Chapter 807: Corridor, Gunfight!

Qin Bore's mind grew clear; staying inside would only lead to utter passivity.

This luxurious penthouse had become an outright cage.

The two hid indoors, fully exposed within the sniper's aiming sight.

It was tantamount to standing alive before the gun muzzle, letting anyone aim, with no room to dodge.

As the sniper kept pinpoint strikes, the bulletproof glass's load limit neared its breaking point.

Once the entire pane shattered completely, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Then the icy sniper bullets would sweep into the house unhindered.

Whether her or Lin Yuan beside her, both would instantly fall into mortal danger.

The shadow of death had been creeping closer indoors with each gunshot.

Qin Bore's gaze sank, and she quickly settled on the sole solution to break the deadlock.

She absolutely could not wait for death; she must strike first before the glass shatters.

Only by rushing out of the house and eliminating the sniper on the distant rooftop could the crisis be lifted.

She hesitated no more, gathered slight strength in her waist, ready to rise and rush outward.

Just as her body began to move, a strong arm suddenly reached out.

Lin Yuan reacted extremely fast, reaching out to precisely encircle her slender neck.

The force was gentle yet unyielding, firmly holding her before him.

Immediately he flipped his waist, cleanly turning and exerting force, the motion flowing like clouds and water.

He then, in the same motion, lifted Qin Bore's light body sideways and set her steadily in the center of the soft sofa.

The whole set of moves was crisp and steady, without a hint of hesitation, extremely secure.

The close embrace let Lin Yuan's nose be filled with her unique, fresh fragrance.

The mild, gentle aura soothed his inner agitation, yet made him all the more resolute.

He slightly bowed his head, his low voice carrying an unrefusable firmness.

"Stay home obediently, I'll go out and deal with the sniper."

Qin Bore froze entirely, her eyes filled with astonishment and worry.

She quickly lifted her gaze to Lin Yuan, her brows and eyes brimming with anxiety.

"Ah? But you still have wounds."

She vividly remembered the scene of that recent bloody battle.

Lin Yuan, to save her, alone stormed the Shangqing Group, clashing head‑on with its many experts.

That melee was extremely perilous, leaving him with numerous wounds of varying depth.

These injuries have not fully healed to this day; they remain in a recuperation stage.

Going out with unhealed wounds to face a top‑sniper is truly too dangerous.

Lin Yuan saw her eyes full of worry, brows slightly furrowed, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He lowered his voice, his tone bearing a man's responsibility and stubbornness.

His face showed no trace of fear; his eyes were steady and firm, without a hint of wavering.

"My wounds are fine; they hardly affect my movement."

"I'm a man; this sort of thing should be left to a man to settle."

Lin Yuan's words fell, completely ignoring Qin Bore's eyes of obstruction and opposition.

"Just stay home obediently, wait peacefully for my return."

His fingertips lightly brushed away her scattered hair, the motion gentle yet his attitude resolute.

He moved gently, carefully placing Qin Bore securely in the exact center of the sofa.

His posture was tall, his steps steady, as he strode straight toward the entrance.

Having done all that, Lin Yuan slowly straightened his waist, no longer lingering at all.

She slightly lifted her gaze; a pair of clear, beautiful eyes fixed steadily, firmly locking onto Lin Yuan's back.

On the soft sofa, Qin Bore sat upright, unable to relax even a bit.

Having shed his usual easygoing ease, Lin Yuan now exuded a sturdy, resolute aura from head to toe.

The faint indoor night light fell on his tall figure, outlining sharp lines.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity surged, striking Qin Bore's mind and causing her to suddenly lose focus.

That back, not burly but exceptionally upright, now appeared extraordinarily majestic and reliable.

Her vision overlapped layer upon layer, and in a daze she suddenly flashed back to the Jiangnan streets of over a decade ago.

Countless dust‑sealed memories burst their shackles instantly, surging rapidly in her mind.

That was the figure etched deep in her heart, unforgettable for a lifetime, irreplaceable.

That stormy night, that figure stepping forward to shield her from all danger……

Time flowed, years changed, and the two silhouettes ultimately merged into one, becoming the Lin Yuan before her eyes.

The majestic back from bygone days gradually aligned with the present figure, perfectly overlapping.

Just in that moment of her dazedness, Lin Yuan had already stepped to the door.

Qin Bore stared blankly, a faint mist rising in her eyes, her thoughts myriad.

The heavy titanium alloy door responded, slowly swinging inward, a gap suddenly appearing.

He raised his hand to grip the cold door handle, fingertips exerting slight force, pressing down slowly.

The entire stairwell was utterly shrouded in poisonous smoke, visibility extremely low, the view a murky gloom.

Outside the door, thick black mystic smoke surged wildly through the crack, carrying a pungent odor.

His eyes were sharp as a blade, his aura instantly retracted, entering an extreme combat state.

Lin Yuan had anticipated it, instantly held his breath, sealed his mouth and nose, preventing any poisonous smoke from entering his body.

The moment his feet stepped out of the door, he exerted force with his wrist backwards, slamming the door shut.

Without the slightest hesitation, he darted out, swiftly and decisively charging out the door.

The heavy door panels slammed shut with a deep, muffled, heavy boom.

Bang!

All the danger, all the gunfire hazards, he alone blocked them outside.

He completely sealed off the indoor safety, also locking Qin Bore alone inside the safe room.

Qin Bore on the sofa snapped back to awareness; the haze and reminiscence in her heart were instantly replaced by panic.

She leaned slightly forward, raising her hand as if to rise and chase after him to stop him.

Her lips parted slightly, she instinctively wanted to call out to halt Lin Yuan as he stepped into danger.

The heavy titanium alloy door had already sealed shut, tightly fitted, cutting off all passage.

But it was already too late.

Qin Bore froze in place, her beautiful eyes fixed tightly on the closed door, her thoughts in turmoil.

The muffled boom of the door closing still lingered faintly in the living room air.

……

The world outside the door had long since become a completely different perilous purgatory.

The entire narrow corridor… was completely filled with thick, ink-like black poisonous smoke.

Visibility in the corridor was under half a meter; looking ahead, it was a expanse of gloomy stillness.

The pitch-black smoke rolled and surged in layers, obscuring all light and vision.

This was a specially formulated, highly lethal asphyxiating poison smoke, its toxicity extreme.

Even inhaling a trace would instantly burn and rot the respiratory tract.

The deadly poison gas permeated every inch of air, leaving no gap.

Ordinary people need only a brief inhalation to quickly suffocate from lack of oxygen, collapsing on the spot.

He tightly shut his mouth and nose, allowing not a trace of poison gas to enter his body.

Lin Yuan knew the deadly power of the poison smoke; from the moment he stepped out of the door, he completely held his breath and focused.

In the black, visibility‑nullifying miasma, he walked forward with steady steps.

His chest rose and fell evenly, forcibly suppressing the instinctive urge to breathe.

The black thick smoke continually brushed past his surroundings, yet could not disturb his mind in the slightest.

His posture was tall and steady, his steps neither hurried nor slow; even in dire straits he showed no panic.

Just as Lin Yuan strode forward steadily, the black smoke curtain suddenly surged violently.

In the silent corridor, only his steady footsteps echoed softly.

Two ghost‑like figures burst through the black‑mist barrier, one after the other darting out at extreme speed.

Their movements were swift and fierce, landing soundlessly, carrying a piercing, icy killing intent.

They shed their gentle façade, their bodies bristling with killing intent, their aura cold and terrifying.

They were the two top assassins who had previously posed as building property security and then vanished.

They had been waiting a long time, just to seize the perfect opportunity when Lin Yuan went out alone.

The two locked onto the lone Lin Yuan heading out, their eyes full of ruthless hunting intent.

Each held a fully loaded standard pistol, the muzzles gleaming coldly.

Without any extra probing, the two assassins launched a lethal strike at Lin Yuan immediately.

The next second, two rapid gunshots tore through the corridor's silence.

Arms raised steadily, the barrels pointed straight at Lin Yuan's body with no deviation.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

Dense bullets… shot out one after another from the muzzle, carrying an extreme sharp crack as they broke the air.

Gunfire… exploded in the black poisonous smoke with blinding brief flashes, terrifying and shocking.

Each brass bullet, packed with deadly impact, hurtled straight toward Lin Yuan's surroundings.

Faced with the sudden close‑range gunfire, Lin Yuan's expression instantly turned cold and composed.

In his eyes there was no trace of panic, only the calm forged from countless battles.

At the instant the bullets were about to strike, he exerted force from his waist, sidestepping at extreme speed.

Lin Yuan's bodily muscles… instantly tensed to the limit, his explosive power maxed out.

A high‑speed bullet… whizzed past his shoulder, missing his flesh by a hair's breadth.

Lin Yuan's whole body became like a fleeting shadow in the wind, his position shifting instantly.

The next moment, that bullet slammed heavily into the solid wall behind Lin Yuan.

The scorching bullet's gas flow scraped his skin, bringing a piercing hot sensation.

With a dull thud, the wall instantly blew open a small crater, chips flying.

Dust mingled with the poisonous smoke drifted outward, the scene extremely perilous.

Seeing their shot miss, the two assassins quickly adjusted their aim and kept firing.

Numerous bullets poured out continuously, densely covering Lin Yuan's surroundings.

Lin Yuan's eyes were sharp as a hawk, he kept his gaze locked on the bullet trajectories, his predictions flawless.

His posture was agile and swift, each dodge narrowly avoiding the deadly trajectory.

His footwork was unpredictable, his body continuously shifting, leaping, and side-flipping.

Within just a few seconds, he successively dodged several rounds of deadly bullet sweeps.

His fierce evasion moves flowed like clouds and water, clean and decisive, with no wasted motion.

In the black poison‑smoke corridor, gunfire roared without cease, killing intent running rampant…

In the black poison‑smoke corridor, gunfire roared without cease, killing intent ran rampant.

Lin Yuan, having continuously dodged several waves of bullet sweeps, was no longer passively defending.

He twitched his fingertips, and two specially made Silver Needles, gleaming with cold light, slid instantly from his cuffs.

The two Silver Needles were wholly silver‑bright, polished to extreme sharpness, flashing a cold gleam in the dim poison smoke.

Lin Yuan's wrist suddenly exerted force; his fingertip flicked lightly, the action crisp and clean, without any hesitation.

The two Silver Needles, wrapped in piercing, air‑splitting force, shot out respectively toward the faces of the two property assassins.

The Silver Needles flew at extreme speed, almost becoming two fine silver streaks, arriving in an instant.

The two assassins opposite suddenly narrowed their eyes, a flash of astonished vigilance crossing their gaze.

They dared not bluntly catch these two sudden‑attack hidden weapons; their whole bodies' muscles instantly tensed.

Both figures suddenly burst into a flash, their feet swiftly striking the ground, bodies shifting and flipping.

The two's posture was so agile it seemed nothing like ordinary mercenary killers; their technique was uncanny and swift.

Relying on the extreme speed of their technique, the two barely managed to avoid the deadly strike before the Silver Needles could hit.

Two soft 'whoosh' sounds rang out in succession.

The two missed Silver Needles shot straight into the solid wall behind.

More than half of each needle's body sank into the wall, firmly embedded in the brickwork, showing how tremendous the force was.

Lin Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, a ripple stirring in his heart.

His eyes were full of surprise, his expression instantly turning grave.

He knew perfectly well that such swift, agile technique could not be possessed by an ordinary person.

Ordinary gun‑wielding assassins rely solely on firearms for ranged attacks; they simply lack this kind of close‑combat technique foundation.

Being able to precisely predict the trajectory of hidden weapons and instantly sidestep is absolutely the peak level of a martial practitioner.

These two people are actually hidden masters of ancient martial arts!

This realization made Lin Yuan completely discard his contempt, his fighting spirit soaring to the utmost.

The enemy possessed both firearms ranged firepower and ancient martial technique support, making the difficulty far exceed expectations.

He hesitated not at all, his feet exploding with force as his body surged forward.

Lin Yuan lowered his posture and swiftly pursued the two assassins.

A biting wind howled past his ears as he broke through layers of black mist, his speed like lightning.

Seeing Lin Yuan rush in for close combat, the two assassins' expressions changed in unison.

They knew full well that once Lin Yuan got close, their firearms advantage would be completely nullified.

Close‑quarters combat was not their forte; only ranged shooting could suppress the opponent.

The two repeatedly stepped back quickly, their bodies simultaneously retreating, deliberately widening the combat distance.

They held their pistols steady with both hands, muzzles constantly trained on Lin Yuan ahead.

As long as the distance was sufficient, the firearms in their hands were an overwhelming deadly advantage.

In the black hallway, one pursuer and two retreating, the tense standoff atmosphere was stretched to the extreme.

Lin Yuan's face was icy to the extreme, with no extra emotion left, only a chilling killing intent.

Facing the enemy's deliberate tactic of pulling distance, he had long seen through their thoughts.

He kicked off hard with his feet, his whole body suddenly leaping into the air, his form soaring aloft.

His body twisted flexibly in midair, using the momentum to slide sideways.

In midair, his posture extended, he precisely predicted the bullets' firing trajectory.

Several bangs of gunfire exploded in unison, a number of bullets sweeping toward his body.

Relying on his extreme aerial technique, he barely managed to sidestep and avoid all the sweeping bullets.

The scorching bullet slipstream brushed past his collar, the danger reaching its utmost.

At the very moment of his sideways dodge, Lin Yuan's motion did not cease in the slightest.

He raised his hand and flicked; several Silver Needles shot out swiftly from his fingertips.

Numerous silver gleams sliced through the dim poison smoke, blocking every evasion direction of the two assassins.

This Silver Needle assault was dense and tricky, sealing off front, back, left, and right—there was nowhere to dodge.

The two assassins' faces changed abruptly, a deep sense of despair welling up in their hearts.

No matter how they twisted their bodies or sidestepped, they could not evade this barrage.

The fine silver gleams, with pinpoint accuracy, viciously pierced the exposed sides of the two assassins' necks.

The neck is one of the body's most vital spots, where blood vessels are densest and defense weakest.

The icy Silver Needles instantly pierced the flesh, completely cutting off the two's blood and qi flow.

The two assassins' bodies jerked rigid, their gun‑holding hands instantly losing strength.

The pistols in their hands clanged to the dust‑covered hallway floor.

The two instinctively clutched their stinging, numb necks, their eyes filled with terror.

The numbness spread rapidly from the wound throughout their bodies, their limb strength quickly draining.

Their bodies out of control, they staggered backward step by step…