Chapter 325

The sounds didn't just come from the door. They had been completely surrounded!

Lin Yu's pupils, which had been somewhat unfocused from extreme exhaustion, suddenly contracted into the most dangerous pinpricks! He violently pushed Xu Xiaochuan, who was still standing there in a daze, his movements so fast they stirred up a gust of wind. Backhanded, he had already snatched up the high-pressure stun gun he had seized from the guard earlier; the gun body was icy cold, and although most of its energy had been consumed in the previous battle, it was better than nothing. His other hand, five fingers slightly spread, had already quietly reached for the last pouch at his waist—his final trump card—the poison-tipped silver needles.

"Xiaochuan, take her and go!" Lin Yu's voice was extremely low, hoarse, yet carried an unquestionable determination. His body arched slightly, like a lone wolf, wounded and dying yet still fierce, locking his gaze on the wooden door that could be kicked open at any moment, as well as the equally fragile window on the side that had several holes in it.

"Out the back window! Quick!"

Xu Xiaochuan's heart felt as if it had been gripped by a hand, pounding crazily, nearly jumping out of his throat. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Qing on the wooden board; she had just woken up, weak to the point where even sitting up was exceptionally difficult—how could they leave?

Bang!!

A dull, deafening sound of impact!

The entire wooden door was hit as if by an invisible battering ram, violently bulging and deforming inward, the aged door frame emitting a teeth-grinding, unbearable sound of splintering!

Almost at the same time!

Crash—!!!

The glass of the side window was violently smashed from the outside by some hard, heavy object! Glass shards splashed inward like hail!

A hand wearing a black tactical glove, steadily gripping a pitch-black gun barrel glinting with metallic cold light, suddenly reached in through the broken window!

Bang!!

Wood chips exploded!

The center of that wooden door, which didn't look very sturdy, suddenly caved in, and then a large hole burst open!

A foot wearing a black military boot kicked in violently, the door frame emitting a dying groan as it completely fell apart.

Crash—!!!

The glass of the side window shattered along with it, and the cold morning wind rolled in, carrying broken glass shards into the room.

An arm wearing a black tactical glove reached in, the pitch-black gun barrel steady as could be, beginning to rotate without hesitation, searching for a target.

"Go!"

Lin Yu squeezed this word out from his throat, his voice hoarse and low, nearly completely drowned out by the explosion coming from the door.

He didn't even look back at Xu Xiaochuan, his body having already moved a step ahead.

His left hand exerted force, flipping the broken table beside him to block the space between himself and the gun barrel reaching in from the window, emitting a dull thud.

The high-pressure stun gun in his right hand aimed at the door; although the energy was nearly exhausted, something was better than nothing.

His feet kicked out rapidly, a broken iron bucket on the ground, God knows what was inside, rolling toward the door, hoping to block the intruders for even a split second.

He roared toward the equally dilapidated window at the very back of the room, which led to the back alley: "Back window! Passage! Quick!"

Xu Xiaochuan's brain buzzed, his mind a blank, his ears filled with the sharp ringing brought on by his racing heart and surging adrenaline.

He subconsciously turned his head, seeing only Lin Yu's determined back, and the faint morning light filtering in through the broken window—that was their only path to survival.

He looked down again; Xuanyuan Qing on the wooden board had just opened her eyes, weak to the point where even breathing was an effort.

Leave?

Leave Lin Shu here alone?

This thought had just surfaced.

Bang!

Another deafening sound, the entire door and frame completely collapsed, splintered wood flying everywhere.

Two shadows wrapped entirely in black combat suits lowered their bodies, moving as fast as two hunting leopards, rushing in one after another!

They coordinated with extreme tacit understanding, the muzzles of their short assault weapons spitting out suppressed tongues of fire!

Rat-tat-tat!

Bullets tore through the air, thudding into the overturned table, wood chips flying everywhere.

Lin Yu's body was pressed tightly against the back of the table; the moment the gunfire started, he had already rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the first wave of strafing.

While rolling, he pulled the trigger of the stun gun in his right hand.

Zzz—!

A blue arc, so faint it was nearly invisible, shot out, precisely hitting the calf of the black-clad man rushing in the front.

The man's movements clearly stiffened, his body twitching uncontrollably, but the protective quality of his combat suit was excellent, greatly weakening the electric shock effect, only causing him to stagger half a step, failing to completely stop his forward charge.

The other black-clad man had already quickly filled the position, his gun barrel locking tightly onto the spot where Lin Yu had landed after rolling!

While Lin Yu was still in mid-air before landing, his left hand's five fingers spread violently, and three poison-tipped silver needles were flung out silently, heading straight for the second black-clad man's face in a "pin" formation!

The black-clad man's reaction was unbelievably fast, tilting his head violently, the silver needles flying past his helmet visor and thudding into the wall behind.

But this delay of a fraction of a second was enough.

Lin Yu landed, not retreating but advancing, his whole body like a cannonball colliding with the black-clad man who had been affected by the electric shock and hadn't fully stabilized his stance!

His shoulder slammed hard into the opponent's chest; amidst a dull thud, his left hand had somehow gained a sharp wooden spike broken off from the table leg, and he stabbed it without hesitation into the joint connection of the man's gun-holding arm!

Splat!

The wooden spike sank deep, the black-clad man let out a suppressed groan of pain, his arm went limp, and the gun barrel hung down toward the ground involuntarily.

Lin Yu's left elbow followed through, using all his strength to smash hard into the opponent's jaw!

With a hair-raising, crisp crack, the first black-clad man to rush in collapsed softly, losing all sound.

All this happened so fast it was dazzling, occurring almost in the same instant.

The third and fourth black-clad men had already rolled in through the broken window, their cold gun barrels locking onto Lin Yu again.

This tiny, dilapidated room had become an excellent killing field, and also a cage from which Lin Yu could not escape.

The wound on his back had completely burst open from the violent movements, the searing pain nearly making his vision go black, but his movements didn't stop for a second. He grabbed a piece of broken pottery from the ground and threw it backhanded toward the window without even looking, while simultaneously lunging toward the mountain of debris on the side to find cover.

Back alley.

Xu Xiaochuan carried Xuanyuan Qing on his back, stumbling forward as he ran.

Xuanyuan Qing was light, but he felt a heavy weight on his back, pressing down on him until he couldn't breathe.

The gunfire from the room, the dull thuds of heavy objects falling, and Lin Yu's low roars suppressed to the extreme—each sound felt like a whip lashing hard against his heart.

The wound on his leg had split open again, blood mixed with sewage soaking his pant leg, and every step he took was heart-piercingly painful.

Cold sweat and tears that had flowed out God knows when mixed together, his vision a blur.

"Lin Shu..." His voice choked, but he didn't dare stop his footsteps no matter what.

Lin Shu told him to go, so he had to go; he had to carry Sister Qing and survive.