Chapter 812: Eliminate

In the unavoidable deadly moment, Lin Yuan remained completely calm, unleashing an ultimate reaction.

He endured the tearing pain of his left arm wound, and his right hand suddenly plunged into his collar at extreme speed.

His fingertips precisely pinched two slender silver needles, and with a burst of force he thrust them horizontally to block his vital chest.

The two silver needles crossed parallel, forming a narrow yet extremely hard defensive barrier.

The next second, a sniper bullet carrying a thousand-jin impact slammed into the two silver needles.

Clang!!

A deafening metallic boom suddenly exploded, piercing the silent night.

The high-speed spinning bullet head violently struck the center of the needle, unleashing a terrifying counterforce.

Very few know that these two silver needles he carries close to his body were personally given to him by Qin Bore as protective charms.

The needle bodies are forged and polished from high-purity titanium alloy, possessing extreme hardness and unmatched toughness.

Ordinary metal shatters on impact with a sniper bullet, yet these two silver needles remain as steady as a rock.

They bore the extreme penetrating impact of the modified sniper bullet without bending even a fraction.

The needle and bullet violently rubbed and collided, instantly spraying a large sheet of dazzling, blinding metal sparks.

The tiny sparks scattered across the dark night, falling and extinguishing instantly on the street ground.

The bullet's lethal penetration was perfectly blocked, but the terrifying inertial force remained undiminished.

The massive force instantly traveled along the hard needle shaft to Lin Yuan's entire torso.

Lin Yuan felt as if struck by a high-speed hammer, his body uncontrollably flying backward.

His heavy body traced a sorry arc in the air, flying backward ten or so meters.

During the backward flight, his chest surged with qi and blood, his throat repeatedly sweet, almost vomiting blood.

The already gruesome wound on his left arm was torn again by the violent jolt, blood soaking his sleeve.

Seeing his body about to crash heavily to the ground, Lin Yuan remained utterly calm.

He relied on years of lightness training, forcing his waist and abdomen to twist, stabilizing his unbalanced posture.

His toes precisely tapped midair, using the slight air resistance to buffer the falling force.

His feet quickly tapped the ground in succession, stumbling backward several steps, shedding the remaining impact.

Finally his feet planted, waist and stance united, he stood firmly rooted on the street, completely steady.

Without years of lightness training and solid stance, this blow would surely have knocked him flat.

He knew all too well that if he fell, the outcome would be extremely perilous.

The moment a person hits the ground, their whole body opens with gaps, sight, movement, and dodging all restricted.

The sniper up high is experienced, adept at spotting openings, and will miss no chance.

If he were down even an instant, follow-up sniper rounds would instantly kill him.

Lin Yuan, barely having steadied himself, still held an icy, bone-piercing killing intent in his eyes.

As expected, just as Lin Yuan's feet had firmly taken root, the gunfire from above exploded again.

On the rooftop in the three o'clock direction, the sniper showed no pause in his firing rhythm.

He seized the brief gap as Lin Yuan landed, decisively pulled the trigger, and another sniper bullet came whistling.

This shot again aimed at his chest vital point, swift, lethal, with no hesitation.

But now Lin Yuan stood tall and steady, his stance solid, with no opening anywhere.

He had already fully recovered from the imbalance caused by his backward flight.

Facing the incoming deadly bullet, Lin Yuan's eyes were calm and composed, his body turning slightly to the side.

The precise side angle was just enough to let the bullet graze past his chest clothing with a whistle.

The hot bullet head kicked up a fierce gust, slamming hard into the ground behind him.

The hard concrete surface instantly exploded into a small, shallow pit, stone fragments flying everywhere.

Having dodged this surprise bullet, Lin Yuan paused not at all, his fighting spirit fully raised.

He stomped his foot into the dust below, channeling all his strength into a sudden burst, his form flashing.

His dark silhouette stretched a long afterimage under the yellow streetlamp, moving faster than the eye can follow.

He no longer passively evaded, but charged straight at full speed toward the residential building in the three o'clock direction.

The sniper on the high rooftop, seeing this, felt his heart tighten and immediately switched to frantic rapid fire.

The thudding gunshots boomed continuously, echoing repeatedly in the dark night.

One after another, terrifying sniper bullets rained down in dense layers, blocking Lin Yuan's advance.

The opponent expended all firepower in a frantic interception, hoping to strangle him mid-charge.

But Lin Yuan's movement was extraordinarily agile; each shift, dodge, and change of speed was precise.

He relied on ultimate close-quarters evasion to dodge every incoming bullet.

Bullets continually struck near him, kicking up dust and stone, yet never managed to touch him.

Throughout the high-speed charge, he endured the piercing pain of his left arm wound being torn.

The turned-out flesh kept oozing blood, dripping down his arm to the ground.

Scarlet blood droplets fell along the way, leaving a striking blood line on the empty street.

The closer he got to the residential building, the more fierce and resolute his charge became.

He activated his whole-body lightness skill, his form flickering unpredictably like a night-shadow.

In just a few seconds he crossed several hundred meters, instantly arriving at the building's base.

The building entrance stood open; night wind poured through the stairwell gaps, bringing waves of chill.

Lin Yuan hesitated not, turned sideways, lowered his head, strode swiftly, and plunged straight into the residential building.

The stairwell was dimly lit, the stairs layered and extending upward, leading straight to the rooftop of the top floor.

At this very moment, on the rooftop of the residential building in the three o'clock direction.

The sniper who had lain in wait for a long time still lay prone on the insulation layer, his posture low.

He stared fixedly at the street below through the high-magnification scope, continuously observing Lin Yuan's movements.

The moment he personally saw that blood-stained black shadow rush into the residential building, his face suddenly changed drastically.

A flash of extreme panic instantly crept up his brows and eyes, and his inner confidence collapsed by half in an instant.

He was well aware that his advantage lay only in long-range sniping from high altitude; once engaged in close combat, it would be a dead end.

The narrow rooftop offered no space for close-quarters maneuvering, and could not withstand the assault of a top-tier expert.

In the blink of an eye, the professional sniper made the most rational decision to withdraw.

He quickly suppressed his inner panic, his hands moving swiftly to tidy his sniper rifle efficiently.

The barrel, magazine, and scope swiftly returned to place; his movements were practiced and smooth, fully displaying top-tier skill.

Immediately afterward, he swiftly grabbed the pre-prepared high-strength dedicated descent rope.

One end of the rope was firmly locked onto the rooftop's heavy lightning-protection steel frame, secured extremely stably.

He exerted force with his raised hand, lowering the entire rope slowly along the outer wall of the rooftop.

The dark rope hung straight down the building's straight exterior wall, extending all the way to the mid-level floors.

The evening breeze gently blew, causing the rope to sway slightly in the air, appearing and disappearing faintly in the night.

This is the emergency evacuation tactic most commonly used by professional snipers, and also the safest means of escape.

Once the sniper position is exposed and the enemy launches a close-range assault, frontal withdrawal is already too late.

Going through the stairwell would directly collide head-on with the enemy storming the building, equivalent to walking into a trap.

Only by using the rope to descend the building's exterior wall can one avoid direct confrontation and make a quick escape.

The sniper took a deep breath, suppressed his inner panic, and readied himself for a possible rope-descent withdrawal at any moment.

The sniper hesitated no longer, gripping the tough descent rope firmly with one hand, his body leaning out over the rooftop's edge.

He slightly pressed his legs together, tightened his waist and back, and assumed the standard high-altitude descent posture.

This residential building stands a full eighteen stories tall, with a total vertical height of nearly fifty meters.

He continuously exerted force with his wrist to control his center of gravity, his whole body sliding rapidly down the outer wall of the rooftop.

He used the rope's buffering force, his sliding speed extremely fast, his silhouette plummeting swiftly through the night.

The bitter night wind fiercely battered his face and body, causing his clothing to snap loudly.

His sole thought was to land quickly, escape this dangerous zone, and completely shake off Lin Yuan's pursuit.

His calm, practiced movements fully revealed the escape expertise of a top-tier professional sniper.

Just as he was about to ease his speed and continue descending steadily, his mind suddenly jolted.

The sniper's figure plummeted rapidly all the way, soon smoothly sliding to the exterior wall of the sixteenth floor.

From his vantage point looking down, the ground floor of the residential building suddenly revealed a tall black silhouette.

His pupils contracted sharply inward, and his eyes instantly flared with extreme shock and astonishment.

That silhouette that made his liver and gallbladder feel torn apart was none other than Lin Yuan, the very person he had desperately tried to flee from.

That figure stood still beneath the building's ground-floor light, posture steady, utterly motionless.

Lin Yuan had just rushed into the stairwell, and had not chosen to go upstairs to pursue.

Only now did he fully realize that he had fallen into Lin Yuan's scheme from start to finish.

He stood firmly directly beneath the building, his head slightly raised, his icy gaze locked onto the height above.

He had long anticipated the sniper's exterior-wall rope-descent escape route, and had beforehand taken a detour to lie in wait on the first-floor ground.

The night-light outlined his cold, stern profile, the corner of his mouth curling into a chilling, bone-deep arc.

His gaze precisely landed on the sniper, who was descending the rope on the exterior wall of the sixteenth floor.

Lin Yuan slowly raised his right hand, which had been hanging at his side, his fingertips gripping a titanium alloy silver needle that flashed with icy light.

Without any extra expression, without the slightest ripple, only utter killing intent and cold indifference remained.

His arm slightly gathered strength, his wrist bone suddenly exerted force, and the power at his fingertips instantly burst to the extreme.

The slender silver needle glowed with a chilling cold light in the dim night, condensed with thick internal energy.

The silver flash vanished in an instant, its speed so fast it broke visual perception, shooting straight and fierce toward the sniper at high altitude on the sixteenth floor.

The silver needle, wrapped in formidable internal energy, shot forth explosively from his fingertips, tearing through the tranquil night sky.

The sniper hanging on the rope against the sixteenth-floor exterior wall saw the color drain completely from his entire face in an instant.

Extreme terror gripped his mind tightly, and every hair on his body stood up at that moment.

In the instant of life and death, he had no time to think further, instinctively making a blocking defensive reaction.

He personally witnessed that fleeting silver flash break through the air and assault him, his inner sense of danger utterly exploding.

The icy blade in the night carved a hasty gleam of cold light, he fiercely slashed to block and parry the trajectory of the incoming silver needle.

His empty left hand shot out swiftly, the short dagger at his waist instantly drawn, his wrist flipping and swinging at extreme speed.

He exerted all his strength to swing the dagger in obstruction, hoping to shatter the silver needle and evade this fatal strike.

He subconsciously believed that the target of this deadly silver needle was himself, exposed in midair.

But the next second, he fully realized he had made a fatal judgment error.

That fierce, extreme silver flash in the air suddenly adjusted its trajectory slightly, avoiding his blade's block.

The titanium alloy silver needle, from beginning to end, had never been aimed at his body.

The true target of this silver needle, unleashed after storing power, was the descent rope he was relying on to preserve his life!

When the sniper's mind fully comprehended this deadly trap, it was already too late.

The titanium alloy silver needle, breaking through the air at high speed, encountered no hesitation whatsoever, piercing precisely and fiercely.

The taut, load-bearing descent rope snapped with a bang, and the broken rope end thrashed violently in the night wind.

The needle tip dug deep into the tough core of the descent rope, instantly piercing through the entire rope.

The entire lifeline rope snapped completely and failed, unable to bear any weight any longer.

Pa!

He could no longer maintain his suspended posture, his whole body plummeting straight down vertically toward the ground.

The sniper, deprived of rope support, instantly lost all points of force.

His body fell at a terrifying speed of five meters per second, plummeting at breakneck speed straight into the ground.

The powerful gravitational pull relentlessly tugged at his body, madly dragging him downward.

At such a terrifying fall height, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

At that moment he hung outside the sixteenth-floor exterior wall, still over forty meters above the icy ground.

His pupils dilated and scattered, his face filled with utter despair and madness.

Extreme fear of death completely consumed the sniper's entire mind.

He flailed his limbs wildly in midair, desperately twisting his body, making futile struggles.

The suffocating sensation of weightlessness in midair swept over his whole body, leaving his mind blank.

He tried to use the wall's friction to buffer his fall, to stabilize his unbalanced posture.

He frantically stretched out both hands, fingers splayed wide, trying to clutch tightly onto the exterior curtain wall of the residential building.

His fingertips merely grazed the icy edge of the wall, unable to catch even a hint of leverage.

But his falling speed was simply too rapid, giving him no chance to react at all.

In the blink of an eye, his body shot across tens of meters of air, plunging downward at breakneck speed.

All his struggling, rescue attempts, and counterattacks were utterly meaningless before the absolute speed of gravity.

Peng!!

The howling gale slammed hard against his body, filling his mouth and nose, pressing so hard he could barely breathe.

The sniper's body hit the concrete ground directly in front of Lin Yuan with no cushion, slamming down heavily.

A deep, heavy, scalp-numbing thunderous impact exploded suddenly.

His bones instantly shattered across a large area, his tendons and bones completely displaced and collapsed.

The hard, icy ground instantly absorbed the full force of the high-altitude impact.

Bright red blood mixed with shredded flesh and bone fragments, instantly blooming into a large pool of blood on the ground.

His body collapsed and deformed violently, the whole person mangled beyond recognition, flesh and blood a blur.

Numerous scarlet blood droplets sprayed along the airflow, precisely landing on the black leather shoe uppers at Lin Yuan's feet.

Hot, viscous blood spread rapidly along the ground's texture, splashing outward.

The clean shoe surface instantly became stained with mottled, glaring blood spots, a shocking sight.