388: Chapter 388 Heartbeat

The Clown's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes bulging out from behind the night-vision goggles.

A large amount of blood, mixed with shattered cartilage, gushed out from the corners of his mouth.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

He clutched his neck in vain, collapsing like a pile of mud at Chen Mo's feet.

The entire kill took less than a second.

Clean, efficient, like a heartless killing machine.

The second commando was standing less than two meters away from the Clown's side.

He heard the sound of cracking bones and whipped his head around, the green light of his night-vision goggles just catching Chen Mo's cold, emotionless face!

"FUCK!"

The killer let out a roar of horror and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"

A hail of bullets swept frantically towards Chen Mo.

But Chen Mo was faster.

The moment the opponent fired, Chen Mo kicked the Clown's not-yet-fallen corpse, sending his massive body flying up like a shield, smashing straight into the second killer!

"Splat! Splat!"

The bullets all slammed into the Clown's bulletproof vest and flesh, exploding into bursts of blood mist.

The second killer stumbled as he was hit by the corpse, his muzzle veering off course involuntarily.

Just at this critical moment!

A faint, piercing sound suddenly rang out from the ventilation duct above!

That was Nightingale's broken blade!

A flash of silver blade light flickered in the darkness, precisely slicing through the second killer's bulletproof fiber collar and burying itself deep into his carotid artery!

"Hiss—"

A high-pressure jet of blood sprayed onto the wall, making a sickening, friction-filled sound.

The second killer didn't even manage a groan; he fell straight down, twitched twice, and then went completely still.

Dead silence.

The safe house fell into absolute silence once again.

The stale, musty smell in the air was instantly masked by the thick scent of blood.

Su Qingxue hid in the corner, clamping her hand tightly over Captain Zhao Tie's mouth.

Captain Zhao Tie's eyes were wide open, his clothes soaked through with cold sweat; he couldn't even believe his own ears.

Two fully armed, top-tier international killers with incredible assault capabilities.

Just like that... they died?

They didn't even last ten seconds!

Outside the door.

The remaining four deep-red light spots stopped moving.

They had clearly sensed that something was wrong inside.

No follow-up gunfire, no report from the Clown, only endless darkness.

"Clown? Hound? Report the situation."

A deep, raspy English male voice drifted in through the gap.

That was the man standing in the very center, whose heartbeat was only fifty-five beats per minute.

Chen Mo stepped on the Clown's corpse.

He slowly opened his eyes, carelessly twirling the solid steel pipe stained with blood in his hand twice.

In the darkness, he replied to the monster outside the door in fluent English, even carrying a West London aristocratic accent:

"They aren't really in a position to talk right now."

Chen Mo lifted his foot and provocatively kicked a dropped submachine gun out through the gap.

"Who's next to come and die?"

The submachine gun kicked away by Chen Mo slid out through the half-meter gap blown into the blast-proof door.

The metal gun body scraped against the damp concrete floor, making a harsh "screeching" sound, before finally hitting the base of the outside wall and falling into silence.

Outside the door.

No gunfire, no curses.

Only a hair-raising silence.

Chen Mo stood in the darkness, looking at the Heartbeat Localization radar in his mind.

Those four deep-red light spots were like frozen drops of blood, lingering in a fan-shaped area about three meters outside the gap.

The heartbeat frequency of three of those light spots instantly soared to over 120 beats per minute after hearing Chen Mo's provocation.

That was the physiological instinct of humans secreting massive amounts of adrenaline under extreme tension and unknown fear.

But only the man standing right in the middle...

His heartbeat remained steadily at fifty-five beats per minute.

Meticulous, like a precision mechanical clock.

"A brilliant black-box magic trick, Mr. Chen Mo."

That deep, raspy English male voice, sounding like it had been polished by sandpaper, drifted in through the door gap again.

There was no anger in his tone, only a kind of condescending scrutiny.

"Although the Clown and the Hound weren't very bright, their indoor CQB tactical skills were worth at least five hundred thousand US dollars on the Dark Web. And you..."

The man outside the door paused for a moment, as if checking his watch.

"Less than ten seconds. In a position of absolute disadvantage, having lost your vision and with your hearing impaired by the stun grenade, you snapped the Clown's neck and had your hidden companion slit the Hound's carotid artery."

Chen Mo sneered, the sole of his leather shoe grinding over the Clown's mask on the ground with a "click" of breaking.

"Your heartbeat didn't skip a single beat."

Chen Mo retorted in equally fluent English, "What, your Dark Web colleagues died inside, and you aren't even willing to pretend to share their hatred?"

"Colleagues? No, no, no, Mr. Chen, you've misunderstood."

The man outside the door let out a very light chuckle, "They were just hunting dogs sent to scout the path. Dying in the bear trap is their only value."

The man's voice suddenly turned cold, revealing a sharpness that could pierce through everything.

"You aren't wearing night-vision goggles because there are no infrared reflection sources inside; nor could you rely solely on your hearing, because the aftershocks of the stun grenade are still reverberating in the safe house."

"You can 'see' us using a method of perception I cannot comprehend. Rumor has it that the Jiangcheng police have a monster capable of psychic abilities; it seems the intelligence provided by the employer wasn't all nonsense."

Su Qingxue, hiding in the corner, clamped her hand tightly over Captain Zhao Tie's mouth; hearing the conversation outside, her heart plummeted to the bottom of the abyss.

This leader outside was completely different from the kind of maniacs like the Clown who only knew how to kill!

He was too calm, as calm as a computer analyzing data!

"So what?"

Chen Mo let his hands hang naturally, his fingertips gently rubbing the hem of his trench coat, "Finished your analysis? Are you ready to come in and die, Mr. 'Pastor'?"

The heartbeat light spot outside the door trembled slightly.

"You actually know my codename?" A trace of barely perceptible fluctuation finally flashed in the Pastor's voice.

"Slow heartbeat, extremely rational, likes to send subordinates to their deaths to test an enemy's trump cards, plus that deliberate Vatican accent."

Chen Mo's lips curled into a sneer, "Number seven on the Interpol Red Notice, 'Pastor'. A ten-million-dollar bounty is certainly worth you making a trip to Jiangcheng yourself."

"Since you know me, then you should know my rules."

The Pastor's voice dropped completely, like a judge pronouncing a death sentence.

"I never fight a battle I'm not sure of winning. Since your sensory abilities hold an absolute advantage in a dark, enclosed space, then I will destroy this space."

As the Pastor's voice fell.

In Chen Mo's mind, the two red dots on either side of the Pastor suddenly made large, sweeping movements!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Three crisp sounds of metal clashing rang out at the gap.

Immediately after, three cylindrical metal canisters marked with fluorescent symbols rolled in along the floor!