The assassin jumped through the window and escaped using a glider, which infuriated Luo Zheng. He cursed himself for not having thought of that before. After everyone somberly descended the stairs and rushed to the side of the hotel, they saw a foreigner lying dead on the ground with passersby gathering around. Luo Zheng quickly stepped forward to inspect the body, pondering that the man might have been killed by him. This provided so consolation, but the thought of the other person still on the run filled him with rage. His sharp gaze flashed with a cold light as he looked at Shi Feng.
Shi Feng imdiately contacted his subordinates through the walkie-talkie to confirm the escape of the other person. Everyone turned and ran, piling into the car, and Ghost Hand revved the engine of the small car, roaring out of the hotel parking lot and toward the direction of the fleeing suspect. Luo Zheng's face was grim, he was thinking about sothing, while Lan Xue wanted to say sothing but held back.
To facilitate prompt communication, Shi Feng sat in the car with everyone else, continuously keeping in touch with his subordinates using the walkie-talkie, tracking the escape route of the suspect. With the glider, the suspect kept changing direction, which again inflad Luo Zheng. Fortunately, Shi Feng's n were competent and kept a firm track of the direction.
It was around nine in the evening, with less traffic on the roads. Ghost Hand drove fast, chasing for about two kiloters until they saw a black shadow flying in the distance. He quickly swung the steering wheel and pursued fiercely, turning through several street corners. They saw the suspect beginning to descend, and Ghost Hand, enraged, floored the accelerator.
Soon, Luo Zheng saw the suspect land in a small park. After Ghost Hand parked the car, Luo Zheng leapt out, chasing rapidly like an angry cheetah.
In the dead of night, the park occasionally had a few vagrants. Streetlights illuminated the paths, but no one cared about them. They spread out and encircled the area, heading straight for the landing spot of the killer. They soon spotted a black shadow dashing ahead at breakneck speed. Luo Zheng clenched his teeth and unleashed an even stronger burst of speed to chase after him.
In a blink, they had exited the park. Luo Zheng saw the murderer rushing onto the road. As a small car happened to speed by, Luo Zheng thought the suspect would be hit, but to his surprise, the suspect leapt into the air, lightly touched the top of the speeding car with the tip of his foot, rolled over in the air, and landed smoothly, using the montum to dash onward.
"Huh?" Luo Zheng hadn't expected the guy to have such good coordination and quick movent technique. Knowing he was up against a formidable opponent, he kept up the chase. As a small van sped toward him, Luo Zheng mimicked the murderer's move, leaping high into the air, flipping, and landing without losing speed, continuing his chase.
After crossing the two-way street, Luo Zheng saw the suspect run up a nearby pedestrian overpass. He followed, but realized the suspect didn't descend the steps after crossing, but rather leapt directly onto a nearby tree. He grabbed a branch and landed nimbly, continuing his mad dash at an incredible speed.
"This son of a bitch is very agile. Encircle him," Luo Zheng growled in frustration as he saw Lan Xue and the others catch up. He also leapt off the overpass, using the force of his landing to surge forward in speed and close the gap in a few breaths.
Just then, the murderer turned and entered a building. Ascending the fire escape with haste, the suspect, realizing Luo Zheng was hot on his heels, panicked, clenched his teeth, and surged with effort, reaching the rooftop in two or three bounds.
Luo Zheng also charged up, seeing that the suspect stood motionless at the edge of the roof. He stopped five ters away from the suspect, coldly stating, "Fly then, co on, fly for ."
After the opponent's flying wing backpack landed, it was discarded in the park, making flight impossible. They watched Luo Zheng calmly, not showing any panic, but instead slowly retreated to a corner of the rooftop. Suddenly, a mocking smile appeared on their face. With a push from their feet, their body leaped down abruptly. Luo Zheng was taken by surprise and quickly rushed over, only to find that the other person had sohow hooked onto the high-voltage electric lines and began sliding along it, all the while mockingly waving at him.
"Bastard." Luo Zheng was fuming with rage as he caught sight of a wooden-handled broom nearby. A spark of ingenuity struck him, and he grabbed the broom, breaking off the bottom part with his foot, leaving only the wooden handle. He then leaped down himself, pressing the handle against the electric line. Using the montum to twist his body, he quickly grabbed the other end and slid along as well.
"You son of a bitch, you can't run away." Luo Zheng shouted angrily, twisting his body to accelerate his sliding speed.
The assassin hadn't expected Luo Zheng to pull off such a move and their complexion changed drastically. But with the ground so ten ters below, they didn't dare to jump. As they saw Luo Zheng catching up, a trace of panic flickered in their eyes. Reaching the position of the utility pole, they quickly wrapped their arms around it and slid down, ready to make a run for it. Suddenly, they felt a strong gust of wind from behind and instinctively rolled to the side. Before they could stand up, they saw a kick flying towards them and hurriedly blocked it with their palm, only to be t with a powerful rebound that sent their body uncontrollably flying several ters.
After landing his attack, Luo Zheng rushed forward, bellowing, "Run, go on, run!" The pursuit had exhausted him considerably and irritated him just as much.
"No more running. I didn't expect you to be so fast. I have no complaints about falling into your hands." The assassin slowly got up, wiping the fresh blood from the corner of their mouth and aid the gun at Luo Zheng, defiantly saying, "Give a way out, or it's a fight to the death." They even spoke in fluent Huaxia.
Luo Zheng could tell that although this guy wasn't great in hand-to-hand combat, they still had good endurance, strong body coordination, a highly flexible movent technique, and were as fast as the world's top parkour athletes. He stared coldly at the other person, completely indifferent to the gun in their hand, and demanded, "Tell , who sent you?"
"No one sent ," the assassin said coldly, with a glint of cold light flashing in their eyes.
Luo Zheng saw a slight movent in the opponent's shoulder, a sign that they were about to pull the trigger. His body flickered, and he pounced like lightning. The assassin only saw a blur before their arm went numb, and the gun slipped from their hand. When they looked again, they saw the gun was now in Luo Zheng's possession, and he was looking at them with a cold sneer, causing a great alarm in their heart and a deathly pallor on their face, as they gave up any resistance. To resist a person who was even faster than their shooting was a joke.
"Now, can you talk?" Luo Zheng said coldly.
"I'm just an assassin, taking money to eliminate troubles for others. As for who the employer is, I'm sorry, but I truly don't know. There are rules among assassins; we just carry out killings. As for the employers, only the middlen know. Killing will be of no use to you," the assassin stated calmly, showing no fear of death.
Every assassin is well aware of their fate. There is only one outco for an assassin, and that is death. No one can make a perfect exit; the differences only lie in whether they die sooner or later, or in the manner of their death.
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