chsdbacks Chapter 114 Ghost Whistle Seeks Death? I'm the King of Hell!
Chapter 114 Ghost Whistle Seeks Death? I'm the King of Hell!
Her soft, boneless hands slipped inside Qi Tongwei's tactical vest, greedily pressing against his burning chest muscles, as if she wanted to melt her whole body into his to warm herself.
That damn woman.
Qi Tongwei could even feel her two full, soft breasts pressing against his chest without any obstruction, in rhythm with her breathing. The soaked silk fabric did nothing to conceal her, but instead added to the slippery sensation.
"Don't move."
Qi Tongwei pressed down on her restless hand, his voice a little hoarse.
At this very moment, outside are lurking assassins with murderous intent, while inside is a naked and irresistible temptation.
This extreme danger and allure intertwine, making it more intoxicating than any strong liquor.
"They're over there..." Ye Cunxin seemed not to hear him, and instead hugged him even tighter. She stood on tiptoe, her bare little feet stepping on Qi Tongwei's military boots, and she scooted upwards.
That slight bump cost me my life.
Qi Tongwei gasped, his eyes, which shone frighteningly bright in the darkness, glaring fiercely at her.
Ye Cunxin smiled at him from the darkness.
She smiled like a little fox who had just stolen some fish.
"Shh-"
Qi Tongwei suddenly covered her mouth, his body tensing instantly.
Ten meters ahead.
A dark figure, holding a gun, cautiously approached the "bait" that had been thrown under the tree roots.
That's Zhao Ruilong.
This young master Zhao had his mouth gagged with a strip of cloth by Qi Tongwei, and could only let out muffled groans. His severed leg was exposed to the air, and the heat emanating from the wound looked like a giant light bulb in the thermal imaging camera.
The suicide squad leader raised his gun, and the infrared beam swept across Zhao Ruilong's body.
He did not fire to save the person.
His task was to clean up the stain.
Zhao Ruilong is the biggest stain on that record.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud, as if a silencer had been installed.
The bullet struck the mud beside Zhao Ruilong, splashing up a cloud of mud. Zhao Ruilong writhed wildly in terror, aggravating his wound and causing him excruciating pain that made his eyes nearly pop out.
The suicide squad leader is confirming the target's identity.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger a second time to completely solve this problem for Zhao Lichun.
The tiny spark of light from the gun muzzle flashed for a moment in the dark, rainy night.
Only 0.1 seconds.
For the average person, this wouldn't even be considered visual persistence.
But for Qi Tongwei, who had activated his "Eagle Eye Vision," that was enough.
In that instant, the trajectory, wind deflection, rain resistance, and target position—all the data underwent a frantic calculation in his mind.
Qi Tongwei did not lean out.
He stood in a crevice between the rocks, a beautiful woman hanging in his arms, raising the heavy Desert Eagle with one hand, but the muzzle was strangely pointed at a large tree that would take three people to encircle to his side.
There was no aiming motion.
In that instant, Ye Cunxin felt something pressing against her lower abdomen. It was the cold grip of a Desert Eagle gun.
This posture.
It's so wild it's suffocating.
"boom!"
The .50 caliber Magnum bullet roared out of the barrel.
The immense recoil caused the two bodies, pressed tightly together, to shudder violently.
The bullet, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, pierced directly into the thick tree trunk. Splinters flew everywhere; the once-sturdy trunk was as fragile as tofu before this single shot.
penetrate!
The bullet deformed slightly after passing through the tree trunk, tumbling and striking the assassin captain who was hiding behind the tree.
"puff!"
That was the sound of a watermelon bursting.
The night vision goggles on the suicide squad leader's face, along with half of his head, were blasted to pieces by this blind shot. The headless corpse swayed twice before falling straight into the muddy water.
"Cleanup complete."
Qi Tongwei released Ye Cunxin from his embrace and slapped her overly perky buttocks with his other hand. "Warm up now?"
Ye Cunxin's face was flushed, and her legs were so weak that she could hardly stand. She could only lean against the rock wall and catch her breath.
The shockwave from the gunshot traveled through their pressed bodies, the intense tremor making her feel weak all over, and a kind of unspeakable pleasure even overshadowed her fear.
"I'm gone."
Qi Tongwei didn't give her time to process what he had just said. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her out of the crevice like he was carrying a rag doll.
Zhong Kui also jumped down from the tree and casually took a few spare magazines from the captain of the suicide squad.
"Point B is just ahead, the cliff of Ghost Sorrow Gorge." Zhong Kui glanced at his tactical watch. "There's a zipline there that we set up beforehand."
The group dragged the half-dead Zhao Ruilong as they ran wildly through the torrential rain.
Five minutes later.
The group rushed out of the dense forest, and the view suddenly opened up, but it also sent a chill down their spines.
This is a cliff.
Below was a bottomless canyon, where a fierce wind blew rain up from below, creating a howling sound.
On the rocks at the edge of the cliff, the steel cable that was originally fixed there is now only a broken section of steel cable with a smooth cut.
It was cut off.
"Grass."
Even Zhong Kui, who always maintained a cold and aloof demeanor, couldn't help but swear. He walked to the edge of the cliff, looked down, and his face turned ashen: "The road is blocked. We're trapped."
This is a dead end.
Pursuers were behind them, and there was no way forward.
Just then.
Qi Tongwei suddenly squatted down and stared at an inconspicuous rock on the edge of the cliff.
A strange symbol—a scorpion with its mouth open—was carved on the stone.
"This isn't a dead end." Qi Tongwei narrowed his eyes, tracing the symbol with his fingers. "This is the entrance to the scorpion's lair."
"What do you mean?" Ye Cunxin hugged her shoulders, shivering from the cold. Her long, white legs were covered with scratches and mud.
"It means that the only way out is down there." Qi Tongwei pointed to the bottomless darkness. "Legend has it that there is an underground river beneath Ghost Sorrow Gorge that leads directly to the outside world."
Before Zhong Kui could speak...
Sudden.
In the dark abyss below the cliff, countless pairs of bright green "eyes" suddenly lit up without warning.
Followed by.
A tremendous roar drowned out the thunder and rain, and a sudden gust of wind made it impossible to open one's eyes.
Three heavily armed helicopters, painted in jet black, rose slowly from below the cliff like steel monsters emerging from hell.
"Buzz—"
Several high-powered searchlights were turned on instantly.
The blinding white light illuminated the cliff edge as if it were daytime. Qi Tongwei and the other two instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.
The helicopter hovered in mid-air, its two rocket pods looming darkly, exuding an aura of despair and death.
An electronic voice, altered by a voice changer, boomed out through a high-powered amplifier in the wind and rain:
"Director Qi, Young Master Zhao, the game is over."
"Please continue your journey."
The next second, the cover of the rocket pod slowly popped open.