Chapter 192: Chapter 192 Assassination Begins_1
Bang!
The bullet hit the glass door but only left a mark before bouncing off.
It turned out that when arranging Lin Xiaoling’s office, Ning Fan had intentionally replaced the small room’s glass door with bulletproof glass.
Bang bang bang...
Zhao Xinghui’s subordinates each took out their handguns and continuously fired at the glass door.
So of them even picked up desks, chairs, computers, fire axes, and other heavy objects, violently smashing against the glass door.
But for the ti being, they couldn’t shatter the bulletproof door.
In the small room, Lin Xiaoling was so scared that she lost all color in her face and finally snapped out of it, quickly pulling out her phone to call Ning Fan.
"Brother, lots of people with guns have stord the company. They’ve killed a lot of people, including Sister Yan, and that person said his na is Zhao Xinghui..." Lin Xiaoling said incoherently.
Ning Fan was originally at his villa’s rooftop, sitting at the center of the Spirit Gathering Array practicing when he received the call and his face instantly turned ashen, "I’m on my way."
After speaking, he abruptly stood up, stamped his foot, and leaped high from the villa’s rooftop, landing on the ground over a dozen ters outside the villa.
Whoosh!
Following that, Ning Fan’s figure turned into a gust of wind, sprinting towards Tianling Company’s location.
Ning Fan didn’t have a car, but his full-speed running pace was not slower than an ordinary car.
The distance from Ning Fan’s villa to Tianling Company wasn’t short. On a straight and mandatory route, a heavy-duty truck, three ters tall, over twenty ters long, and weighing dozens of tons, was already waiting there.
"The target is approaching, comnce," a voice ca through the truck driver’s earpiece.
Boom—
The driver imdiately ignited the engine and floored the gas pedal.
Boom boom boom—
The speed of the heavy truck kept increasing, soon reaching a hundred yards.
Ahead on the road, a black dot was rapidly approaching, and the truck driver had to squint his eyes to make out that the black dot was a person running on foot—Ning Fan.
Ning Fan was incredibly fast, and within a blink of an eye, he was close to the truck, about to whiz by each other.
"Kid, you run quite fast? But it’s no use! Because I’m going to ram you to death! Rember, your death courier is Heisha’s Qing Tianzhu!"
The truck driver sneered, gripping the steering wheel tightly and driving straight towards Ning Fan.
He was indeed one of the team mbers sent by Heisha this ti. Qing Tianzhu was the nickna he gave himself because his preferred thod of killing was driving a heavy-duty truck and crushing the target into a pulp with the weight of Mount Tai!
Ning Fan was sprinting along the highway towards Tianling Company when suddenly his brow twitched, seeing a heavy truck abruptly change its course, charging over from the opposite lane, heading straight for him.
"Hmph."
Ning Fan’s pupils contracted, and through the windshield, he saw the grim and cruel smile on the truck driver’s face. He imdiately realized this was no accident, but preditated murder!
"Seeking death!"
Ning Fan bellowed, not dodging at all. The Spiritual Power in his body erupted violently, and then he threw a punch directly at the heavy truck heading towards him.
Boom!
A loud noise rang out as Ning Fan and the heavy truck collided forcefully.
In the truck cabin, Qing Tianzhu didn’t see the expected scene of Ning Fan being smashed into a pulp.
Instead, the truck hit an immovable object, like a mountain, and from a hundred-yard speed, it was instantly brought to a screeching halt.
The entire front of the truck was deford, squeezed, and collapsed into a lump of scrap tal!
"Buzz—"
Inside the cabin, Qing Tianzhu only saw a blur before his brain was left buzzing.
When he regained his senses, he found that his body from the chest down had been crushed into minced at by the deford cabin!
He looked up in terror to see the target he had tried to hit, Ning Fan, standing right in front of the vehicle, unhard, and even faintly glowing, like an exiled immortal.
"Damn... this mission’s target... is a monster!"
Qing Tianzhu’s last thought flashed through his mind, then darkness enveloped him, and he lost consciousness.
This was the last second he remained in this world, now only half a body.
Heisha mber, Qing Tianzhu, died like that on the heavy truck he was so proud of.
After turning the heavy truck into scrap tal with one punch, Ning Fan didn’t linger or even spare Qing Tianzhu a glance. He stamped his foot on the ground and sprinted down the road again.
But in his heart, an ominous feeling began to erge.
It wasn’t out of concern for himself, but for Lin Xiaoling.
The ard Zhao Xinghui, who broke into Tianling Company, and this truck driver who tried to kill him... they could very well be in cahoots, acting with preditation.
Lin Xiaoling, danger!
Whoosh!
Feeling a great urgency, Ning Fan sped up again, turning into a blur.
...
"Szzzz..."
"Qing Tianzhu is dead, mission failed, the target has left!"
"Repeat, Qing Tianzhu is dead, mission failed, the target has left!"
Shortly after Ning Fan left, a black sedan pulled up to the wrecked truck, and a man in a bodysuit stepped out for a look before speaking into his earpiece.
"Oh? This target nad Ning Fan isn’t bad, huh, dodging Qing Tianzhu’s truck collision? And killing Qing Tianzhu?" a disdainful voice ca through the earpiece.
"He didn’t dodge," the man in the bodysuit said coldly.
"Didn’t dodge? What do you an?" the voice in the earpiece asked, sounding puzzled.
"Exactly as it sounds, the target didn’t evade but collided head-on with Qing Tianzhu’s truck, and it was he who killed Qing Tianzhu," said the man in the bodysuit.
"What?" exclaid the voice in the earpiece.
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