Chapter 91 (1/2)

It was a short trip for Chang to run up one set of stairs. The top floor of this townhouse was more s.p.a.cious compared to the lower levels, and Chang a.s.sumed this was the gang leader's hideout.

Awakened by the sudden turmoil, the people who were sleeping on commodious leather sofas sat up. They already had weapons in their hands, and one of them was even struggling with turning on a flashlight.

There were eight gangsters residing in this lounge, two of them equipped with pistols. The flashlight they had was nothing special. It was a household type. Seeing the whole situation, Chang swiftly sneaked into a corner without a second thought. A bolt ejected quietly from the crossbow, aimed at its fated destination. It effortlessly penetrated through the chest of the man who was fumbling with flicking on the flashlight's switch.

At this moment, Chang was deaf to any screams. The flashlight dropped from an enfeebled hand and rolled in a short curve before stopping. A faint and lonely light illuminated the surrounding red fog.

The rest of the gangsters recoiled out of instinct. They then moved to stand back to back, forming a circle to defend against the unseen threat.

”What gang are you...” one man shouted to the air.

The poor man wasn't given a chance to finish his sentence. Chang was stingy with time. He just wanted to get his handgun back as soon as possible. Therefore, the second bolt he fired perforated the man's throat, bringing him and his question to the grave. The man' s handgun dropped as he kneeled to the ground.

Chang's first unexpected attack didn't leave the gangsters too much time to attack, but from the second one, the mechanic sound of the trigger left them an auditory hint. The only man in the room who held a firearm hastily turned to the source of the sound and without hesitation fired four or five times. The muzzle gave out lights from the combustion yet the dark corner only returned the noise of bullets. .h.i.tting against the wall, mocking him that he was off target.

”I didn't get him.” The shooting person was agitated by his own failure. He was only able to look around in terror.

A coldness of the blade informed the man about his fate.

The dagger performed just as well as when Chang had killed the four men. The process was as smooth as a hot blade sliding into b.u.t.ter. Chang ran to the other man once the one before him collapsed.

Clearing out the path didn't take long. He made a ninety degree turn to the door before the bodies even stopped twitching. He knew his final destination, the master bedroom.

Perhaps because Chang wasn't challenged at all in killing all these hooligans, he was overconfident and carelessly kicked the door open, only for a series of maliciouss bullets to be shot from an a.s.sault rifle to welcome his arrival.

The wily gang leader had awaited Chang for a long time. He hid behind the door so that his prey would come to him. As soon as the door opened, he pulled the trigger to release the raging bullets.

At the same time, as Chang kicked open the fragile door, he noticed the firing muzzle. His brain performed automatic calculations before he was even aware of it.

Although he didn't see the trajectory of the bullets, his brain mapped out an imagery simulation based on the sparks he saw from the rifle. He predicted that there will be seventeen bullets fired before he could dodge to the side. He also judged from the frequency of the gang leader's arm shaking that six out of seventeen bullets would hit him, and their exact location on his body.

Thus, he made a dodge before it was too late.

His thigh muscles contracted, and he lowered his head, bending down. He then took a leap to get away from the door. Five out of six bullets continued on their journey to the far end but he barely had time to evade the last one. It edged by the side of his waist, the abrasion emitting a blazing heat.

Just as the eighteenth bullet left the muzzle, Chang rolled to the side so that he was out of the shooting range. His palm covered the bleeding wound, which was burning painfully.

”I was too careless...” Chang was soaked in cold sweat when he managed to hide beside the door. He clearly understood that a man who might be ten times weaker than him could still easily kill him.

In this moment, he was reminded of the millipede which was blown up by the bazooka. It was possible for a level one human to slay a formidable organism with fine calculations and enough luck. Without the protection of the spider silk bulletproof vest, the last gunshot could have been a fatal wound.

Upon realising the cruel fact, Chang became more lucid and careful about the situation he was confronted with.

It all happened in a flash, the holligan guards from the first floor arrived in a fl.u.s.ter. Before the gangsters noticed him, Chang sprang up and gripped onto the lighting crown molding and rested his feet against the wall as if he was a gecko.

”Who is it? Who attacked us?” The hooligans had nothing but flashlights and wooden rods in their hands. The light restlessly swung around, illuminating the red fog.

Chang carefully moved along the lighting crown molding, backed by the fine calculations in hismind. None of the light beams spotted him.

Lurking in the corner, Chang hung himself upside down to free his hands so that he could reload the crossbow.

”Stay alert! I don't know how many intruders there are, but I get the feeling that there aren't many. They must have gone through an advanced evolu...” The gang leader spoke again, but he failed to give the complete warning to his followers.

Chang loosened one foot and kicked against the wall, landing with a nice backflip. He dashed across the hooligans in the route he'd planned, reaching the bedroom door in two seconds. At the same time as he entered the bedroom, he pulled the trigger to release the arched bowstring. Before the gang leader even knew what had happened, the bolt had already punctured his shoulder blade. As the result of damaging the bone and nerves, the a.s.sault rifle dropped.

Chang was fast enough the catch it before it touched the ground. The magazine of the a.s.sault rifle was already replaced by the gang leader, so Chang made a 180 degree turn and scoured the hooligans.

Bratata!

The power of the a.s.sault rifle was fully utilized in Chang's hands. The bullets were discharged like fearless soldiers, chasing and slaughtering the gangsters.

Those people ditched their leader immediately to flee from the firearm. All of them had their hands covering their heads as they hurried to the staircase. n.o.body dared to risk their life to come back again.

A stream of smoke rose from the muzzle. Chang discarded the heated a.s.sault rifle, staring at the man who was nailed to the wardrobe by the bolt.