Chapter 813: Staircase Ambush!

Lin Yuan lowered his gaze…… staring at the bloody, mangled corpse beside his feet,

On his stern face, there was not a flicker of emotion.

Lin Yuan's pair of pitch-black eyes…… were covered with frost,

Only a chilling killing intent remained.

The demise of this top sniper could not in the slightest relax his tense mind.

On the dead-silent night street, danger still lurked in every dark corner.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to rise…… to shift to the next target, a piercing tearing-through-the-air sound…… suddenly exploded from behind him.

From the dark high ground at the seven o'clock direction, the second sniper bullet, carrying deadly killing intent, came flying.

This concealed sniper remained motionless, patiently lying in wait, awaiting the best moment to strike.

He deliberately let his companion act and fall, solely to precisely catch the opening when Lin Yuan landed and lost focus.

The bullet's speed through the air was extremely fast, carrying a sharp whistling sound, directly aiming for Lin Yuan's vital spot on his back.

Lin Yuan's combat instinct…… had long been etched into his marrow, needing no sight to sense the deadly danger behind him.

Lin Yuan's waist suddenly exerted force to twist, his whole body following the force to the utmost sideways shift.

Lin Yuan's figure slid close to the air in an instant, precisely dodging this sniper's lethal bullet.

The scorching sniper bullet head scraped past his back clothing with a whistling, then slammed hard into the ground ahead.

The hard concrete pavement instantly exploded with tiny pits, stone fragments and dust flying everywhere.

Lin Yuan steadied his form, his head swiftly turning with the momentum, his sharp gaze locking onto the high ground at the seven o'clock direction.

On the edge of the office building's rooftop shrouded in night, a thin black shadow lay low and motionless.

That was exactly the second sniper, never exposed, always lying in wait in the dark.

Through a high-power scope, the opponent firmly locked onto Lin Yuan on the ground.

The lens reflected scattered cold light; there was not a ripple in his eyes, only icy killing intent.

The two faced each other across hundreds of meters of night; the air instantly solidified, tension stretched to the limit.

Lin Yuan knew that this sniper's patience and marksmanship made him tougher to deal with than the opponent who had just fallen.

He dared not have the slightest delay, enduring the tearing pain of his left arm wound.

All his muscles tensed; his feet slammed the ground, his figure again suddenly flashed.

Scattered blood droplets kept dripping from his left arm, leaving specks of crimson on the ground.

Lin Yuan abandoned all passive evasion, carrying a blood-soaked killing aura, he charged straight at full speed toward the office building in the seven o'clock direction.

At the office building's rooftop one kilometer away in the seven o'clock direction, the second sniper lay prone on the rooftop floor.

He steadied his sniper rifle, the scope locking tightly onto Lin Yuan sprinting across the street, with no deviation.

He no longer did single-point probing shots; he directly locked the trigger, unleashing uninterrupted suppressive fire.

Compared to his companion who had just perished, this sniper's approach was more steady and ferocious, leaving no gaps.

Dozens of bullets densely covered all of Lin Yuan's possible movement spaces, forming a tight web of deadly trajectories.

Each modified sniper bullet…… kept spewing from the barrel, bringing a piercing tearing-through-the-air scream as it swooped down.

The hard, solid asphalt surface was violently shattered by the high-speed bullet heads, creating pits of varying depth.

Bullets kept striking the asphalt beside Lin Yuan, erupting with one muffled boom after another.

Gray-white smoke and dust rose in layers, blurring vision and completely blocking Lin Yuan's dodging view.

Fine concrete particles, asphalt debris…… accompanied by thick smoke and dust flying everywhere, filling the entire open street.

His body kept accelerating on the pitch-black night street, his posture elusive, extremely agile.

Under the barrage of gunfire, Lin Yuan still did not retreat in the slightest, fully exerting his body to sprint at extreme speed.

Each sidestep, turn, and change of speed precisely fit into the gaps between the bullets' tearing-through-the-air, barely, barely.

His steps hurriedly crossed, his waist repeatedly twisted, he quickly shifted left and right to dodge, avoiding the incoming dense bullets.

Several bullets that he couldn't dodge in time scraped past his body at high speed, fiercely grazing his surface skin.

But the opponent's bullet density was too terrifying, covering an extremely wide area, making it impossible to avoid them all.

In an instant, fine yet savage bloodstains spread across Lin Yuan's back, shoulders, waist, and thighs.

The high-speed bullet heads' fierce airflow and friction instantly tore his surface skin.

His suit, already soaked in blood, now gained several more scarlet streaks, looking even more disheveled and glaring.

Warm blood kept seeping out through the gaps in his damaged skin, slowly trickling down his body.

His left arm's original deep wound down to the bone, with continued high-speed motion, kept being violently torn.

The dense abrasions all over his surface continually sent needle-like stings, covering his whole body.

The continuous high-intensity dodging, excessive blood loss, and layered injuries began to constantly drag down Lin Yuan's body.

The tearing pain of deep muscles added to the stinging of surface abrasions; the combined pain completely engulfed his whole body.

His once lightning-fast rushing technique visibly slowed down to the naked eye.

His qi and blood continued to be consumed, his stamina rapidly overdrawn, his limbs beginning to feel waves of numb soreness.

Under the dense, uninterrupted bullet suppression, Lin Yuan's charging motion completely slowed, his forward steps severely hindered.

His agile dodging motions gradually became sluggish and stiff; each shift tugged at his aching body all over.

Just as Lin Yuan was being tightly suppressed by the dense fire of the sniper at seven o'clock, his body sluggish and hindered.

On the high rooftop of a tall building in the five o'clock direction, the situation quietly shifted.

He had been paying attention to the movements of his two other companions the whole time, clearly hearing the continuous changes in the intense gunfire.

The third sniper, who had been firmly locked onto Qin Bore's balcony and continuously bombarding the bulletproof glass, suddenly ceased fire.

The companion at position three met a bizarre demise, while the companion at position seven alone suppressed but could not manage to kill Lin Yuan for a long time.

Through the high-altitude view overlooking the street, he instantly sensed that the battlefield situation was abnormal.

If he kept insisting on bombarding the glass and let Lin Yuan charge, he would eventually be picked off one by one.

His keen battlefield intuition made it clear that his remaining comrades had already fallen into great combat danger.

He quickly adjusted the sniper rifle's angle with both hands, steadily turned the barrel, and completely redirected all gunfire.

He no longer obsessed over targeting Qin Bore inside the house, decisively abandoning the prolonged armor-piercing shots.

The top sniper at the five o'clock direction formally joined the encirclement and hunt of Lin Yuan.

The cold gun barrel originally aimed at the residential building's balcony instantly lowered, locking onto Lin Yuan, who was bloodily charging through the night street.

One after another, modified sniper rounds broke the air with a chilling killing intent, diving down to bombard Lin Yuan on the street.

He pressed the stock firmly against his shoulder, his fingertip on the trigger, and launched into a frenzied firing mode without pause.

The sniper in the office building at the seven o'clock direction showed no letup, continuing to pour out a hail of bullets.

The street, which had previously been suppressed by only one-sided fire, instantly faced deadly crossfire from both directions.

Bullets from east and west layered and overlapped, completely sealing off all of Lin Yuan's evasive routes.

Two top snipers hidden at different high-altitude positions formed a perfect crossfire net.

The unceasing sniper gunfire intertwined, shaking the entire empty, dead-quiet late-night street.

In the pitch-black night sky, two gun muzzle flames from different directions flickered repeatedly, blinding and perilous.

The dense, cross-directional firepower locked down the entire district, completely blocking all of Lin Yuan's evasion and charge routes.

The sky-filling sniper bullets wove layer upon layer, airtight, completely thwarting his movements.

In dire straits, Lin Yuan's eyes flashed with sharpness; he no longer passively dodged, but decisively raised his hand and exerted force.

His wounds compounded with high-intensity exertion, making each shift increasingly sluggish and heavy.

Shards of cold light sliced the black night sky, precisely meeting the sniper bullets flying through midair.

His fingertips trembled repeatedly, and several titanium-alloy silver needles slipped from his grip, all shooting upward.

The incoming high-speed sniper bullets were precisely struck by the silver needles, deviating and exploding in midair.

In midair, successive sharp metallic clangs rang out, sparks scattering, explosions unceasing.

Taking advantage of the brief gap in firepower, Lin Yuan hesitated no longer, his body erupting in an extreme burst of speed.

The dense bullet blockade was torn open by him with this fierce, domineering method.

In a brief instant, he crossed a hundred-meter street zone and plunged headfirst into the office building at the seven o'clock direction.

He dragged his wounded body, lowered his head, and broke through the bullet-filled blockade at full speed.

The dim, quiet first-floor lobby of the office building instantly sealed off all external danger.

The cold building doors were shaken slightly by the wind from his body, completely blocking outside gunfire.

He lowered his stature, landed with light steps, and perfectly hid in the shadowed corner of the first floor, waiting silently.

After rushing into the lobby, Lin Yuan did not recklessly go upstairs; he immediately pressed himself against the wall and concealed all his presence.

He had long anticipated the opponent's retreat route, patiently waiting for the seven o'clock sniper on the roof to follow his comrades in a rapid descent.

Dust and blood swirled around him; he kept his nerves taut, paying close attention to every movement on the roof.

After several minutes of silent waiting, the roof still showed no sign of a rope descending.

As long as the opponent dared to slide down the rope, he could repeat his previous killing move and defeat them in one strike.

He witnessed the entire process: his comrade at the five o'clock direction attempted a rapid-descent escape, but the rope was cut and he fell to his death from high altitude.

This Number Seven Sniper was far more cautious and deceitful than the fallen comrade, having already learned from the preceding mistake.

He knew that once suspended in midair, he would be a helpless target, utterly unable to fight back.

Deep down he greatly feared the strange power of Lin Yuan's silver needles, completely abandoning the plan to escape via the exterior wall.

He deliberately seized the high-ground advantage, lay in wait silently, and waited for Lin Yuan to take the initiative to storm upstairs.

At this moment he lay completely hidden on the office building's rooftop, holding his breath, motionless.

One guarded the building, the other lay hidden; inside and outside the building they formed an ultimate silent standoff.

As soon as Lin Yuan stepped into the stairwell and exposed his figure, he could fire a deadly shot at once.

A deep bone-exposing wound on his left arm kept bleeding; the stinging abrasions all over his body piled up, constantly wearing on his mind.

The lengthy wait yielded no enemy opening, instead continually draining Lin Yuan's remaining stamina.

Lin Yuan deeply knew the situation was perilous, unwilling to waste time, and actively broke the dead silence of the standoff.

Continuing the pointless stalemate would only give the remaining five o'clock sniper a chance to encircle.

His stature suddenly rose again, his steps steady and swift, as he charged straight toward the building's interior fire escape stairwell at top speed.

He lifted his gaze toward the dark, deep stairwell, and the killing intent in his eyes solidified once more.

He no longer passively waited for the opponent to be caught; he chose to launch an assault upstairs, decisively ending the hunt.

Lin Yuan exerted force with his steps, his body darting forward, and he plunged headfirst into the dark, deep fire escape stairwell passage.

The entire office building stood thirty stories tall, with lofty floor intervals, numerous stairs, making the climb extremely taxing on stamina.

In the dim, narrow stairwell, only his hurried yet steady footsteps echoed, layer upon layer.

He dared not pause even slightly, his legs alternating rapidly as he sprinted upward flight by flight.

The sustained high-intensity extreme climb, added to his full-body injuries, continually drained his physical functions.

Nonstop, he relied on his remaining strength to forcefully climb from the first floor straight to the fifteenth floor.

His qi and blood surged violently, his heart and lungs raced, and his chest felt waves of hot, stuffy discomfort.

A brief sprint of just over ten floors consumed most of his remaining stamina.

Cool air rushed into his throat, bringing a dry, stinging sensation that tugged at his exhausted limbs.

His formerly steady breathing grew rough and rapid, his chest continually heaving as he gasped.

Just as his foot had just stepped onto the fifteenth-floor landing and he took a slight breath, a deadly crisis suddenly descended.

The wound on his left arm, turned outward, continued to bleed with the vigorous movement, and warm blood kept dripping down his arm.

The Number Seven Sniper lying in wait in the upper-floor stairwell had already shifted position in advance and set an ambush.

From the dark stairwell corner above, several sharp, piercing bullet cracks suddenly exploded.

Several modified sniper bullets burst forth in succession, carrying a devastating impact as they plunged straight downward.

The enemy had not held the top floor at all, but instead quietly moved down, silently waiting for Lin Yuan to walk into the trap.

Lin Yuan was in the posture of lunging upward, his body suspended and unstable, completely caught off guard.

Bullets densely covered the entire stairwell landing, precisely sealing off all of Lin Yuan's escape routes.

His waist and abdomen suddenly sank, his body surged forward in a rapid crawl, pressing hard against the cold stairwell landing.

In a hair's-breadth moment of life and death, he had no time to dodge sideways, instinctively making the safest defensive move.

A stream of bullets grazed his head, back, and shoulders at high speed, slamming hard into the steps below.

The hard, icy concrete steps instantly bore his body, minimizing his exposed area to the greatest extent.

Almost all the lethal bullets were narrowly avoided, yet one bullet's trajectory remained extremely tricky.

Stone fragments and bullet shards instantly exploded and scattered, flying wildly within the narrow stairwell.

Extreme friction heat and impact instantly tore open the thick fabric of his back's suit.

This bullet skimmed tightly across the skin of his back at high speed, its force extremely brutal.

A deep, long, ferocious gash instantly spanned the entire width of Lin Yuan's back.

As the fabric tore apart and flew, the surface skin and underlying muscle were forcibly scraped open.

Countless capillaries ruptured, and scalding hot blood instantly surged out.

The torn flesh flipped outward and ripped, exposing the red muscle fibers completely.

Heart-rending, searing pain spread instantly along the nerves of his back throughout his body, piercing and unbearable.

Profuse blood quickly flooded the wound on his back, then flowed freely along the spinal lines.

Old and new injuries piled up all over his body, completely pushing him to the limit.

The intense pain made his body jerk violently, and a fine cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.