madnovel Chapter 169: Striking Silently, The show Turns into a Matryoshka!
Chapter 169: Striking Silently, The show Turns into a Matryoshka!
Chapter 169: Striking Silently, The show Turns into a Matryoshka!
This group was a program inspection squad from the West Country.
“Continue the search. Leave no corner unchecked,” the Captain firmly instructed.
At this moment, his teammates, each wielding a flashlight, diligently searched the area. They had been conducting searches outside since morning.
By evening, feeling tired was expected. But in such a critical period, no one dared complain of fatigue.
Wang Yun and over seventy ‘fugitives’ were still at large. Capturing even one would significantly boost their country’s prestige. This wasn’t just about personal honor; they represented their entire nation.
Moreover, medical professor Vasda had previously failed during an incident when Wang Yun ‘bombed’ the tunnel. They needed to act swiftly to mitigate this loss.
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“You take the person at eleven o’clock on your left; he’s isolated. Move quickly and with caution!”
“The target directly in front at seven o’clock; follow him, then strike as soon as he enters!”
“I’ll handle the individual at two o’clock. Let’s regroup here in one minute!”
At this time, seven members of the assassin organization began to slowly close in on their respective targets. They planned to eliminate the ordinary program inspectors first before targeting the elite inspectors last.
This operation had to succeed without detection, as any compromise could complicate subsequent actions significantly.
In the dimly lit stairwell between the sixth and seventh floors, the sound of a dagger piercing flesh suddenly echoed. Of course, this sound was mimicked by the assassin’s mouth, suggesting his prior profession might have been a ventriloquist.
“My blade is a dagger, and you’re ‘dead’,” whispered the assassin as he grabbed an ordinary program inspector from behind who was panting heavily.
The spring-loaded knife in his hand stabbed into the lower back of the inspector. It was a fatal strike.
The inspector’s eyes widened as he felt the sharp pain in his waist. He attempted to scream for help, but a hand clamped over his mouth was too firm. Not only could he not cry out, but he also struggled to breathe.
In a moment of despair, the program inspector helplessly nodded his head, acquiescing to his fate without even catching a glimpse of his killer. He compliantly laid down on the floor.
Even without the alarm on his shoulder sounding, he indeed ‘died’.
The second one.
Another assassin trailed a program inspector directly into a frozen warehouse.
The assassin couldn’t fathom why they were there. It was impossible to hide any person effectively, considering the temperature plummeted to minus fifty degrees. Within about ten minutes, anyone would lose consciousness.
“Have any of you from Japan been near Spring Garden today?” the captain bellowed into the phone.
The captain of the Japanese team, though confused, denied it.,”No, we haven’t.”
“Okay, got it,” the captain responded and hung up the phone.
It must be Wang Yun’s men wearing human skin masks resembling those from Japan.
“Captain Marina! I’ve been ambushed by Wang Yun’s men. I need backup,” he shouted into his radio. “Track my phone,”
His thoughts were clear.
“What? Wang Yun’s people! Coming right away. Five minutes, no, make it three,” came a response.
“We have people nearby. Hold on. If necessary, take out that thing for self-defense,” an anxious voice crackled through the radio.
The captain did not respond because he was rapidly approaching the seventh floor. His only hope was that the door to the rooftop was left open.
There it was. His chance for escape. The rooftop door was indeed open, propped with a piece of wood, likely left by a neighbor who wanted easy access to dry clothes.
The captain sprinted up, swung around at the top of the stairs, and in one swift motion he scattered a handful of powder behind him as he slammed the door shut.
It was a close call. The assassins arrived two seconds later, only to find the door firmly locked.
“Go to the next building. The rooftops are connected,” one of them shouted.
“Cough, cough! My head is spinning...”
As everyone turned to run, they suddenly inhaled a strange powder through their nostrils. Within seconds, their legs weakened, and their consciousness began to blur.
“Damn it, hold your breath!”
Those running at the back were slightly better off, but the two assassins in front were already staggering.
“Retreat now.”
At that moment, Wang Yun’s voice echoed in their ears. He had been monitoring the assassins’ movements all along. Each assassin wore a recorder, capturing everything from start to finish. Meanwhile, Wang Yun sat comfortably in his villa, sipping red wine and enjoying the scene unfold.
In his livestream, viewers watching the computer screen were already dumbfounded.
Matryoshka. A Matryoshka livestream!