162: Chapter 162: Assassin (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets) 162: Chapter 162: Assassin (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets) The bullet, carrying with it the heat of the wind, suddenly appeared in He Ao’s field of vision.
There was no ti to dodge now.
He Ao’s brain worked rapidly, and in that instant, Super mory constructed a model of the bullet’s motion and simulated its trajectory.
He Ao abruptly lifted his short sword, blocking it in front of him.
Click—
The scorching bullet was deflected, crashing into the wall.
At that mont, He Ao also lifted his head and began moving swiftly around the room.
Aiming takes ti, and quick, irregular movents can disrupt the rhythm of an opponent’s aim.
anwhile, he rapidly began comparing the current scene in the room with the one in his mory.
The body had moved because the knife had been taken from it; that was normal.
There was fresh blood on the floor, left behind by the ‘Assassin’; that was normal.
The table had shifted slightly when the sniper rifle hit the ground; that was normal.
There was soone behind him, soone who had been there all along; that was normal.
Bang—
Another shot ca from behind, and this ti He Ao, moving at high speed, dodged the bullet.
He frowned.
So, where is the problem?
Everything in this room was in order, so where could the Assassin be hiding?
Was he truly invisible?
What kind of special ability was this?
As He Ao pondered, a shadow slowly drew a silver dagger from its waist and approached his back.
No, that’s not right!
Sothing was amiss.
He Ao stopped in his tracks as the silver dagger slowly extended towards his neck.
Empty the mind, empty the mind.
Battle only alters the things around you, but it can’t create or eliminate sothing from nothing.
The scenes rembered with Super mory, every detail of the whole room, started playing back in He Ao’s mind.
From the mont he entered the room, like fras of a movie, each detail was snatched up and compared fra by fra.
Under such intense computation, even He Ao started to feel a slight dizziness.
The scenes in his mind shifted rapidly from his entrance, the conversation with the Assassin, the fight, to the Assassin’s disappearance.
It was then that He Ao’s recollection paused.
At the instant the Assassin vanished, an extra figure abruptly appeared in the room.
He couldn’t discern who this figure was, but his senses told him the figure’s presence was logical, and he didn’t need to pay attention to it.
But ‘it’ was indeed an ‘extra’ item.
The sharp dagger had already passed He Ao’s shoulder.
Its pointed blade slowly circled around the pitch-black hood, hooking towards the neck beneath He Ao’s mask.
It was about to pierce He Ao’s carotid artery, and his bright red blood would bloom like a resplendent peony.
Bang—
In that instant, a silver sword tip intervened to block the sharp blade.
The Black Shadow behind him tried to thrust forcefully past the sword tip but, in that mont, his mind went blank.
ntal Disturbance.
He Ao forcefully pushed away the sharp dagger.
The silver short sword danced in his hand, shifting to a reverse grip.
When all other possibilities are eliminated, the remaining outco, no matter how unlikely, must be the answer.
This ‘safe’ figure was the enemy.
The flash of the sword streaked beneath He Ao’s arm, followed by the muffled sound of the sharp tip piercing flesh.
“Ah!!!”
He Ao exerted himself fiercely and quickly retreated, channeling all his strength into his arm.
The Black Shadow, just recovered from the ntal Disturbance, hadn’t managed to react before being struck by He Ao’s body, sent flying backwards.
Bang—
The Black Shadow was pinned against the wall by He Ao; the sharp sword blade swiftly penetrated his body, with bright red blood splattering on He Ao’s arm.
Like a blossoming peony.
He Ao let go of the hilt and took a few steps forward, then turned around.
The sowhat emaciated Assassin stared wide-eyed at He Ao, the short sword piercing through his chest, nailing him to the wall like a puppet.
He appeared unable to comprehend how He Ao had seen through him.
He struggled to reach out towards He Ao, trying to grasp him, but his movents gradually slowed down until they ca to a halt.
His arm fell limply.
Through the eyes of Super mory, his soul began to dissipate gradually.
Dead as a doornail.
He Ao breathed a sigh of relief and turned off his Super mory.
A massive wave of fatigue swept over him in an instant.
Struggling against the exhaustion, He Ao leaned against the wall and took out three silver test tubes from behind his waist, pouring the contents into his mouth in quick succession.
After finishing the three tubes, he rested for a mont, and when the exhaustion gradually subsided, he drank another one.
The battle with the Assassin lasted only a few seconds, but in that ti he used ntal Disturbance three tis and overloaded his Super mory to compare mories.
This was what a D-level warrior in peak condition was like, nothing like the makeshift ones like Slanca.
He Ao wasn’t wounded this ti, but not because he was strong enough to kill the Assassin without getting hurt.
It was because the Assassin focused on one-hit kills; each move was lethal, which He Ao had successfully defended against.
The final ability that manipulated common sense and rationality to achieve an ‘invisibility’ effect was indeed quite terrifying.
If it weren’t for his Super mory, He Ao might have really died there.
When he recovered so ntal and physical strength, He Ao approached the Assassin’s dead body.
The Assassin’s build was slender, resembling an average, haggard middle-aged man.
His head hung low, eyes wide open staring at He Ao.
He Ao took a photo of the entire room with his wristband, then reached out to close the Assassin’s eyelids.
After that, He Ao began inspecting the Assassin’s Combat Suit and the items he carried.
The quality of the Combat Suit was decent, too bad it had been pierced.
He should have aid for the neck right away, a careless oversight.
A handgun, worthless.
Mithril Test Tube, empty?
This guy was really broke.
After searching up and down, He Ao finally discovered that the most valuable items were actually the Gauss sniper rifle that was dropped at the beginning and a box of eight high-explosive bullets that went with the rifle.
He removed his cloak and soaked it in the hotel’s washbasin; it had gotten too much blood on it and needed washing.
To clean bloodstains, it is best to soak in cold water; hot water would cause the proteins in the blood to denature and coagulate, making it hard to wash out.
While the cloak was soaking, He Ao wiped down the Gauss sniper rifle, disassembled it into parts, and tucked it into the carrying case that the Assassin had left in the corner.
After packing everything up, he stepped out to retrieve the large box he had hidden in an alley.
Then he stuffed the Assassin’s body into the box, which was lined with a waterproof cloth.
In the process, he found a badge in the Assassin’s inner pocket.
It was a Silver Wolf Badge.
When he found the badge, He Ao paused for a mont, opened his own Combat Suit, and in it, another Combat Suit passed down from Roy’s father, there was also an inner pocket just like that one.
Such an inner pocket wasn’t standard equipnt for a Combat Suit, it was custom-made; the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Combat Suits didn’t have them.
He Ao placed the distinctive Silver Wolf Badge into the inner pocket of his own Combat Suit.
A perfect fit.
The sa thod of concealnt, similar Combat Suits.
It seed that the Silver Wolf Badge was the emblem of so organization.
Covering the box and zipping it closed, He Ao washed the now-soaked cloak.
After most of the blood was washed away, the remaining stains were inconspicuous.
Once everything was taken care of, He Ao picked up the walkie-talkie lying on the table.
This type of walkie-talkie generally cos with a recording function.
He Ao pressed the record button and spoke softly,
“Mr.
Kristos, et at the cafe by the back door of our machinery factory.”
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“We often say that hard work pays off, you get what you work for, but what is the reality in Dawn City?”
“Ladies and gentlen present here, you work for more than twelve hours a day, and yet the inco you earn barely suffices for a basic living.
Your wealth is used to pay rent, credit card interests, and various inexplicable charges.”
“The baker can only eat the lowest quality bread, the shoemaker wears shoes with holes, and the builder pays high prices to live in soone else’s house.”
“Those who sell banned drugs and operate in the Red Light District grow rich, while talented individuals die in poverty and sickness.”
“Those who produce nothing have everything, and those who produce everything have nothing.”
“Is this the Dawn City of your dreams?
Is this the life you wish to lead?
Is this what the founders of Dawn City wanted to see?”
“Why can’t we earn higher wages?
Why can’t we own the products we make?
Why can’t we receive compensation that matches our labor?”
“If I beco Mayor, I will raise the minimum wage, close or even take over so non-compliant factories, cut work hours, and lessen the taxes on common people—and the missing tax revenue will be supplented by the wealthy and conglorates, who may even pay more.”
“These taxes will be used to establish public healthcare and education.”
“In the future, everyone can earn a wage that matches their labor.
Your debts will be reduced, your work and life will improve, you’ll be able to afford healthcare, and your children will receive better education.”
“No one will die because they can’t afford an ambulance, no orphans will wander the streets, and every child will receive books and milk.”
“This is my promise to you, and I will honor it with my life.
Dawn City will once again beco the Dawn City of its people!”
“So,” Christos raised his right hand high,
“Let’s make Dawn City what her founders initially envisioned!
Let’s reclaim the Dawn that belongs to everyone!
Let’s take back the compensation we deserve!”
“Long live Dawn!
Long live the people!”
“Long live Dawn!
Long live the people!”
The entire avenue erupted with thunderous responses as everyone raised their right hand along with the man on the podium, shouting in unison.
He Ao glanced at the tumultuous spectacle, dragging his suitcase, walking past the edge of the crowd.
At that mont, a security officer made his way through the dense, noisy crowd and handed a blood-stained walkie-talkie to Christos.
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