Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1175: Counterattack! Escape! (Part 1)

With a heart-wrenching cough, large amounts of fresh blood splattered outward, causing Xiao Lin’s body to convulse sporadically.

"No!" Murong Lengyue forcefully covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her body appearing drained of all energy, collapsing onto the ground. She trembled slightly, trying to crawl toward Xiao Lin.

"Hahaha, who would’ve thought that the esteemed Family Head of the Murong Family would crawl like a puppy. Interesting, so very interesting." The burly man aimed the gun at Murong Lengyue, the dangerous and malicious glint in his eyes reflecting his lack of mercy. Never one to show compassion, he wouldn’t easily let go of the prey already in his grasp. Unceremoniously, he swung a fierce kick to Murong Lengyue’s abdomen, flipping her to the side. "Such a seductive appearance, making one’s heart itch."

The man’s words sent a chill down Murong Lengyue’s spine. Xiao Lin, whose vision was already blurry, saw the man lewdly approaching Murong Lengyu. The meaning of his words was clear. Xiao Lin’s feeble and trembling body jerked violently as he struggled to prop himself up again.

Seeing Xiao Lin stand again, the assassin in front of him smirked fiendishly, swinging another punch that struck Xiao Lin’s lower abdomen, sending him flying with immense force. With a bang, he hit the wall and landed beside Murong Lengyue.

His legs weakened, and he collapsed.

Murong Lengyue, her face equally pale, turned her head to look at the weak and gasping Xiao Lin, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. She bit her lip tightly, her eyes suddenly overflowing with tears.

No longer possessing the dignity and composure of a family leader, nor the former pride and coldness. At this moment, she was like a wounded little girl, helpless, heartbroken, regretful, and annoyed, all kinds of complex emotions mingling in her flowing tears.

"Let him go, and I promise you all your demands." She didn’t believe that in the face of temptation, such a person would ignore it. Looking at the now near-death Xiao Lin, Murong Lengyue collected her tears, her beautiful eyes shining with determination within their crystalline edges. No matter what the outcome today, she wouldn’t leave Xiao Lin. If they must die, they would die together. After all, when she’s dead, these people won’t accompany her to the grave. "How about it? Let him go, and I can offer you wealth and glory, don’t you want to take Robert’s place? Don’t you want to use money to crush that bastard?"

This temptation made the burly man pause, looking at Murong Lengyue, seemingly assessing the validity of her trust.

"What are you hesitating for? I know it’s not out of willingness that you’re following Robert. Now such an opportunity is in front of you, since Robert wants to kill me, let’s discuss a condition. What’s your name?" As she spoke, Murong Lengyue slowly extended her hand, wanting to wipe the blood from Xiao Lin’s mouth and clean the blood stains from his face.

A hand suddenly blocked her way. "I’m not so desperate that I’d need to trade you for him." Xiao Lin slowly turned his head, grinned at her, pulled her into his embrace, and forced a smile, his voice hoarse as he spoke: "I won’t die. No one can kill me. Such crises can’t claim my life, Xiao Lin’s life. These two people before us, they won’t even need to count to three before they meet King Yama."

Murong Lengyue also smiled, obediently leaning on Xiao Lin’s chest, a deep sorrow flashing in her eyes. What had this man become? Clearly cold and unfeeling, yet always inadvertently showing his tenderness, making her want to let go but unable to.

"Ah, it seems you don’t believe me at all. Am I really that weak?" Xiao Lin ignored the tutting sounds of the two people nearby, displeased at Murong Lengyue’s belittling, with the current scene clearly resembling a couple’s playful banter in front of the two assassins.

Murong Lengyue didn’t believe him, nor did the assassin before her, who was somewhat confused, unable to understand what Xiao Lin was saying. Yet Xiao Lin began counting aloud, disdainful laughter aggravating them. One assassin furrowed his brow, lowered his gun, aimed at Xiao Lin’s right leg, about to shoot to cripple it.

But at the moment his gun lowered, Xiao Lin suddenly burst out with the sound of ’three’. Completely oblivious, the two assassins suddenly felt a small bug bite their throats, a rapid blue hue spreading upwards across their now flushed faces, bodies suddenly stiffening, and sharp eyes quickly dimming into lifeless gray.

Bang... After a small sway, both fell back, lying flat on the ground!

Rong Lengyue gaped in shock, staring incredulously at the two fallen assassins, her mind seeming to stop as amazement and shock turned to Xiao Lin beside her.

"What did you do to them?"

"They’re dead!"

"Dead?" Murong Lengyue seemed not to have recovered from the shock, her dull expression eliciting a light chuckle from Xiao Lin.

"Ah! It’s all thanks to your earlier chatter that I had time to prepare." Xiao Lin reluctantly removed the open-shell ring from his right index finger. "Compared to spikes, the Silver Needle is also my weapon, but these life-saving needles were coated with deadly poison by the Black Doctor, becoming sinister weapons, able to kill with a single drop of blood."

Murong Lengyue cautiously took the ring, observing under the faint light a tiny hole at the front and a red button at the back. "Is it really this button? What a delicate design, it must hail from the hands of Yelu Shou, the ’Dark’ ruler, right? I’ve heard that only you could have him personally craft weapons, such enviable camaraderie."

"Hmm! Ah! Born-dead brothers don’t need to be many, just a few will do. The so-called unyielding companionship only reveals its true nature on the brink of life and death." Speaking of which, Xiao Lin couldn’t help but laugh self-mockingly.

Murong Lengyue chuckled twice, her finger pressing down decisively, a thin ray of light darting into the corpse of a fallen assassin.

"Wasteful woman, this is a lifesaving tool, not something for your testing fun." Watching Murong Lengyue frivolously waste a Silver Needle, Xiao Lin’s anger surged, regretting involving this woman in drawing out Robert, making a silent vow never to bring this woman into battle again, grateful to escape doom himself.

"Is this really useful? Can I have it?" Murong Lengyue was thoroughly immersed in her excitement, her thrill of being pulled back from the brink of death making her more attached to the play with the open-shell ring. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)