Luo Wanya thought to himself, if he had just a few more days, might he have succeeded?
Too late!
The guards, one by one, began to calmly check their weapons, filling the room with the crisp yet cold sound of gun chambers being pulled back.
One of them said coldly, "The ga is over; you almost had us fooled. Now everyone put your hands behind your back and follow us downstairs. Rember, this ti our mission from the organization is to raise funds for Outer World operations. Once you're back in the Outer World, deliver all your money to the specified location, or death is the only thing waiting for you."
The guards stopped pretending to be family mbers. They were no longer hypocritically talking about 'donations' to the organization. They had abandoned their brainwashing plan and started making direct physical threats with their inherently savage nature.
When they realized they were almost brainwashed themselves, they were furious.
However, Luo Wanya still had a glimr of hope and patiently said, "Family mbers... "
The leader of the seven guards shoved the gun barrel against his head, "Family my ass. If you utter one more word, I'll shoot you right now. Don't bla us; we also have real families to worry about. If we accidentally let you escape, one person in each of our families would die."
By then, the guards had regained their composure; they were well aware of their identity and what they needed to do.
Luo Wanya began to despair, realizing that if they were moved, it was uncertain when they might be rescued.
But what about the Ti Travelers during the day? They had promised a rescue, so why hadn't anyone shown up yet?
All Ti Travelers' hands were locked behind their backs with tal Finger Locks clamped on each person's thumbs. This device was more convenient than handcuffs and left absolutely no room for struggle.
The Ti Travelers were escorted down the stairs through the ergency exit.
Luo Wanya still hoped that the dayti rescue would take place during this transfer, but even when they reached the underground parking lot, there was still no sign of action.
By then, the light had died in Luo Wanya's eyes.
However, as two vans filled with people drove out of the underground garage to the road above,
Luo Wanya saw the driver in front of him suddenly burst with blood.
A bullet had pierced through the side of the guards, easily penetrating the body and even the car.
Before everyone could comprehend what had happened, the distant sound of two sniper rifle shots slowly reached them.
"Sniper!" one of the guards roared, "Drive, now!"
But it was too late.
Within a second, the drivers of both vans were dead. The vehicles, out of control, charged straight toward the intersection.
When Luo Wanya heard the word 'sniper,' he couldn't help but reveal a look of ecstasy on his face.
Being well-inford about the Ti Travelers from the Outer World, he knew for a fact that the boss of Dayti was a sniper.
Dayti had co, Dayti had co to save him!
At this mont, other than Dayti, Luo Wanya couldn't think of anyone else who would co to save him!
Unseen by anyone, at that mont at the crossroads, a masked youth hid in the shadows with a Bluetooth headset, intently observing the inside of the vans: "Boss, the left side of the front vehicle has the 2nd and 3rd culprits. In the rear vehicle, positions 2, 4, and 7 have the culprits. Clear to shoot."
Qing Chen, on a distant rooftop, repeatedly pulled the trigger, like the master of the midnight.
Luo Wanya sat stunned in the car, his face covered in blood.
He didn't dare move, afraid that the extraordinarily powerful sniper bullets might accidentally hit him.
However, the reality was that Luo Wanya was worrying too much.
He suddenly realized the sniper was shooting with rhythm, waiting for the vehicle to keep sliding forward as the shooting angles at the targets inside changed ceaselessly.
Bullet after bullet ca, strangely passing through the bodies of the caretakers, barely brushing past the Ti Travelers.
Luo Wanya felt as though he was sitting amidst crisscrossing trajectories, the dense paths of bullets interweaving like threads yet never touching his body.
In just ten seconds, the sniper didn't give the caretakers any chance to return fire, killing all seven of them in the car.
The Ti Travelers inside gasped in terror, the windows sared with a layer of dark red from the blood.
It was alright, none of the Ti Travelers were hard!
Everyone was shocked and bewildered. What kind of shooting skills were these? How did the other party distinguish Ti Travelers from caretakers from such a distance?
The next mont, a young man with a Bluetooth headset walked toward the vehicle: "Boss, all targets have been taken care of. Boss is aweso, may the boss reign for thousands of years, supre over all."
Through the Bluetooth headset, Qing Chen spoke calmly, "No need for flattery, Liu Dezhu. Hurry up and get these Ti Travelers to safety. Xiao Niu, Tianzhen, you two prepare to drive over for pickup. The 18th city is a dangerous place tonight, stay hidden and don't show your faces."
Through the headset, Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen said in unison, "Received."
This ti, it was a coordinated operation by the Daylight organization.
Even with Qing Chen's sniping level, it wasn't possible for him to imdiately discern the targets inside the car in a short ti.
At a distance of 1400 ters, the targets he saw were extrely vague. Hitting them relied on an absolute sense of shooting and calculation within 2600 ters, but it didn't an his eyesight was superhuman.
Therefore, in such a situation, if Qing Chen wanted to avoid injuring the Ti Travelers, he needed soone to provide close-range, relay guidance.
Liu Dezhu had been stationed at this intersection, and he only had to do one thing: tell Qing Chen where the caretakers were sitting in the car.
It was easy to distinguish Ti Travelers from caretakers; Ti Travelers were forced to sit with their hands tied behind their backs, while the caretakers' eyes watched their surroundings like wolves.
No one was more suited for this role of close-range precision guidance than Liu Dezhu. Even if soone noticed his presence, his C-Class strength was enough to deal with the majority of crises.
In the two vehicles, seven Ti Travelers sat in their seats, shaken and terrified, their hands and feet ice-cold.
The car door was pulled open with a whoosh, and the youth, Liu Dezhu, wearing a mask, smiled and said, "Everyone, please get out of the car. I've co to rescue you and get you out of here."
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A 5000-word chapter, today's update is 11000 words, including 6000 words for the regular update, 4000 words to pay back Huan Yu's debt, and 1000 words as interest... (A ticulous calculation from soone with handicapped hands)
Huan Yu's debt is now paid off, and I feel sowhat relieved.
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