Chapter 73: Sea Wind is Ruthless, Asking the White Horse for Divination

The night deepened, on the top floor of the Shinian Hotel.

Nearly twenty people gathered in the conference room here, and on the oval table were the weapons and magical artifacts they had brought.

"Did you really find Nie Longding's tracks?"

"This old thing, he finally couldn't escape our investigation."

"Don't fight with me; when the time comes, I want his skull. Whether it's made into a magical artifact or collected, it's too meaningful."

This group of people discussed heatedly, but when checking their own weapons, they were extremely serious, and no one was negligent.

Scarface had a cigarette in his mouth, scanned the people sitting there, and asked.

"Where is Su Ha?"

A big fat chef next to him was taking off his chef's uniform and putting on a bulletproof vest, and upon hearing this, said: "I called him, but couldn't get through."

Scarface took out his own phone and dialed a number.

His usual phone might have been damaged by fighting with someone again; Scarface was now calling his backup phone, which rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Xiao Qin said: "Could he have really gone to blow up the casino?"

"Here, where would he have the ability to get so much explosives?"

Scarface replied, flipped out Li Kang and A Luo's phone numbers, dialed them both, and no one answered.

The chef said: "The three of them haven't been back for several years. We practiced joint attacks and cultivated tacit understanding; we didn't count on them anyway, forget it if they don't go."

Someone next to him laughed: "Anyway, if they don't go, it will be them who regret it later."

"Went outside to wander for a few years and came back with their noses in the air. Hmph, if we really fight, the rest of us joining forces against the three of them could kill them three times over in ten minutes."

Scarface didn't speak, and after a while, dialed the backup number again.

"It seems they really can't be called."

Scarface stood up, "The tiger is old but its spirit remains; I suppose you all know very well that we will likely have casualties on this trip tonight. I don't know how many of us will be able to come back alive."

The chef slapped the table, the flesh on his face jumping, gritting his teeth.

"Boss, no need to say so much; I've long wanted to fight that old bastard to the death, only regretting that I didn't have the chance to fight him to the death before."

Different expressions appeared on everyone's faces, but what was the same was that kind of killing intent.

The lights in the conference room flickered on and off, and cracks appeared on the crystal chandelier.

In the flickering light and darkness, everyone had already stood up and taken their weapons.

"Good!"

Scarface's single eye seemed brighter than the unstable lights, "I don't know where Nie Longding will be tomorrow."

"We set off tonight!"

The bright moon hung high.

The surging sea waves crashed against the cliffs at the edge of the island, the foam of the waves like broken jade and scattered snow, making the mountain rocks look even darker.

On this low cliff, there was a church that was not large in scale but had a history of over two hundred years.

The church had two rooms, front and back; the cross on the roof of the back room witnessed the mottled years and was already missing a corner.

There were several tents around the church, as if they were young people out camping, wearing all kinds of different clothes.

Some in denim jackets and trousers, some in sportswear, some in leather jackets.

But if someone with special experience were here, they could tell.

Whenever this group of people moved around, they vaguely guarded the church; they were likely a group of elite bodyguards, and because the employer didn't want to be ostentatious, they dressed like this.

Suddenly, a burst of low, suppressed gunfire from silencers rang out in the woods.

These tents were immediately pierced, and the human bodies inside spurted blood, splashing onto the tents.

The bodyguards walking outside the tents were also knocked down by more than half, blood soaking their clothes from the bullet holes.

Only two or three managed to be alert in time and rushed into the church to hide.

As soon as the church door was opened, rows of high-backed chairs were exposed to the moonlight.

An old man in a white suit sat in the front row of chairs, facing the cross on the stage, as if enjoying a rare moment of quiet.

The random gunfire pierced the back of the chairs, and wood chips flew.

There were at least seven bullet holes on the old man in the suit.

There were also some bullets that hit the ground and walls around him, some sparking, some embedding into the wood.

While it was called random gunfire, in fact, at this moment, if you froze the impact points, you would find that it was a pattern with great geometric beauty.

Just like a carefully woven fishing net, there were several hubs, and the remaining bullet holes were distributed between these hubs, connecting into a net.

With the old man in the suit as the center, everything within fifteen meters was a danger zone.

This is a shooting method specifically aimed at experts when the world's top elite soldiers are in combat.

Scarface and the others spent a lot of money to hire people to teach them for more than half a year, and relying on their reaction ability, eyesight, and wrist strength from practicing martial arts, they honed this tacit understanding.

For a martial artist to escape this danger zone in an instant, or to find a gap sufficient to survive within the danger zone, is by no means an easy task.

When sorcerers want to create illusions, the interval between the real body and the phantom body is often no more than fifteen meters, and they cannot escape.

From the moment Scarface and the others started, they even held their breath.

The sorcerer in the team had only one task: to use every means to blur the enemy's premonition of danger.

At this moment, the bullet net they created finally embedded deeply into the church.

The next second, the old man in the suit on the chair lunged forward, blood gushing wantonly from his body, spreading into a pool of blood on the ground.

Did they succeed?!

Everyone saw such a scene, but for a moment there was no sound.

Thinking about it day and night, hating for so many years, did they just succeed like this?

This was indeed a killing move they had arranged with all their might.

But did they really succeed just like that?

Including Scarface, everyone was a little incredulous.

Nie Longding was dead, dead here, dead under the cross.

The cross in the church still had bullet holes.

Scarface's gaze looked inexplicably at the cross on the roof of the back room.

That old, mottled cross with a missing corner twisted.

It turned into a silver-haired old man in a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Above!!"

Scarface's pupils shrank, and he raised his muzzle.

But the moment he raised it, there were only a pair of bleeding wrists.

The two palms that originally belonged to him were still gripping the gun tightly, falling to the ground with the gun.

Xiao Qin's scream also came.

The moment Scarface turned his head, he saw that his companions' wrists had all been severed.

The blood of nearly twenty people sprayed into mid-air, and things that should have been invisible, and even had no sound of wind...

Were outlined in the blood with a fleeting spinning contour!

Cards! Invisible poker cards!

Those colorless cards spun at high speed, and while they were in severe pain from their severed hands, they swept past their calves, cutting their Achilles tendons.

Scarface's companions fell in a large patch like withered reeds.

The old man in the suit on the roof pressed a sandalwood staff with his right hand and raised his left hand.

The transparent poker cards spinning in the air flew back into his palm one after another, making a faint friction sound of "zeng, zeng, zeng."

"Nie Longding!"

Scarface struggled to look at the roof, roaring, "You knew in advance that we were coming?!"

"I noticed long ago that there was a force like yours investigating me; you are all enemies left over from the underworld back then, right?"

Nie Longding smiled, "I didn't think it was necessary to meet you before, and I had better candidates for those offerings. Now I find that I still need to use you."

"The view from the roof here is very good. Using a double to cause your mentality to become unstable and capturing you all alive is very cost-effective."

Scarface couldn't finish listening.

He had already passed out.

By the time dawn broke, there were no corpses or bloodstains to be seen around this remote church.

The old church seemed to be in disrepair, blown crooked by the sea wind, and finally collapsed under the cliff, unable to bear the burden.

Except for the participants, no one would know what happened here.

"What a peaceful day."

Macau Special Capture Division branch, office building.

Branch Chief Shen Yuntai looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor and let out a satisfied sigh.

Shen Yuntai was fifty years old, wearing a women's suit; the smile lines at the corners of her eyes, the white-streaked hair on her forehead, and the hair clip at the back of her head gave her an elegant temperament despite her age.

A cup of black tea on the desk was at the right temperature, which she picked up and sipped.

"Our city is still better; it's not like over in Hong Kong, which is a mess."

She had just gone to Hong Kong to provide support a while ago and had been back for less than three days, only feeling that the city she guarded was good in every way.

"Chief!"

A muscular young man knocked on the door and sent in a document.

"Last night, Fang Jun and a temporary consultant from the mainland were attacked by unidentified persons; Consultant Chu wiped out the opponent."

"The technical department repaired several of the attackers' mobile phones and discovered that these people might belong to an organization deliberately seeking revenge on the King of Gamblers, Mr. Nie Longding."

Shen Yuntai didn't take it to heart.

"Nie Longding, he had too many grudges in his early years; it's normal for someone to seek revenge. But this old thing is cunning enough; we haven't caught any of his tails."

"Check if the others in this gang have criminal records; if they do, arrest them, and if they don't, give them a warning."

The young man said: "The action team is very familiar with this process and has already sent people to handle it."

"But the problem is, except for these three who smuggled back from Nanyang, the other members of the gang have official identities, but when our people went to investigate, they couldn't contact a single one."

Shen Yuntai perked up a bit: "When did this happen?"

"No more than twenty-four hours."

The young man said, "Normally, it would take at least forty-eight hours for this matter to be filed in the Capture Division, then judged for combined investigation, basic information collected, and then transferred to our side, which would take several days."

"However, considering their identity as a revenge group and mostly practitioners, I think we should take it over directly."

Shen Yuntai pondered for a minute: "Can do."

She approved the document, used the seal, and sat back in her chair; the sense of slackness from the past two days was gone.

"A revenge group, knowing their hidden identity might be exposed, so they are hiding? If so, that's fine..."

Shen Yuntai suddenly worried about another situation.

If one didn't know these people were secretly seeking revenge, one might not guess anything, but since one knows these are people holding grudges, could it be that Nie Longding took action against them?

But Nie Longding is becoming more composed as he gets older, and in recent years he has been extremely well-behaved; is it a bit abnormal for him to suddenly take such a ruthless hand?

She was used to being a branch chief; people like Nie Longding were already on the priority watch list and could not be ignored.

Shen Yuntai took out her phone and made a call to the Chief in Hong Kong.

"Hello, Master Baima... No, no, no, I'm not that free, and I don't want to go travel over there... I actually want to invite you to come and travel over here."

"Haha, alright, then let's speak the truth."

Shen Yuntai said, "I'm worried that recently, will something big happen in Macau too? You are so good at divination, help me divine a hexagram."

The voice on the phone was hoarse: "I'm already in a mess divining for my own side."

Shen Yuntai's tone hardened a bit: "I just helped out over there."

Master Baima was helpless: "Alright, it's useless for me to throw a hexagram to you from afar; you take the initiative to say a character, and I'll measure the character for you."

Shen Yuntai pondered slightly and said: "Then, the character 'Nie'."

"'Nie', this character is good."

Master Baima's spirit lifted, "Are you asking if something big will happen recently?"

"'Nie', this character has an 'ear' on top and 'double' on the bottom, which means that if someone is really planning a big event, no matter how they calculate, it is inevitable that there will be inadequacies, and the strangeness will be heard from two channels."

Master Baima seemed to have written this large character on paper; one could hear the friction between the pen and the paper, and the topic shifted accordingly.

"However, with the 'ear' on top and 'double' on the bottom, it means that those who feel the strangeness from two channels will all be one step slower than the planner; you cannot stifle this matter before he starts."

These words sounded far-fetched.

But Master Baima had long since proven his divination ability with a large number of facts.

In 1997, the White Horse carried the scriptures into Hong Kong.

Given the complexity of the situation at that time, the Hong Kong Special Capture Division was established within a month, and no one dared to underestimate this monk who seemed completely unable to fight.

Shen Yuntai pursued: "Will it definitely be slower than the layout planner? Is there any way to crack it?"

"Hmm... 'Double', the oldest meaning of this character is to say, using one hand to grab two birds, but how can one hand grab two birds steadily? Better to just grab one of them."

Master Baima said, "You have two clues in your hand, so give up the one that seems easier to investigate; that one will instead make you miss the opportunity."

"Focus on investigating the other one."

Shen Yuntai drank tea with an expressionless face.

Where did she have two clues?

At most, she had the end of half a clue.

That something big would happen was just a judgment mixed with her experience, intuition, and sense of responsibility.

"Master, where is my second clue?"

Master Baima was also choked.

"You don't have a second one, don't ask me."

"This old monk is just a charlatan, not an immortal. If I could calculate everything, I would have deterred everyone from causing trouble long ago. Sigh, I'm really tired, I can't do it anymore, my eyelids are fighting."

"Be careful, goodbye!"

The phone was hung up.

Shen Yuntai put down the phone, held the teacup in front of her, supported her elbows on the table, but remained motionless for a long time.

"The second clue..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 74 =====