391: Chapter 391 Shadow Attack

"Bang!"

The heavy corpse traced a dark shadow in mid-air, flying straight out from the breach and slamming hard into the corridor outside!

Assassin No. 4, who was just about to poke his head out to plant the explosives, had his nerves already stretched to the breaking point.

Suddenly seeing a massive dark shadow lunge out from the door gap, he was scared out of his wits and subconsciously raised his gun to start firing indiscriminately.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

The submachine gun spat tongues of fire, its bullets tearing the clown's corpse to shreds, scattering flesh and viscera all over the floor.

But for Chen Mo, that brief half-second gained was enough.

Like a hunting leopard, he lunged out from the blind spot.

His right arm muscles coiled as he extended the glock in his hand through the breach at a perfect, slanted angle!

No aiming required; it was all thanks to the absolute spatial positioning of Heartbeat Localization!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive, precise shots.

"Thud."

A muffled thud of a heavy object hitting the ground came from outside the door.

Assassin No. 4 was hit once in the center of his forehead, his throat, and his heart.

He didn't even have time to scream before collapsing stiffly into the stagnant water in the passage, blood quickly staining the floor red.

The piece of C4 explosive in his hand, which he hadn't had time to attach the detonator to, rolled away to the corner of the wall.

Five.

Now, only the Priest remained in the entire corridor.

The air seemed to freeze completely at this moment.

The exhaust fan was still roaring, but it couldn't mask the oppressive feeling brought by that dead silence.

Captain Zhao Tie, inside the safe house, stared with wide eyes.

He watched Chen Mo kill the armed militants outside with fluid, effortless movements, not even daring to breathe too hard.

What kind of monster is this?

This is simply a human killing machine!

Even the most elite SWAT Officer from the Provincial Department could never pull off such a casual counter-kill!

Outside the door, the Priest's heartbeat, after a brief pause, began to fluctuate violently.

He was afraid.

He had completely broken down.

Five battle-hardened elites from the Dark Web had turned into pieces of flesh on the ground without even touching the corner of their opponent's clothes.

This underground air-raid shelter was not some damn sanctuary, but a hunting ground carefully crafted by the other party!

"Chen Mo... you win this round."

The Priest's voice trembled, accompanied by the sound of leather boots stepping in puddles as he retreated step by step.

"The Dark Web will remember this debt today. You'd better pray you never leave Jiangcheng, otherwise, we have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead!"

"Want to leave?"

Chen Mo stood before the breach, watching the red dot on the radar begin to retreat toward the perimeter, a reaper-like cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

He turned his head and glanced at Nightingale, who was also covered in blood and grime.

"Guard the door. No matter what happens outside, don't let anyone in."

Nightingale didn't speak; she simply pulled out the second broken blade from her waist, gripped it in reverse, her gaze resolute.

As long as she was there, this breach would be a wall of sighs.

"What are you doing?!"

Su Qingxue was horrified to see that not only did Chen Mo not retreat, but he was actually walking toward the breach.

"SWAT Officer reinforcements from outside could arrive at any moment! Staying here to wait for rescue is the safest option! It's too dangerous outside!"

"Dangerous?"

Chen Mo bent down, grabbing the titanium alloy edges on both sides of the breach that had been pitted by high-temperature cutting.

"I said it before: in this mousetrap, they are the mice."

"And I..."

A trace of fanatical violence flashed in the depths of Chen Mo's eyes, and his bones let out a series of crisp, popping sounds like beans bursting.

"I'm not only going to kill all the mice, but I'm also going to drag that employer who posted the bounty out of hell."

Before the words had even faded.

Chen Mo's figure, like a bolt of black lightning, turned sideways and slipped right through that half-meter-wide breach!

In the corridor, the Priest, who was just about to turn and run, suddenly looked back.

He saw with horror.

That police profiler, rumored to be incapable of even trussing a chicken, had actually voluntarily abandoned the impenetrable safe house.

The other party was like a bloodthirsty beast released from its cage.

Stepping through the pools of blood and the corpses of his companions, he approached him step by step.

"Welcome to my home turf."

Chen Mo threw away the empty pistol and slowly drew a pitch-black tactical military knife from the back of his belt.

The blade refracted a chilling, eerie light under the flashing red alarm lights of the dim corridor.

"Now, tell me, who paid that ten million?"

...

The red alarm lights in the underground passage were like the eyes of a dying beast.

Flickering on and off, they dyed the entire corridor a suffocating crimson.

"Squish, squish..."

Chen Mo stepped in the bloody water mixed with brains and minced flesh.

His black tactical boots crushed the arm of the fourth assault trooper, which was still clutching the C4 explosive, emitting a bone-crushing sound that set one's teeth on edge.

He walked very slowly.

Every step felt like it was treading on the Priest's taut nerves.

At the end of the passage, with nowhere left to retreat, the Priest's back slammed hard against the cold, damp concrete wall.

This Dark Web leader, with a bounty of up to ten million USD on the Interpol Red Notice, was now like a stray dog driven into a dead end.

"Don't come any closer!"

The Priest's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his hoarse voice laced with undisguised trembling.

He suddenly raised his hands, making a universally recognized gesture of surrender, palms facing outward.

"Chen Mo! You won! You completely won!"

The Priest gasped for air, his eyes fixed on the tactical military knife in Chen Mo's hand that reflected a chilling red light.

"According to the rules of the underworld, those who surrender have the right to buy back their lives. I have money! Lots of money!"

Chen Mo stopped walking.

There was less than three meters of distance between them.

"Buy back your life?"

Chen Mo tilted his head, a cold arc curling at the corner of his mouth, "How much is the life of the Priest, ranked seventh on the Dark Web, worth?"

"Fifty million USD!"

Seeing that Chen Mo seemed willing to communicate, the Priest's speed of speech accelerated instantly, as if he had grasped a final straw of hope.

"This is all the base salary in my anonymous Swiss bank account! As long as you let me go, I'll give you the password immediately! This money is clean; it's enough for you to live comfortably as a local emperor for the rest of your life in any country in the world that doesn't have an extradition treaty!"

"Fifty million..."

Chen Mo repeated the number in a low voice, his gaze seeming somewhat indifferent.

"Yes! Fifty million! Five times more than the bounty the employer gave!"

The Priest swallowed, his body leaning slightly forward, his tone becoming seductive.

"You're just a consultant for the police; how much dead salary can you make in a month? Is it worth risking your life for those idiots in Jiangcheng? Take this money, and we'll be even..."

"That sounds like an offer I can't refuse."

Chen Mo interrupted the Priest, twirling the military knife in his hand with a fancy flourish of his fingertips.

However, his eyes remained as dead silent as a deep pool.

On the Heartbeat Localization radar deep within Chen Mo's mind.

The deep red spot representing the Priest was undergoing an incredibly bizarre change.

Ten minutes ago, the Priest's heart rate was a mechanically calm fifty-five beats per minute.

Two minutes ago, when his companions were mowed down by ricochets, his heart rate had skyrocketed to one hundred and thirty beats per minute due to fear.

And now!

At this very moment, as he was frantically begging for mercy and offering huge sums of money.

His heart rate had miraculously stabilized, holding steady at seventy beats per minute!

Furthermore, in the interval between each heartbeat, there was a sense of latent, coiled power!

This was not the heartbeat of someone begging in fear.

This was the second before a viper coils its body in the grass, preparing to strike with its fangs!