Chapter 806: Sniper Kill!

As this name fell, Qin Bore's aura turned utterly cold to the extreme.

The jealousy and displeasure that had been barely suppressed surged up completely.

Her eyes were deep and heavy, her tone carrying a hint of suppressed resentment as she questioned again.

Lin Yuan pressed his lips, forced himself to continue speaking candidly.

"And also, Hong Wenyan..."

With each additional name spoken, the chill in the air grew a bit heavier.

Qin Bore's breath turned utterly icy and piercing, the emotion in her eyes sinking to a frightening degree.

She stared fixedly at Lin Yuan's eyes, her tone flat yet carrying immense pressure as she continued to press.

"Who else?"

Lin Yuan's heart tightened slightly, and he subconsciously recalled the name Ye Muxia.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, almost slipping out directly.

But his thoughts shifted swiftly, and he immediately calmed down.

He bore the special identity of an undercover agent, and many things must absolutely not be known to Qin Bore.

Once he said more, it would likely drag out further secrets, inviting enormous trouble.

Reason instantly suppressed the impulse to blurt out, and he forcibly swallowed the remaining words.

Lin Yuan lightly shook his head, his expression slightly unnatural, and answered earnestly.

"No, none left."

Lin Yuan forcibly suppressed the name about to leave his lips, completely stopping his speech.

He lightly shook his head, his expression revealing a hint of unnatural awkwardness.

"No, none left."

Upon hearing this, Qin Bore's chill deepened, and she locked her icy gaze firmly on Lin Yuan.

Her cold, clear voice carried heavy mockery as it sounded slowly.

"You're quite the flirt, huh? Acting like central air conditioning?"

As these words fell, Lin Yuan panicked instantly, hurriedly shaking his head to defend himself.

His face full of embarrassment, he hastily began to explain.

"No, not at all!"

"It's just that they all have a good relationship with me and usually take good care of me."

"It just so happened that recently they fell into danger; I couldn't just stand by and watch them come to harm without helping."

His tone was flustered, his hands and feet at a loss, appearing especially awkward and embarrassed.

Qin Bore remained silent, her pair of icy beautiful eyes fixed steadily on him.

In the depths of her eyes welled up an indescribable sourness and resentment, and she stayed silent for a long time.

After a while, she gradually withdrew the cold light from her eyes.

Immediately after, her clear, cold questioning voice sounded again, carrying immense pressure.

"They treat you well? Could it be that I treat you poorly?"

Lin Yuan's heart tightened, and he quickly shook his head, daring not to hesitate even a bit.

"No, not at all, you treat me well too."

In the gap between their conversation, the assault outside the window continued unabated.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Again, two sniper bullets sliced through the night, speeding toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

Two heavy booms exploded in succession, shaking the entire room.

The top-tier military bulletproof glass trembled violently, its frame emitting a faint low hum.

Yet it steadfastly blocked the bullets, its surface smooth as before, with no damage whatsoever.

Outside the window, the crisp sounds of bullet impacts continued, rising and falling.

The glass endured impact after impact, continually exhibiting slight tremors.

……

Meanwhile, one kilometer away.

On the rooftop terrace of an office building.

Upon the dim terrace, a fully armed sniper lay in wait.

He steadily bore a heavy sniper rifle, its muzzle locked firmly onto the river-view grand flat.

He kept pulling the trigger, firing bullet after bullet into the interior.

No matter how frenetically he shot or how sustained his output, it had no effect.

That seemingly flimsy floor-to-ceiling window was as impregnable as bronze walls and iron bars.

All those powerful sniper bullets were utterly blocked outside.

The ceaseless ineffective shooting completely shattered the sniper's psychological defenses.

His eyes filled with ferocity and rage, his whole person plunged into extreme collapse.

He stared fixedly at the undamaged glass window in his scope, his heart full of disbelief.

Endless doubt and frenzy welled up from his heart.

What material is this woman's window glass made of, exactly?

It actually manages to withstand the relentless bombardment of a heavy sniper rifle!

That fully armed sniper was tense all over, his eyes brimming with resentment and cruelty.

He simply couldn't believe that ordinary residential glass could withstand heavy sniper bullets.

The sniper gritted his teeth and readjusted the aim of his sniper rifle.

He locked onto the same spot on the floor-to-ceiling window and repeatedly pulled the trigger.

The muffled gunshots rang out continuously, each bullet screaming through the air.

Each bullet carried tremendous penetrating power, slamming hard into the glass surface.

The bang-bang impacts exploded in the night, the noise unusually shocking.

But no matter how he fired continuously or concentrated fire for a fierce assault, the result never changed.

The hard military bulletproof glass stood firm, blocking every bullet outside.

The glass surface remained smooth as before, not even a faint scar left.

The relentless ineffective fire completely shattered the sniper's psychological defenses.

His hand gripping the sniper rifle trembled slightly, and he was utterly collapsed.

He took a deep breath, reached up and grabbed the tactical radio beside him.

His fingertip pressed the transmit button, his voice heavy with defeat and agitation.

"Reporting to the boss! The target is too tough!"

"The target's home is fitted with ultra-high-strength bulletproof glass; there's no way to break it!"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the radio, a cold, low male voice came through.

The behind-the-scenes commander's face was icy, his eyes full of ruthlessness and resolve.

He lowered his head, pondered for a moment, then spoke in a tone that allowed no defiance, a hard command.

"This is our only chance."

"We have completely sealed off Qin Bore's residence, not a drop can leak."

"Toxic smoke fills the area outside her door, and all surrounding routes are tightly blocked by our people."

"She has no escape route; she can only be trapped inside, passively holding out."

"Tonight is the best opportunity to eliminate her; we absolutely cannot miss it."

"You must, at any cost, forcibly blast through her home's bulletproof glass."

"Be sure to shoot Qin Bore dead on the spot and complete the mission!"

"As long as we pierce this layer of glass, she'll be a caged bird unable to fly."

"Use every possible means, spare no expense to accomplish the kill!"

"We have only half an hour left; her reinforcements have already been intercepted midway by us."

"All support is completely blocked on the road, unable to rush over to assist her."

"You must completely eliminate the target within half an hour!"

The icy order came through the radio, each word resonant, full of oppressive pressure.

The sniper on the rooftop, upon hearing the command, instantly turned grave.

He set aside his inner anxiety and collapse, suppressing all negative emotions.

A fierce killing intent reignited in his eyes, his whole aura sinking down.

He raised his hand, steadily hoisted the heavy sniper rifle, and again aimed at the floor-to-ceiling window of the river-view apartment.

His whole being re-entered a combat-ready state, preparing to launch a new round of fierce assault.

The biting high-altitude night wind wildly battered the sniper's surroundings, making his combat uniform flap loudly.

The feeling of defeat completely faded from his eyes, leaving only an extreme obstinacy of ruthlessness and stubbornness.

He stared fixedly at the intact floor-to-ceiling window in his scope, teeth clenched.

Scattered fire can't breach the defense; so concentrate all firepower to grind away at a weak point.

Years of sniper combat experience told him that even the toughest defense has a flaw.

He steadily adjusted the sniper rifle's focus, his fingertip making minute movements, precisely locking onto a spot at the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window.

As long as he continuously delivers high-intensity impact to the same spot, no defense can hold out.

The sniper held his breath, his whole body muscles tensed, fully entering an extreme state of focused combat.

This spot is where the bulletproof glass bears relatively less force, and also the point most prone to collapse.

The muffled gunfire again echoed through the quiet night sky, no longer a chaotic scatter.

He cast aside all distractions; his mind held only the thought of piercing the glass and completing the kill.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp report of bullets breaking the air at high speed came in rapid succession, dense enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Each bullet landed precisely and without error in the same tiny area of the glass.

Even military-grade bulletproof glass cannot withstand this uninterrupted point-blank bombardment.

The heavy sniper bullet cores slammed repeatedly into the glass surface, their force stacking layer upon layer.

The originally indestructible molecular balance gradually collapsed under sustained high-intensity external force.

The glass's molecular structure, hardly observable to the naked eye, was quietly being damaged and shattered by each impact.

With each bullet impact, the entire pane of glass would emit a violent hum.

The glass surface began to show fine ripple tremors, the frequency growing ever faster.

The sniper's gaze grew ever sharper, a cold, confident smile appearing on his face.

The faint tremors inside the house were clearly perceptible, utterly unlike the previous state of effortlessly resisting the impact.

He realized the hard bulletproof glass had reached the limit of its impact tolerance.

The sustained point-blank strikes were gradually destroying the glass's overall defensive structure.

He didn't hesitate for a moment; his fingers mechanically and fiercely pulled the trigger repeatedly.

As long as he continues to shoot, it won't take long for this pane of glass to shatter completely.

On the high rooftop, gunfire echoed nonstop, especially terrifying in the pitch‑black city night.

A steady stream of powerful bullets poured out, relentlessly gnawing at the same point on the glass.

The indoor atmosphere remained ambiguous and tense, and the outside danger had not lessened at all.

Qin Bore remained still, sheltered beneath Lin Yuan, her body pressed against his warm chest.

Outside the window, dense sniper gunfire continued unabated, the piercing sonic booms repeatedly tearing through the night.

Heavy bullets hammered the bulletproof glass one after another, their booming vibrations unceasing to the ear.

The entire floor‑to‑ceiling window trembled slightly, enduring relentless point impacts.

Though she was in a perilous situation that could be breached at any moment, Qin Bore showed no fear.

The chill of jealousy in her eyes had not fully faded, and she still dwelled on the earlier topic in her heart.

In the next second, she twisted her waist lightly, the motion gentle yet swift and decisive.

Taking advantage of Lin Yuan's momentary distraction, she suddenly rolled over, swapping their positions.

She, who had been sheltered beneath him, reversed and pressed Lin Yuan onto the sofa.

Their positions instantly swapped; Lin Yuan's whole body tensed slightly, taken somewhat off guard.

Qin Bore leaned in close, her exquisite, stunning face nearing his ear.

Her warm breath lightly brushed over Lin Yuan's ear, gentle yet laced with a strong possessive desire.

Her brows and eyes were curved, yet her gaze hid an unquestionable seriousness and obstinacy.

"Sister treats you so well; from now on, don't keep being the central air conditioner, got it?"

"From now on, you may only risk your life for me alone, got it?"

Close‑range eye contact made the atmosphere instantly become especially intimate and ambiguous.

Lin Yuan was completely stunned, lying blankly on the sofa.

He stared unblinkingly at the exquisite face before him, his mind swaying.

Soft moonlight from outside fell on Qin Bore's profile, making her brows and eyes appear even more exquisite and moving.

Strands of silky black hair cascaded down from her shoulders.

A faint, elegant fragrance of her hair lingered at Lin Yuan's nostrils, gentle and intoxicating.

Lin Yuan's heartbeat inexplicably missed a beat, his mind going blank.

Faced with Qin Bore's strong yet gentle admonition, he instinctively gave a slight nod.

Seeing his obedient, compliant demeanor, a flicker of satisfied smile crossed Qin Bore's eyes.

But her tone still carried a hint of firmness as she continued to admonish seriously.

"Even if you insist on risking your life for another woman in the future, you must first get my consent."

"Because I am your true boss, the one you ought to protect most."

"Su Mo Nong doesn't even count as one of your own; she's ultimately just an outsider, got it?"

After hearing those overbearing yet blunt words, Lin Yuan couldn't help feeling speechless inside.

He secretly marveled that Qin Bore's possessiveness was truly strong to the point of being absurd.

Although they were in a life‑and‑death peril, she still stubbornly dwelled on this matter.

But looking at her exquisite face right before him, he could not muster even a hint of rebuttal.

In the end, Lin Yuan could only nod obediently, acquiescing to her meaning.

Qin Bore gazed at his docile demeanor, and her possessive desire eased somewhat.

Her previously gentle brows and eyes were once again overlain with a faint gravity.

She tilted her ear to listen to the incessant dense gunfire outside, and her expression gradually shed its ambiguity.

"All right, the sniper is still firing."

"If we keep pounding it like this, the bulletproof glass will probably really break."

She spoke softly, breaking the intimate yet oppressive atmosphere indoors.

In the pitch‑black night, the contour of her stunning face was clear‑cold and sharp.

She slowly straightened her body, her movements calm and unhurried, showing no trace of panic.

When her words fell, she let out a soft sigh, her tone tinged with a hint of helpless complaint.

"Sister will go out and deal with this trouble."

"Ah."

She lifted her gaze toward the dark window outside and continued speaking softly.

In her mind she recalled the earlier message from Lin Yun'er, and she instantly grasped the urgency of the situation.

"It seems my reinforcements won't be able to arrive anytime soon."

All reinforcement troops were completely held back by the enemy forces, utterly unable to break through and rush over.

Lin Yun'er had already reported earlier that the personnel sent out for relief had encountered interception on the road.

Qin Bore's eyes sank slightly, and she clearly perceived the enemy's entire scheme.

At least another full half hour would be needed to break through the obstruction and reach here.

The enemy is betting on this half‑hour gap in support, willing to do anything to kill her.

The entire residential complex was completely sealed off, toxic smoke pervasive, personnel layered in encirclement, with all retreat routes cut off.

This brief half‑hour is the hunting window the enemy is desperate to seize.

Outside, the blast's aftershocks had not yet dissipated, the toxic smoke lingered, and danger lurked everywhere.

Though the house interior looks safe now, it has actually turned into a cage of stubborn resistance.

If the glass shatters, the next second will be a precise, deadly sniper shot.

The sniper on the rooftop outside the window is a sharp dagger hanging over our heads, the deadliest threat.

If we don't eliminate him, the two people inside will never escape the threat of death.

Qin Bore knows deep down that this sniper is the biggest hidden danger at present.

"We must eliminate the sniper."

"He is the biggest trouble right now."

Her eyes suddenly turned sharp and resolute, and her whole body exuded a powerful aura.

Her gaze pierced the trembling glass and locked onto a rooftop high-rise one kilometer away.

Qin Bore spoke softly while slowly turning her head to gaze at the deep night beyond the floor-to-ceiling window.

The night wind continually stirred her scattered long hair, setting off her cool and spirited bearing.

Even across that distant distance, she could still feel the lurking killing intent.