Special Forces Medic-Chapter 777 - 744 Rescue (2)

"Consort Ling! Consort Ling!" Xia Xue shouted at the person who had just rushed in, looking at Dan Qing's state, a glimmer flickering in her eyes. "They've hurt Dan Qing, kill them all, leave no one alive." She helped Dan Qing to the ground. "Don't speak, Consort Ling is here, it's alright."

Consort Ling was surprisingly staring at Xia Xue, was she asking him to kill? This really didn't seem like something she would say. "Move aside!" Whatever his thoughts, he didn't plan to leave any survivors among these people. He coldly ordered Qi Sheng to stop in his tracks. After taking in the surrounding environment and the positions of the enemies through the corner of his eye, he grabbed the vase by his right hand and flung it towards the one standing closest to Xia Xue, raised his right hand, and with a clean and swift shot, took aim at the man controlling Yao Zheng through the window, leaving Qi Sheng dumbfounded.

The bullet pierced through the man's cheek and lodged itself in the glass but didn't shoot through. The glass began to crack and spread to the sides, while the splattered blood, mingling with other substances, began to drip onto Yao Zheng.

A high-pitched scream rang out. The bullet had passed merely a few centimeters away from Yao Zheng's face; a slight deviation might have meant it going through his face. This kind of terror made the district magistrate, who usually maintained a high posture, scream like a woman.

The man who got shot through the cheek had no breath left. Even dead, he stood in the same posture until Yao Zheng collapsed on the ground, bringing him down as well. His shattered facial bones accidentally pressed against Yao Zheng's face, resulting in another scream as something spilled from his crotch, and the smell of urine wafted towards Qi Sheng.

Consort Ling was someone who found it luxurious to even glance at you. He shifted his gun horizontally to another angle, shot bullets without reservation, and the guard at another position fell in response. By the time the other party reacted, they had already lost two team members. Seeing this, Xia Xue moved Dan Qing to the side. This was no time to play the hero; finding a place to hide and not causing more trouble for Consort Ling. She finally realized her rudimentary skills couldn't possibly match up to Consort Ling's. This was his true strength. His cold demeanor was nothing ordinary. The word "Assassin" popped into her mind. Even if Xiao Lin tried his best to hide Consort Ling's identity, some people's natural aura always set them apart.

He didn't consider whether there were hostages or innocents in the line of fire. In his eyes, there was only the target. This cold-blooded nature of an Assassin was probably heard from Xiao Lin.

The one facing Xia Xue casually swatted away the vase thrown by Consort Ling. Losing two subordinates in such a short timeframe startled him. He hadn't anticipated such a situation. Having someone like this by Xia Xue's side indicated a master. Through his calm demeanor, he gained a basic understanding of Consort Ling's skills. Instead of abandoning his target, he handed Consort Ling to another subordinate and reached out for Xia Xue.

Xia Xue, having her hair grabbed, clutched her head with both hands, pulled his wrist tightly, and unable to turn back, was dragged out from behind the cabinet. Consort Ling frowned; another one remained before him.

Surveying Qi Sheng with a glance, he continued attacking the opponent's vital points in silence. The only other somewhat useful man present just sat on the sofa, staring blankly at a point. Unfortunately, his vacant expression was betrayed by lively eyes.

Xiao Lin had given him ten minutes. Under this timeframe, Consort Ling acted ruthlessly. Guns weren't his weapon of choice, sharing this trait with Xiao Lin. In non-essential circumstances, close combat was his forte. Unfortunately for the enemy before him, who, possibly trusting too much in their hand-to-hand combat skills, discarded their weapon.

Consort Ling let out a cold laugh, tossed his gun to the doorway, and snapped off a section of an adjacent coat rack with a crisp crack, gripping it in his hand.

Xia Xue had experienced Consort Ling's staff skills before. Hearing the shattering sound, she tried to turn around. The pain from having her scalp yanked made her moan. Consort Ling frowned further, raised his right hand, and the staff flew towards his opponent's left knee.

The opponent, expecting a strike towards the face, instinctively raised their hand upwards as the staff flew, only to find their knee painfully struck, buckling it to the side. Seizing the opportunity, Consort Ling leaped, legs entwining around the opponent's neck. As he spun 360 degrees, the sound of bones connecting the spine crackled and broke.

The man holding Xia Xue was shocked yet again by Consort Ling's moves. Retreating back with Xia Xue a step, he switched the gun to his right hand, wrapped his left arm around Xia Xue's chest, pushed her in front, using her as a shield, and pressed the gun against her head. After adopting this intimidated hostage-taking posture, he finally felt a sense of slight relief. The pressure from Consort Ling was overwhelmingly intense.

The scene was all too familiar, Xia Xue thought wistfully. Her gaze locked onto Consort Ling, it seemed he stood there once as well, she was held captive, and Consort Ling ended up gravely injured, leading to her capture.

"You want to catch me? Why?" Though the scene bore a resemblance, Xia Xue was no longer who she used to be. As one grows, what they learn, forget, or apply is an ongoing process of gaining and letting go, leading to gradual transformation.

The place where the neck was constricted felt wedged against a tree trunk. Even wearing high heels, she couldn't match the height of the person behind, forcing Xia Xue to tiptoe to avoid being strangled.

The man behind her let out a cold snort in response. "Take another step forward, and I'll blow her head off."

The person who should not hesitate did so now. Gripped in his hand was Consort Ling's trusty weapon.

The man stared at the short dagger in Consort Ling's hand, its shape like a gear, the head not sharp like ordinary cold weapons, instead ending in a gear shape, just a pointed tool in form. "You're an Eraser?" Consort Ling chuckled twice; few people recognized him, though many knew his weapon. "You're Black Crow's Eraser!"

"Good to know. If you release her now, you still have a chance."

The man hummed twice, instead tightening his grip on Xia Xue. "If I let her go now, I end up like the others. I'm not that stupid."

Consort Ling sighed, didn't act immediately but retreated to the door, handing the short dagger to the side, more precisely, offering his weapon as if handing it over to someone else. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)