shot; there was a soft sound as the pen tip shot out.

Even the person covering for him was stunned, probably never expecting this guy to just fire without even aiming after unlocking the safety?

Of course, it doesn’t matter; the flying sword was never about taking the ordinary path. Ultimately, this pen-tip flying sword only ’flies’ with the help of the gun; its trajectory is reliant on Chen Xuantian’s mental calculation and coordination.

At that moment of the shot, Chen Xuantian pinched the formula with one hand, snapped his fingers with the other, mentally calculating and sensing the relative position of the target and the flying sword.

"Zing!"

A flash of golden light passed by, grazing the target’s neck as he turned to tease the child, then flew off like a bug into the distant flower bed.

Mission accomplished.

Without a word, Chen Xuantian turned and drove the garbage truck away.

The target didn’t notice a thing, scratching his neck, chatting with the woman, taking a few steps forward, then suddenly stiffened and fell, convulsing in seizures.

Then the waiting hall erupted in chaos, and the pre-prepared medical team stormed in to finish up, timing it with a stopwatch.

Meanwhile, Chen Xuantian leisurely drove the garbage truck down the freight elevator, avoiding the crowd, and went to retrieve the paralytic bullet tip from the flower bed...

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