Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1171: The Hunt (2)

The gun, forcibly redirected, fired several shots at the ceiling of the supermarket. Xiao Lin’s left foot, like a fully stretched spring, swung fiercely at the person in front of him, delivering a powerful blow to the man’s chin with twelvefold strength.

Crack... With a strange, eerie groan, the chin of the foreigner, who stood at a towering six feet tall, shattered and splattered with blood. His entire body was violently kicked three to four meters away, crashing into a stone pillar nearby without so much as a groan, meeting his end instantly.

Wow... The dull gunshots and the scene of Xiao Lin killing a man in the blink of an eye threw the entire mall into chaos, surpassing the chaos of a crowded street. The once cheerful shoppers were now running for cover, heads tucked in panic, turning the mall into a frenzied mess.

Dragging Murong Lengyue like a headless fly, they dashed wildly through the mall until they stumbled into a small restaurant within.

Seeing Xiao Lin, his mouth and collar stained with blood, burst in, those who hadn’t escaped yet crouched in terror, some even lying flat on the tables, petrified that they might become the next victims of this calamity.

Sitting down quickly by a pillar, Xiao Lin leaned back against it, panting, his right hand clutching his chest. Although the bullet hadn’t penetrated his chest, the impact still left him in unbearable pain, making him suspect his ribs might be fractured.

Oh! If the bullet isn’t removed immediately, the wound will be hard to heal. These guys are really disgusting. Xiao Lin pressed harder with his right hand, unable to push the bullet out with inner strength, his wary eyes scanning the surroundings, his hair damp with sweat.

"Listen up! These people are professional assassins, and their target is me. Shao Weihua won’t go after you, so if there’s a chance, just run. Your bodyguards should be arriving soon."

"No!" Murong Lengyue, looking at the cold sweat-covered, pale-faced Xiao Lin, refused his suggestion outright, asking nervously, "How are you? Are you okay?"

"I won’t die."

"We don’t have time to argue. It would be easier for me to escape without you."

"No!"

"Ah! This is really..." Xiao Lin glared at Murong Lengyue with frustration, seeing her determined gaze, he swallowed hard. "How many bullets are left in your gun?"

"Five."

"Do you have any extra magazines?"

"Why would I carry a magazine in my bag?"

"Your phone?"

"I didn’t want work bothering us during our date, so I left it in the office."

"Damn it!" Xiao Lin cursed under his breath, thinking how troublesome this woman is.

Looking at the panicked crowd around them, Murong Lengyue took several deep breaths to calm herself. "What now? These people seem like they belong to the Italian Mafia, Robert’s men."

"It doesn’t matter! The more they act, the better." Xiao Lin, carefully glancing outside from beside the pillar, said, "I’m only worried if they don’t make a move."

"You’re doing this on purpose!" Murong Lengyue seemed to realize something, staring at Xiao Lin in disbelief. This man was a madman; she had no idea what he was thinking, putting himself so blatantly in harm’s way.

"Heh, not too stupid! Sorry for using you these past few days." Xiao Lin, pulling his body back, saw the anger of being deceived in Murong Lengyue’s eyes and reached out to touch her cheek. "Now’s not the time to be mad at me. This was my fault, but let’s get out of here first. I don’t know how many assassins are lurking around. They’ve been holding back long enough."

"You’re doing all this for Xia Xue!"

"Yes! But I still appreciate your concern. I will save my woman myself." Xiao Lin’s charming smile revealed an indescribable confidence to Murong Lengyue once again.

"Would you really give up your life for her?" Murong Lengyue knew this wasn’t the time to ask, but she suddenly felt an overwhelming pain. "Do you have to go this far? Are you willing to abandon your entire family?"

"Though my mind knows this is irrational, and going against your Murong Clan is like an egg hitting a rock, my body won’t listen, instinctively rushing out." At this, Xiao Lin suddenly laughed. "If we must be adversaries, I hope you are the last. Can you remain neutral until I have dealt with those harmful to the Xiao Family?"

Just as Xiao Lin turned his head, he used the several large mirrors around the small restaurant to his advantage, suddenly noticing that the foreigner crouched opposite him had a gun pointed at him from beneath the table.

Without any hesitation, Xiao Lin slammed his left hand on the table, spinning his body upward, and scissors-like legs clamped around the man’s head. With a grunt, Xiao Lin’s horizontal body rotated around his left hand as the axis, hurling the man outward with full force.

Bang! The man screamed, being thrown hard against a nearby iron table, and just as he landed, Xiao Lin followed up like a ghost. Somehow, a shiny dinner fork appeared in his right hand, viciously stabbing it down into the man’s temple!

The man twitched a few times powerlessly and then went silent.

Everything happened so fast, leaving Xiao Lin no time to respond. Murong Lengyue watched in shock as he effortlessly dispatched another person, blood gushing from his chest wound, his face turning frighteningly pale. "I understand!"

Exhaling deeply, Xiao Lin heard Murong Lengyue’s response, his half-smiling lips tensing up. Just as he was about to retrieve the fallen gun, Murong Lengyue suddenly cried out urgently, "Watch out!"

Xiao Lin’s heart skipped a beat, and he swiftly darted away. Mere moments after he vacated the spot, bullets angrily sprayed at the ground, scattering fragments everywhere.

After Murong Lengyue’s warning cry, she turned and fired three shots at three approaching assassins. In such a critical moment, each bullet she shot hit their marks, splattering blood from their heads as they staggered and fell.

Xiao Lin exclaimed, "Great shooting." Without time to pick up a gun, he grabbed Murong Lengyue again, sprinting towards the right at full speed.

"Of course! As the leader of the Murong Clan, I have to be ready for such situations at any time. External enemies are not a concern, only internal threats." (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian.net to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)