Chapter 53

Just now, Mr. Wang drew his gun at the fastest speed of his life, but when Qian Ye shot down five people outside and then hit his arm, his gun had not even been raised to aim!

This should never have happened! Not to mention the speed of drawing his gun, Mr. Wang had the ability of a Level 1 Warrior, and firearms were not enough to incapacitate him. However, Qian Ye's shots hit the joint, making his entire arm unable to lift.

Mr. Wang was both shocked and frightened, clutching his arm and exclaiming, "You are definitely not an ordinary person! Who... who are you?"

The speed and accuracy of Qian Ye's shots were something Mr. Wang had never seen before. From the moment he burst in, even while speaking, he did not make any unnecessary movements. This was the most genuine military style, and it was not something that ordinary special forces could train.

Although Qian Ye's file stated he was a Level 1 Warrior, Mr. Wang now knew there was definitely something wrong. With the speed, strength, and terrifying judgment and accuracy Qian Ye had displayed, in a real battlefield, even those Level 3 experts would mostly die at his hands.

How could such an expert hide in a small rural town like Beacon Town and run a shabby little bar?

Qian Ye seemed to ignore Yan Laohu and Mr. Wang as they were breaking through the wall. He picked up a magazine, reloaded, and then the gun barrel suddenly spewed sparks. Two shots hit Yan Laohu's knee, causing him to scream and fall to the ground at the stairwell.

Then Qian Ye leaned over the railing and fired four more shots. This time, it was Mr. Wang's turn to scream as he jumped over the railing and ran out the door. His hands and legs were hit, and he fell backward.

Qian Ye looked at the clearly crudely made gun in his hand and shook his head helplessly. Four shots, and none of them broke Mr. Wang's bones; they were just flesh wounds. As a Level 1 Warrior, Mr. Wang still had room to fight back.

When the first Origin Node is activated, a cultivator's physical attributes significantly improve, increasing by about 50% compared to before cultivation. With each level up, physical attributes continue to improve. Thus, when facing higher-level Warriors, firearms become increasingly insufficient and gradually exit the stage.

Qian Ye easily leaped from the third floor, picked up another magazine, and calmly reloaded. Then he walked to Mr. Wang and said, "I forgot to mention, I don't like you either."

Qian Ye raised his gun and aimed it at Mr. Wang's forehead. A cunning look flashed in Mr. Wang's eyes, but his face showed fear. However, Qian Ye suddenly smiled and moved the gun slightly.

Mr. Wang's face immediately changed, truly terrified and panicked, exclaiming, "No! Don't kill me! We can talk, anything can be talked about!"

As Mr. Wang shouted, he raised his hands to protect his head and face, no longer bothering to pretend. With the body strength of a Level 1 Warrior, Qian Ye's shot would not penetrate his skull, and he still had room to fake death. But when Qian Ye moved the gun, he aimed directly at his eyes!

Even a Level 7 Warrior's eyes could not withstand a bullet, so Mr. Wang immediately knew his little trick could not fool Qian Ye.

Qian Ye said calmly, "Unfortunately, I heard something I shouldn't have."

Bang!

The gun went off, and this shot hit Mr. Wang's crotch. This part could not withstand a bullet either.

Mr. Wang screamed, clutching his groin.

Seeing Qian Ye's gun still aimed at his eyes, and no matter how he dodged, the gun always stayed on his eyes, Mr. Wang screamed, "You can't kill me! I am Qi Yue's uncle. If you kill me, the Qi family will never let you off! No matter how powerful you are, you can't escape the Empire's Expeditionary Army!"

"The Qi family..." Qian Ye seemed to be pondering. He suddenly swung his gun backward, and several shots rang out, taking down a few more people who had sneaked in from outside.

There was one last bullet left in the gun.

Qian Ye raised his gun again, pointing it at Mr. Wang, and said calmly, "I will settle accounts with Qi Yue too. You're just a step ahead. Don't worry, he will follow."

Mr. Wang was truly stunned, "You, you want to kill our young master? You're crazy, absolutely crazy! Do you know who he is? Do you think he's just the Qi family's young master? He..."

Bang!

The gun went off, and a blood flower bloomed in Mr. Wang's eye socket. He could no longer speak, his expression blank, and he slowly fell backward.

Qian Ye turned to look at Yan Laohu, who was half hanging on the third-floor stairs.

Yan Laohu was already scared stiff, crouching in the corner, sweating profusely. Half from fear, half from pain. He did not have Mr. Wang's strength, so his bones were not hard enough. Qian Ye's two shots had shattered his knees.

He looked at Qian Ye in despair, knowing he would not be spared. He regretted it deeply, wishing he had never come to rob Beacon Town, which led to encountering this killing god.

Yan Laohu had also been through many dangerous situations, but he had never seen such a terrifying person as Qian Ye. Qian Ye's strength was not the strongest he had seen, but the calm and composure in his killing made people shiver from the bottom of their hearts. Yan Laohu had heard that only the most mysterious elite corps in the Empire produced such monsters born for killing.

Yan Laohu did not know that his guess was close to the truth. Among the hundreds of special forces in the Empire, the Red Scorpions always ranked in the top three.

Seeing Yan Laohu's state, Qian Ye lost interest in tormenting him.

"Where is Min'er?"

"She's in the room on the first floor, the one at the far end," Yan Laohu answered honestly.

Qian Ye nodded, walked over, and slit Yan Laohu's throat with a dagger, ending his life.

Qian Ye returned to the previous room, picked up the gun Mr. Wang had dropped, and checked it.

This was the Dawnlight Model 1 Origin Gun, an antique designed before the Dawn War, with an Origin conversion rate of only 10%. Its body was over half a meter long, and in terms of size, it was more like a portable assault rifle than a handgun.

The Dawnlight series of Origin Guns were still in use because they were cheap, simple in structure, and easy to maintain. A custom Scorpion Needle could buy tens of thousands of Dawnlights.

No matter how old and inefficient the Dawnlight Model 1 was, it was still an Origin Gun, and its close-range power was comparable to a large-caliber rifle. A Warrior with an Origin Gun in hand was a completely different level of combat power compared to one without.

This Dawnlight was well-maintained, showing that Mr. Wang took good care of it. Qian Ye was satisfied and held it in his left hand, then picked up a double-barreled shotgun with his right hand and walked out of the room.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, a hail of bullets came at him!

Qian Ye did a backflip to avoid the bullets, then jumped over the railing and landed on the ground.

The two gunmen lying on top of a large, scrapped machine in the northwest corner of the hall were almost dumbfounded. This guy had jumped from the third floor and landed without any injury, and immediately raised his gun to aim at them!

The two gunmen quickly retreated, using a piece of scrap metal for cover. Their reaction was quick and correct, but Qian Ye pulled the trigger of the Dawnlight!

A bullet glowing with orange light shot out of the gun, and this heavy-duty enhanced Origin bullet blasted through a two-centimeter-thick steel plate, shattering half of the two gunmen's bodies. Metal and flesh fragments flew and rained down.

This was within Qian Ye's expectations. If Origin Guns did not have this much power, how could humans use them to fight the dark races? They would just use swords and spears. Moreover, Qian Ye's Origin attribute was particularly explosive, making his Origin bullets much more powerful than others.

Qian Ye continuously injected Origin energy into the Dawnlight, and slowly a new Origin energy bullet formed in the chamber. With Qian Ye's current Origin level, he could fire three shots with this Dawnlight. A Level 1 Warrior like Mr. Wang could only fire one.

Qian Ye waited for the new Origin bullet to form, then walked to the room at the end of the hall. Yan Laohu had brought few men here, and after Qian Ye killed a dozen, the rest fled.

The door to the room at the end was not locked. When Qian Ye pushed it open, a strong smell of blood and decay hit him.

A naked woman was chained to the wall, her body covered in wounds of various sizes, and filth was everywhere. The wounds were already infected, and maggots were crawling in and out.

The woman's head was lowered, but her figure, which still retained a hint of youthful vitality, was likely Min'er. But seeing those wounds, Qian Ye knew she was beyond saving.

Hearing the sound, Min'er struggled to lift her head. Two streams of blood were flowing from her tightly closed eyes, and Qian Ye realized her eyes had been gouged out!

Qian Ye's hands suddenly trembled. If he had seen this scene earlier, he would not have let Yan Laohu and Mr. Wang die so easily! In the Red Scorpions, he had learned no less than fifty cruel torture methods, the pain of which even the dark races could not withstand.

"Who is it?" Min'er seemed to sense something and asked, listening carefully.

"...It's me, Qian Ye."

Min'er smiled with joy and said, "You came! What about those people outside..."

"Yan Laohu and Mr. Wang are dead. Next is Qi Yue; he won't escape." Qian Ye spoke calmly, as if it were a quiet afternoon and he was just bringing her a cup of tea and chatting casually.

Min'er smiled and said, "Do you know, after they killed Young Master Zhao, Qi Yue made me accompany him. I agreed and did it with all my effort. Then, when he was least guarded, I bit him hard down there. It felt so good! Every time I shook my head, he would scream, louder than an alarm clock!"

She laughed loudly, then lowered her voice and sighed, "Unfortunately, you guys who cultivate Origin are monsters. His part was too tough, and I couldn't bite through it. I used all my strength but still couldn't break it, and I lost several teeth. What a loss."

Qian Ye listened silently, then sighed and said, "You didn't need to do this for Young Master Zhao. You should have lived well, and I would take care of the revenge."

Min'er sighed softly, "It's different! I know I'm not a woman people respect. But that day, Young Master Zhao told me, I am one of us..."

She suddenly smiled brightly, "If I'm one of us, I should act like one, right?"

"Of course!"

"Qian Ye, can you do me a favor? I want to wash my face, and if possible, take a shower. I want to die clean."

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