Chapter 49

Furen had been in the cycle space for many years. In the early days, to struggle for survival, he endured a lot, and the long-term bloody killings had formed a fixed mindset. In his eyes, there were only two types of people: the dead and those who posed no threat.

The dead were usually former enemies or threatening passersby. The foreigner in front of Furen was just such a case. Since this person dared to snipe during a police shootout with robbers, he certainly didn't take the police seriously and was likely to commit more crimes. Furen felt that if he didn't kill him today, he would inevitably run into him in some future case.

By then, with colleagues around, it would be several times harder for Furen to capture him alive than to kill him now. Rather than go through the trouble, it was better to end it all at once. After all, this foreigner had already killed someone.

"You're a police officer!?" The foreigner was clearly surprised.

"Which organization's assassin are you from?" Furen asked with half-closed eyes, "Poison Crow? Fierce Fox? Or Bald Owl?"

Upon hearing this, the foreigner relaxed a bit. "Haha, even a small police officer has heard of the three major assassin organizations?"

"That's not important. What's important is that those robbers don't seem to be worth your effort, right?" Furen said coldly, "Why are you in HK? Who are you targeting?"

"Since you know about Fierce Fox and Bald Owl, you should understand the rules of the assassin world, right?" The foreigner shrugged, "Why would I tell you my plans?"

"I understand the rules, but since I've cornered you here..." Furen's mind flickered, and the Glock 18, which he had kept in his hidden ring, suddenly appeared in his hand. "Papapapapapa..." The high-speed barrage of 1,300 rounds per minute sent debris flying from where the foreigner stood.

The foreigner seemed to have anticipated Furen's sudden attack, but he didn't expect it to come in such a bizarre way. When he used a custom-made violin case to block the bullets and crashed into a nearby shack, his left hand and left shoulder were already hit.

Unfortunately for the foreigner, his retreat into the shack played right into Furen's hands. Furen flipped his hand, put away the Glock 18, and when he flipped it again, he held a sharp dagger that resembled a snake's fang.

With a casual flick of the dagger, Furen grinned and disappeared into the dark corner, silently sneaking into the shack.

In the dim light, he moved swiftly and quietly, quickly catching up to the foreigner.

By now, the foreigner had lost a lot of blood and was rapidly losing strength. Furen slid in behind him, and with a small, sinister arc, the fang dagger pierced the liver area under the foreigner's right rib, twisting it a couple of times.

The foreigner almost fainted from the pain. Fortunately, he was battle-hardened. He gritted his teeth, clamped the dagger with his ribs, and swung the violin case with his injured left hand, half-turning to strike Furen's face.

Furen had seen the violin case block bullets and knew it was dangerous. Although his head and body were several times stronger than an ordinary person's, a solid hit from such a bulletproof object would still make him see stars. He had to dodge with a large clockwise backward head spin.

Thinking his plan had worked, the foreigner tried to push Furen's dagger hand away and escape again. However, Furen's mind flickered, and the fang dagger vanished from the foreigner's clamped ribs.

Without the fang dagger blocking, Furen could feel the blood gushing from the foreigner's liver.

The foreigner knew it was bad. He covered the wound with both hands, staggered back a few steps, and his face contorted in pain and horror. His eyes, no longer hidden by sunglasses, showed immense shock. He laughed bitterly, "You said you're a police officer!? A police officer who uses a dagger more skillfully than a gun? I finally understand why you want to kill me. Rivals are enemies, and this saying is spot on!" After saying so much, he panted heavily, his eyes flashing with despair.

Furen wagged his finger. "You're just a third-rate assassin. I'm not in the same line of work as you." He paused and continued, "I'll give you one last chance. What are you doing in HK...?" As he spoke, he used the same trick, sliding in front of the foreigner and kicking his shin.

"Aaaah—"

The foreigner groaned and slid to the ground. Furen showed no mercy, following up with another kick that exploded his head.

Looking at the red and white mess on the ground, Furen felt no discomfort. Since the area was about to be demolished and no one was around, he flipped his hand, and the fang dagger, which had suddenly disappeared, reappeared from his hidden ring. He wiped the blood on the headless foreigner's body and put it away.

Furen also thoroughly searched the foreigner's body and the surrounding area within ten meters, ensuring nothing was missed. He then pulled out a plastic bag from his hidden ring, put everything he found inside, and planned to study it later.

As for the foreigner's body, Furen used a butcher's knife from his hidden ring to dismember it, packed it in several burlap bags, and temporarily stored it in the hidden ring (①), planning to deal with it later.

By now, the sound of police sirens was faintly heard outside the shack. Although he hadn't been stained with blood, Furen calmly broke down a few wooden walls nearby, changed his clothes, and returned along the original path, meeting his colleagues who had just arrived at the alley entrance.

In response to the routine questioning, Furen explained that he had been searching for suspects nearby and rushed over when he heard the gunshots. After checking, he only found shell casings, bullet holes, and bloodstains, but no suspicious individuals.

The search results at the scene matched Furen's account, so he was quickly allowed to leave. By the time he returned to the bank entrance, the Flying Tigers had successfully rescued the hostages.

Lifeng, seeing Furen, asked with concern, "You said you were looking for someone. Did you find them?"

Furen shrugged nonchalantly. "I was too late. Someone else got there first. They had a shootout, leaving a ground full of shell casings and bloodstains, but no bodies or suspicious individuals!"

"Ah?" Lifeng was slightly surprised.

"The uniformed colleagues are still on the scene. I saw nothing was wrong, so I came back," Furen said with a regretful expression. "By the way, did your operation go smoothly?"

"Are you kidding me?" Lifeng laughed. "When the Flying Tigers are on the job..."

"One man is worth two!" Furen added.

In a high-end suite at the Jingcheng International Hotel, six or seven people were scattered around the room, lying, standing, or sitting in various corners, looking quite peculiar. Among them were Asians, blacks, and fair-haired, blue-eyed Europeans. Although they were in the same room, they hardly communicated. However, they shared a common trait: each person, regardless of gender, was extremely strong, both physically and in their eyes, so they always wore sunglasses to conceal their strength.

The leader was a white man whose eyes were different from the others. They didn't look particularly strong but were full of沧桑 (cang桑, meaning "weathered" or "worldly"). The others, scattered in various corners, seemed to fear him and never made eye contact.

If Furen had seen these people, he would have scoffed. The others' eyes alone revealed they were not top-notch. Who would engrave "I am vicious and strong" on their face? As for the white leader, his eyes constantly revealed his experiences, which would only make true experts more cautious. His strength was not much higher than a third-rate or second-rate assassin, not much stronger than the foreign sniper Furen had just killed.

To be honest, the assassin "Furen" once had sharp eyes, but after years of integration, Furen had made his eyes completely natural. Unless he wanted to, he wouldn't reveal any killing intent or secrets.

Ten minutes passed, and the white leader finally broke the silence. "We won't wait for Wink. Let's discuss the plan."

A man who looked like a Cebu monkey immediately agreed. "Boss Ceson, that's right. Wink is responsible for the high point. You can assign it separately, which will increase the secrecy of the operation!"

"Whoosh—"

The Cebu monkey dodged as a shiny, dark red dagger whizzed past his nose, making him break out in a cold sweat. "Monica, what the hell are you doing?"

The tall, blonde, and curvaceous white woman, Monica, glanced at the Cebu monkey and sneered, "If the operation isn't kept secret, it's because you leaked it."

The Cebu monkey was stunned, then angrily retorted, "What bullshit are you spouting!"

"Enough, all of you, shut up!" Ceson suddenly roared.

Monica and the Cebu monkey instantly fell silent.

"Alright, let's discuss the plan!" Ceson called out again.

Everyone gathered around the coffee table. A black man, who looked even more muscular than Schwarzenegger, asked, "Boss, did Wink get the backup time?"

Ceson took out his phone, found a text message, and showed it to everyone. "He sent a message: b.d.g.m!"

"Doesn't that mean the nearest police can arrive in two minutes? That's too short!" the Cebu monkey exclaimed.

"Shut up!" everyone, including Ceson, shouted in unison.

After returning to Fanling with the team, it was soon time to clock out. Furen declined the invitation to go to Happy Hour and drove his Bentley towards Yuen Long.

While driving, Furen took out the items from the foreign sniper and found his phone. He tried to turn it on, and it started immediately.

However, the phone was password-protected, but this didn't bother Furen. He paused the car by the roadside, took out a decoder from his hidden ring, and quickly cracked the password, entering the phone system.

Checking the call log, Furen found that the last call the foreign sniper had made was three days ago. He memorized the number but didn't call it immediately. Checking the messages, the most recent one was sent three hours ago, around the time the Flying Tigers arrived at the bank robbery scene.

"b.d.g.m, a string of seemingly meaningless letters," Furen pinched his chin and sneered, "Hmm, interesting!"

(①: The hidden ring's space is one cubic meter, which can hold one ton of water. Since a person's density is similar to water, a 90-kilogram person would occupy less than 0.1 cubic meters.)

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