Night's Nomenclature
Chapter 266: Trajectory

On the blood-stained Xingshu Road, Nangeng Chen crouched in a corner, sheltering with a group of innocent bystanders. At this moment, everyone was as silent as cicadas in winter.

Only Nangeng Chen had the presence of mind to fiddle with his phone. He opened the Daybreak group chat. The first to speak was Autumn Snow: "What happened on Xingshu Road? I heard gunfire."

"It wasn't gunfire, it was sniper fire," Nangeng Chen replied slowly. "A group of people tried to kidnap me, but the Boss saved me. Now all the assassins are going after the Boss. I'm fine."

"Gunfire? Can gunfire sound that heavy?" Autumn Snow questioned. "Little Duck, where are you now? I'll come and save you."

"No, no, you should pay attention to your own safety," Nangeng Chen said.

At this time, he was pondering a question: If this sniper wasn't Qing Chen, then who else could it be?

In the Daybreak group, he and Li Tongyun were the few who truly knew the truth. The two of them knew Qing Chen was the Shadow Candidate, that he was Daybreak's Boss.

Moreover, Nangeng Chen also knew that besides the people in the group, there was only one other Daybreak member, a girl named Yang Yang. There were no hidden snipers.

So he was thinking, although he didn't know when Qing Chen obtained a sniper rifle or when he brought it back, it was most likely Qing Chen himself...

No one else could give him this sense of security, this timely arrival.

But as he thought about this, he suddenly realized that if the sniper really was Qing Chen, then the other party's early departure and ambush tonight, and the instruction to study hard in the classroom, meant he'd already planned to use him as bait!

The shot that hit the assassin's leg had passed between his legs!

Nangeng Chen subconsciously looked at the distance between himself and the Kailai Hotel—it was so far!

What if the shot had been off? He would have been crippled!

"Xiaonan!" Someone shouted from the other side of Xingshu Road.

Nangeng Chen turned his head and saw Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen rushing out of the residential area, each carrying an exquisitely crafted hand crossbow!

He wondered where they got them.

Gun control is strict in the country. These two families actually equipped them with hand crossbows.

This thing, if it hit someone, would either kill or cripple them.

Seeing the two about to cross the road, Nangeng Chen immediately panicked: "I told you not to worry about me!"

But the two, after assessing their surroundings, ran to his side regardless and carried him away, Zhang Tianzhen saying, "Are you injured? We'll take you to the hospital now."

"I'm fine," Nangeng Chen said, crying and laughing. "I'm really fine!"

"Where's the Boss?" Hu Xiaoniu asked in a low voice.

"Over at the Kailai Hotel, but the gunfire has stopped for a while. I don't know if he's still there," Nangeng Chen looked back, but could no longer see anyone on the rooftop of the Kailai Hotel.

He then looked at the two beside him. To be honest, he hadn't expected them to come to his rescue.

"By the way, hand crossbows are contraband, right? Is it really okay to have these?" Nangeng Chen asked.

Hu Xiaoniu thought for a moment and said, "These are collectibles; we have certificates. They can scare off criminals. It's fine if we don't use them."

Nangeng Chen: "...You guys have some wild connections."

Not every criminal can get firearms. A hand crossbow is indeed enough to deter a large number of people.

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In the dimly lit service corridor of the Kailai Hotel, Qing Chen was silently walking downstairs.

In the entire corridor, only the green emergency exit signs occasionally emitted light.

Qing Chen knew he had to leave quickly. Otherwise, whether surrounded by Huan Yu's people or Kunlun's, the consequences were unpredictable.

However, as he quickly descended the stairs, he suddenly stopped and slowed his breathing.

Only then did he finally hear almost imperceptible breathing from a section of the stairs below.

Someone was hiding there.

Sure enough, on the battlefield, one must always remain cautious, or one may easily capsize in a ditch.

In the service corridor, Qing Chen and the assassin both fell silent. The other party even held their breath.

The assassin wasn't in a hurry because he knew his reinforcements were on their way and would arrive soon.

Qing Chen should be the one in a hurry, because if he didn't leave the building soon, he would be surrounded.

Qing Chen knew he couldn't hide back in the hotel, because Kunlun had surrounded the area. Having killed so many thugs with a sniper rifle, he would still have problems.

He had to leave immediately.

The next moment, Qing Chen slowly squatted down at the turn of the stairs between the 4th and 3rd floors, then raised his hand, aimed at the iron door at the exit of the 3rd-floor service corridor, and pulled the trigger.

The loud gunshot was particularly abrupt in the corridor!

Startled by the gunshot, the assassin unconsciously swayed, and the rustling of his clothes was heard in the service corridor.

However, the assassin quickly recovered. The shot only hit the iron door of the service corridor and didn't injure him at all.

After all, there were two sections of folding stairs between floors, and there was a corner between him and Qing Chen. Such a shot was meaningless.

The next moment, Qing Chen pulled the trigger again.

The bullet didn't embed itself in the iron door but bounced around in the service corridor.

The assassin sneered inwardly. He thought Qing Chen's actions were futile.

However, Qing Chen was impassively observing the sparks from the bullet hitting the iron door.

Then he pulled the trigger again.

He pulled the trigger again.

The assassin's spirits had relaxed, but at the fourth shot, he suddenly felt a numbness in his right chest.

He instinctively reached out to touch it, but found his chest covered in blood, with a small hole!

The assassin was a little incredulous. He widened his eyes, slowly kneeling down, not understanding until his death how Qing Chen had done it.

He knew Qing Chen had used the iron door next to the service corridor to create ricocheting bullets. On the fourth shot, the bullet that had bounced around the service corridor hit his chest.

He also knew that Qing Chen didn't have absolute certainty and only succeeded on the fourth shot.

But the key question was: Qing Chen had succeeded.

How could he succeed? How could such a legendary thing succeed? Was he even human?

Vaguely, the assassin kneeling on the ground saw the young man walking down the stairs.

The young man's expression was calm, and he didn't even glance at him, as if he were just a weed casually encountered on his life's path.

In fact, these four shots were not easy for Qing Chen either. The key was the first shot.

The gunshot sounded abruptly in the corridor. The rustling of the assassin's clothes below revealed his position. The next three shots each required a precise analysis of the trajectory.

Even the fourth shot still had some element of luck.

As he went downstairs, Qing Chen even had time to glance at the Daybreak group chat.

Boss: "Liu Dezhu, where are you?"

Liu Dezhu: "Almost there, almost there, Boss, wait for me!"

Brave Little Ox: "Boss, Zhang Tianzhen and I are on Xingshu Road now; we can come to support."

Boss: "No need, Liu Dezhu is enough."

Tonight's battle, the C-class Liu Dezhu would be able to surprise any enemy.

Outside the service corridor was the back door of the Kailai Hotel, and beyond that was Xingshu Road.

But just as Qing Chen walked out of the service corridor, he suddenly raised his hand and fired a shot at a certain patch of tree crown shadow not far away.

The person in the shadow, caught off guard, was forced to jump down from the dense tree crown to avoid the flying bullet.

The assassin quickly rolled on the ground, while Qing Chen stood impassively at the entrance of the service corridor. Bullet after bullet hit the ground, the scattered stone chips slapping the assassin's Face^[-], burning with a fiery pain.

The assassin looked very disheveled, but when Qing Chen saw the opponent's speed, his pupils contracted.

He no longer relied on the advantage of having a firearm, but quickly retreated back into the stairs of the service corridor!

However, Qing Chen retreated decisively, but the opponent pursued even more decisively, and even faster than Qing Chen!

Qing Chen fired to stop him, but the speed at which he turned his gun was not as fast as the opponent's running speed, so he couldn't hit him.

It wasn't that his marksmanship wasn't good enough, but the opponent's level was far above his.

Before Qing Chen could completely retreat into the service corridor, the assassin was already in front of him, smashing a fist into his chest.

With a loud bang, the young man flew back onto the stairs of the service corridor.

However, just as the assassin was about to continue chasing into the service corridor, he suddenly stopped.

Then he retreated quickly.

Qing Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood, quickly using his clothes to catch it.

He slowly got up and, with the door of the service corridor as a boundary, both retreated to a safe distance.

The assassin silently examined his abdomen. The clothes there were torn, and tiny beads of blood seeped from the cut under the skin.

This was the effect of a sharp cut, very sharp.

However, the assassin frowned, looking at the service corridor but seeing nothing. There seemed to be an invisible knife across the corridor.

Qing Chen silently retracted the Marionette. Just now, at the critical moment, he had wrapped the transparent thread on his wrist around the entrance of the service corridor and then infused it with Knight True Qi.

If it weren't for this, the other party might have already rushed in to fight him at close range.

"Very fast, possibly a peak D-class, or possibly an early C-class," Qing Chen silently judged in his heart. Fighting an enemy with such a gap, even if Qing Chen was proficient in martial arts, it wouldn't help.

The other party was most likely a Gene Soldier, not an Awakened One or a cultivator. If it were the latter two, they should have used other methods.

What surprised Qing Chen was that, logically, this assassin's strength should not require him to be subservient to others. Why would he work for Huan Yu?

Did Huan Yu offer benefits that were tempting enough to the other party?

Or was this Huan Yu himself?

No, Qing Chen shook his head secretly. Huan Yu, the kind of person who hid behind the scenes to control everything, wouldn't come to the scene; it didn't fit his style.

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