Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1195: Three Moves to Take Your Life

At midnight around eleven, Xiao Lin, who was heading north, finally drove into the entry point of Caltanissetta. As he entered this small city with a population of about eighty thousand, he no longer felt like his feet were still on his own body. "Damn it, this bastard must have done it on purpose," he cursed before pulling into a gas station to fill up the tank, grabbing some food, and continuing on the road.

He took out a pack of frozen meat and tossed it to the sleeping crow. It often startled people, but fortunately, overseas, gas stations were self-service, so it didn’t cause a commotion. After all, there is a difference between a dog and a wolf.

Xiao Lin wasn’t fond of fast food, especially burgers and fries, but with just one hour until the appointed time, he had no choice but to make do.

Having purchased a satellite navigator, he programmed the final destination on the electronic map and continued his journey. From the map, Robert’s location was near the coastline, an expansive area classified as an industrial zone in Caltanissetta. With few native residents, Robert chose this spot to escape Palermo’s jurisdiction. Even if a couple of people died here, it would be insignificant like a pebble sinking into the ocean.

Additionally, the map showed that the coastline was lined with numerous islands, both developed and undeveloped, perfect for hiding. The vast lands and sparse population could be thoroughly utilized. More importantly, the cost of living was much lower than in Palermo, and the people here were more straightforward. There were many unexplored channels; people here needed money, and with money, you could accomplish a lot.

Robert opting for this peripheral city was primarily due to the weak law enforcement support here. The stable living environment resulted in a low crime rate, but this wasn’t the main reason. As Xiao Lin waited at a red light, he swiftly browsed the city’s geographical and cultural information, failing to uncover the reason for his doubts. He still couldn’t pinpoint why Robert opted for long detours.

Suddenly, the sleeping crow stood up and turned to its right. Noticing its unusual behavior, Xiao Lin also looked to the right. They were crossing the city center, heading further south, and far off, the sea level was visible, but it was still a significant distance away, with nothing unusual in sight.

Xiao Lin chuckled and patted the crow on the head, estimating they would reach their destination in about fifteen minutes. In reality, fifteen minutes was an overestimation; after leaving the city center, he could spot a large garden. Following the road signs, the left led to the industrial zone and the right to the coastline. Xiao Lin chose the left road, and soon he encountered a plantation, reminiscent of a farmstead on the outskirts of Palermo, only larger.

Upon entering the plantation, the crow was fully on guard, one claw poised on the car door, ready at a moment’s notice. As Xiao Lin passed through the plantation, he reduced the car’s speed, and in that moment, the crow darted out of the door, disappearing into the darkness.

There was only a single lane, the width of a car, and although the plantation held a road leading outside, it was not visible on the map. When had Robert managed to purchase land here? Judging by the time Robert had been in power, acquiring such a vast area would have required significant funds, something Shao Weihua couldn’t have overlooked.

A bump in the road, as if the tire had run over something, made the car jolt a few times before producing a crackling noise. Xiao Lin frowned; although he could now see the manor’s silhouette, he was still four or five meters away. A flat tire now seemed premeditated. It looked like Robert didn’t intend for him to return alive.

Decisively, he got out of the car. The front tire was punctured by a row of nails embedded in the ground. The nails were long, piercing through the inner tube, and Xiao Lin helplessly patted the car before continuing forward.

Standing on the balcony on the third floor with binoculars, Robert’s mouth split into a wide frog-like grin. He gleefully watched Xiao Lin’s frustrated emotions as he staggered along, waving his hand toward the ground below. Soon, people converged on the open space from all directions. Meanwhile, Miller, who had been beside Robert, raised a sniper rifle and aimed it at Xiao Lin’s head.

Sensitively perceiving the distant mirror reflection, Xiao Lin stopped in his tracks, raising his head to gaze at the mirrored spot with a cold smile. With a bang, the bullet, driven by the wind, diagonally burrowed into the ground, the marksmanship precise, landing just a foot from his toes. Bang, another bullet shot out, the same angle, the same pit; it had a little taste of provocation. If Hua Qingyi were here, these two would be arch-enemies, as Qing Yi always disliked cold weapons, mastering firearms expertly, achieving unrivaled marksmanship and becoming an excellent sniper, just as adept with his driving skills.

"Enough!" Robert halted Miller’s third warning shot. He found teasing a mouse more interesting than killing one, and now he saw himself as the cat, and Xiao Lin as the mouse. "Check on the woman, bring her to the conspicuous spot on the second floor."

Seeing Miller remain still, Robert raised a brow. Despite his fear of this man, he was still the nominal leader. On significant occasions, Miller gave Robert face, but now he stood defiant, unmoving. "Didn’t you hear what I said? Bring that woman out."

"It’s too late, they’re already here."

"Hmm?" Before Robert could figure out what Miller meant, Xiao Lin was already inside the manor. Just a minute ago, he was three meters away. How did he enter the perimeter so quickly? "So fast!"

Miller was still holding up his gun, watching Xiao Lin through the scope. He squinted his eyes and retreated.

Xiao Lin observed the group in front of him, each one looking fierce and sinister, a stark contrast to the people from Palermo. There were at least over a hundred of them, maybe more. He smirked, his handsome face tilting upward, waiting for their provocation, as he quietly counted down with his wrist raised.

One, two, three, four, five!

Just five seconds in, someone couldn’t hold back and jumped out. He thought it would be someone formidable. Xiao Lin lifted his uninterested eyes to look at the person in front of him. The overly pale skin was adorned with narrow eyes, a straight yet slender nose, and lips that, while thin, couldn’t be described as fine. The whole face could be summed up in one word: excessively pale, overly delicate.

This face made Xiao Lin stow away his idle heart. If he wasn’t mistaken, this person’s nickname was Long Shadow, skilled in speed attacks. Due to an overly feminine character, the weapons used were also quite feminine. But one should not be easily fooled by such appearances. This person’s unique skill was not the thin whip in his hand, but the Gu Technique he frequently used in battles, a skill of an almost extinct warlock.

"Ah! It’s you." Xiao Lin nodded, pointing at Long Shadow. "The assassin who fled from the underground city has been hiding here all along. Today, I’ll just help you with some housekeeping for Lao Jiu."

"That depends on whether you have the skill."

Ah, even the voice was so sharp. Xiao Lin let out a sinister laugh, and in an instant, a whooshing sound carried a gust of wind as it swept toward his neck.

Swish! Xiao Lin stepped back, right hand blocking in front, as the sharp spike tangled with the long whip. The whip’s end was a tumor full of sharp thorns. "Sorry, I don’t have much time to play with you here. I’ll end this in three moves."

"What?" Long Shadow shouted, pulling the whip back with his right hand, leveraging the momentum to leap into the air. The black glove on his left hand was coated with visible silver powder, cascading down from above, dazzlingly bright and beautiful.

His right arm quickly twisted, withdrawing from the entanglement of the spike and whip. Just as the silver powder fell, his left hand pushed outwards, gathering airflow in his left palm to strike the descending Long Shadow. At the same time, his body flew backward. But just when everyone thought Xiao Lin was trying to dodge Long Shadow’s attack, they were surprised to find that as he flew backward, Xiao Lin placed his left foot on his right, creating a downward momentum. His right hand’s spike rebounded off the ground, pivoting his whole body in a 180-degree spin, returning to his previous position with speed beyond ordinary sight. The spike in his left hand thrust upward toward Long Shadow’s left arm.

Hmph! Xiao Lin’s speed was indeed fast, but under Long Shadow’s watchful eyes, it was still a beat too slow. Just as the spike was about to pierce the left arm, his long whip swiftly retracted, shortening into a soft whip thirty centimeters long. The thorn-covered tip grazed the spike’s shaft, striking toward Xiao Lin’s chest.

Seeing that Xiao Lin could not dodge, Long Shadow revealed a mocking smile. "Three moves to take my life? You’re still far from it, Young Master Xiao."

"Oh, is that so?" Xiao Lin neither dodged nor defended, letting the thorny tumor strike his chest directly. Just as Long Shadow was about to capitalize on the hit, something miraculous happened.

When everyone thought Xiao Lin had been hit by Long Shadow’s thorny tumor, it seemed to have grown legs and skimmed past his chest, pulled by an invisible force forward. Long Shadow, caught off guard, couldn’t retract his soft whip in time and was swept into this strange cycle, his steps stuttering, his body pitching forward.

Bang, Xiao Lin’s right foot stamped on the ground, swinging his right leg upward to strike Long Shadow’s chest bone. The expected crack rang out, but before Long Shadow could cry out in pain, Xiao Lin’s left hand stabbed the spike into the seventh vertebra of his spine. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)