I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 297 - 216: Seeing the Sword... As Seeing You?

Chapter 297: Chapter 216: Seeing the Sword... As Seeing You?

Faced with the continuous vigilance of the people inside the door, Bai Shi realized that mere words might not be sufficient to completely eliminate their suspicions.

So, he decided to adopt a more direct and persuasive strategy to coax the two inside to open the door.

Bai Shi maintained a natural smile, his tone even more sincere as he said, "Sir, to ensure the security of the delivery, our company requires that it must be delivered inside. It will absolutely not take up too much of your time."

While speaking, Bai Shi also pulled a forged identity card from his pocket and displayed it for the eyes peering through the crack in the door.

"You see, this is my employee identity card. It has a scannable QR code; you can use your phone to scan it and verify my identity."

His words flowed smoothly and were full of confidence.

After finishing, Bai Shi slipped the card under the door.

Then, there was a temporary lack of response from inside.

Bai Shi understood that they were likely trying to scan the QR code.

Regarding this, Bai Shi was not at all panicked.

In terms of forgery, he was a professional.

The results of their scan would only be exactly the same as the real one, or you could say it was real.

His identity as a courier was genuinely listed on the employee roster of a certain delivery company, having added his relevant information.

After a long while, the door slowly opened.

But it only opened enough to allow Bai Shi to enter sideways; clearly, they were still maintaining their last line of defense.

"Come in."

A voice from inside said.

Bai Shi entered composedly.

Everything inside the room caught his eye.

The place, after being rummaged through by the two, was in a state of unprecedented chaos.

Paintings, like abandoned memories, leaned haphazardly against each other, their frames bearing the scrapes of time from inadvertent collisions.

Some canvases were half-hidden under a pile of disorganized sketchbooks, as if creativity had been interrupted by a sudden storm, the thoughts left uncollected.

Statues, however, more conspicuously scattered about, the cold hard texture of marble and bronze standing out in stark, yet oddly harmonious contrast against this artistic wreckage.

A small angel statue with a broken arm lay lonely under the colorful spots of an abstract painting, seemingly telling a tale of beauty and brokenness.

However, the Golden Winged Roc Statue and Gundam Statue were still deliberately calm and composed.

At the same time, Bai Shi and the people inside were face to face.

His heartbeat quickened, but he maintained the composure and professionalism expected of a courier, the delivery box in his hand being his only cover at the moment.

Because all the curtains were drawn, the interior lighting was slightly dim, a suffocating atmosphere rushing forward to meet him, in stark contrast to the bright weather outside.

The man standing at the door was burly, his eyes revealing wariness and indifference, as he commanded briefly and forcefully, "Put it down, leave."

Bai Shi quickly scanned the room; the second person sitting on the sofa also heightened his alertness.

He was dressed casually, seemingly flipping through a magazine nonchalantly, but in reality, his eyes never left Bai Shi. The outline at his waist clearly indicated a hidden threat.

"Sorry, sir, I need you to sign for it."

"There’s a section in the middle of the package where you need to sign your name, and at the package seal here, I need to also sign a name. Just use a marker pen is fine."

"After these, I can take a photo of the package, and that will be done."

Bai Shi’s tone was courteous yet insistent.

It might seem like he was discussing signing the package, but in reality, he was signaling to Nick Horton, who had already reached the bedroom.

"Sign in the middle of the package," meant there’s one person in the middle of the room, you take care of it.

"I’ll sign at the package seal," meant there’s one person at the door; I’ll handle it.

"Just use a marker pen is fine," meant both individuals are equipped, referring to the pre-arranged code between the two; a marker pen denoted a gun.

These coded messages, like passwords, were transmitted through a wireless earpiece to Nick Horton’s ears, giving him a comprehensive understanding of the interior layout and the subsequent actions.

"All this trouble?"

The burly man at the door frowned as he spoke.

Time seemed to stand still, the air filled with tension and unease.

"Sorry, it’s company policy."

"Honestly, I find it quite troublesome too."

Bai Shi continued to engage cleverly in conversation with the man at the door, skillfully using the dialogue to divert his attention.

Just then, he caught a subtle moment — the two seemed slightly relaxed due to his "persistence," a hint of impatience flickering in their eyes.

The opportunity had arrived!

"If you don’t want to sign for it, then please choose the return option on your phone."

Bai Shi spoke softly, signaling the start of their action.

At this moment, suddenly a loud sound came from the direction of the bedroom, as Nick Horton, following the plan, burst open the bedroom door with lightning speed.

The loud noise, like thunder, instantly shattered the room’s tranquility, successfully drawing the attention of the two men inside.

As they turned their heads, Nick Horton’s gun was already steadily aimed at the man on the sofa, without any hesitation; he pulled the trigger, delivering a precise first strike.

Amid the muffled sound covered by the silencer.

The man was neatly killed by a clean shot.

The man at the door was shocked by this sudden change, his whole body jolted.

He instinctively tried to react, but before he could grasp the situation.

A cold touch came from his spine.

It was Bai Shi’s gun pressed against his backbone.

"Don’t move."

Bai Shi’s voice was low and firm, making the man swallow nervously, not daring to move.

In a split second, the situation in the room had completely reversed in just a few seconds.

Bai Shi and Nick Horton’s tacit cooperation, along with their precise timing, made this operation nearly textbook perfect.

The two exchanged glances, no words necessary.

Nick Horton walked directly over to the man on the sofa, aimed at his forehead and chest, fired once at each, and then took the handgun the man was carrying and secured it.

Then.

He took out the rope he was carrying, came to the man at the door, and after collecting the gun from him, tied him thoroughly to a chair.

Having done all this.

Bai Shi and Nick Horton exchanged a look, then sighed in relief.

The operation was going smoothly.

The whole process was not complicated.

The main tactic was a quiet infiltration with a pincer attack from both sides to catch the enemy off guard.

Considering that there might be others coming,

Bai Shi took out a truth serum and without another word, began injecting the man in front of him.

He didn’t care whether the man would tell the truth or not.

Using the truth serum was simply more convenient.

The use of such drugs came with complex and severe health risks. They often had neurotoxic effects, and prolonged or excessive use could erode the nervous system, leading to memory decline, cognitive dysfunction, and emotional instability.

Additionally, the truth serum could trigger severe psychological side effects, such as emotional imbalance, panic attacks, depression symptoms, and disrupt mental health stability.

Finally, there were physiological issues like dizziness, increased heart rate, nausea, vomiting, and elevated blood pressure.

But Bai Shi didn’t care.

He just wanted to urgently figure out who the mastermind behind these people was.

But before he could start questioning,

a gunshot muted by a silencer suddenly sounded.

Nick Horton was shot in the back, and the strong impact knocked him to the ground.

Although the bulletproof vest prevented the bullet from penetrating, the powerful force still knocked him out after his intense exertion.

At that moment,

Bai Shi immediately realized their locked door had been skillfully picked open.

The motion sensor he had placed at the door seemed to have been detected and avoided. The assailants were already in their faces without triggering any alert.

The opponent was a master, an absolute master!

His own warning system had failed—or rather, had been figured out by the opponent!

Could it be... the drug lord had hired one of those formidable assassin organizations internationally?

At that moment, his mind was flooded with thoughts.

But there was no time to consider them further.

Bai Shi didn’t hesitate; he lunged forward and leaped behind the couch.

Several following shots whizzed by him.

One bullet struck his left arm, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Enduring the pain,

Bai Shi pulled out an adrenaline shot and quickly injected himself, then almost painlessly clamped his left arm with an emergency tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

Because he had taken cover,

The person with the gun, considering their ammo, didn’t shoot rashly, so Bai Shi had about a dozen seconds to bandage himself.

But at that moment,

Bai Shi realized he also couldn’t escape.

The opponent had surely aimed at the couch.

The moment he showed his head, there would be an unhesitant bullet flying his way.

Moreover, Nick Horton’s fate was uncertain at this time.

Mulling it over,

Bai Shi tried to calm himself down.

Temporarily ignoring whether Nick Horton was dead or alive, he tried to think of a way to break the situation.

However, no matter how much he thought,

he was clueless at that moment.

His position was locked down, and every way out was at a tactical disadvantage.

The opponent only needed to keep their gun trained on him.

Looking at the fragments of statues and paintings scattered around,

Bai Shi wondered if he could throw something to distract the opponent and then dash out from the other side to seize a chance to shoot?

But if he did that...

Could he really hit the opponent under those circumstances?

He wasn’t exactly a combat expert.

He didn’t have Nick Horton’s vitality.

He knew very well,

if he dashed out, he probably wouldn’t hit his target. Then the opponent would react and he’d be finished with a precision shot.

But...

what could he do if he didn’t try to escape?

Bai Shi swallowed hard, took a couple of deep breaths, and was just about to make a dash for it when,

suddenly,

he felt something moving in his pocket.

Perplexed, he pulled it out and found it was the Jade Sword he always carried vibrating.

Huh? Why was this thing vibrating?

Bewildered, Bai Shi looked at the Jade Sword that Chen Yun had given him.

Before he could think any further,

the Jade Sword slipped from his palm and shot out instantly.

The next moment,

a sound of someone hitting the ground was heard.

Scared, Bai Shi shivered.

And the next second, the Jade Sword, now with a trace of blood, flew back into his hand.

The vibration stopped.

Bai Shi looked at the blood-stained Jade Sword in his palm and couldn’t help but swallow hard.

A bold idea suddenly sprung into his mind.

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