Chapter 814: Prey and Hunter!

Inside the narrow, enclosed stairwell, the gunfire…… showed no sign of letting up.

The Number Seven Sniper stationed at the top‑floor stairwell entrance, his fingers…… clenched the trigger relentlessly.

He held the high ground, enjoyed an absolute terrain advantage, and kept sweeping fire wildly downward.

Sniper rounds…… came down in an unending stream from above.

The bullets densely covered the entire stairwell passage, trying to completely cut off Lin Yuan's ascent route.

The sniper resolved to use continuous firepower to suppress, pinning Lin Yuan firmly below the floors.

Lin Yuan lay prone on a step, feeling the blast of bullets exploding overhead, his gaze growing ever colder.

He seized the brief lull in gunfire, twisted his waist sharply, and his body shot up explosively.

His whole body…… darted at extreme speed within the narrow stairwell, his form flickering unpredictably.

Lin Yuan sometimes leaned left to dodge, sometimes shifted right to evade, each sidestep precise to within a hair's breadth.

Countless lethal bullets grazed his shoulder, ear, and spine, whizzing past at high speed.

Bullets striking the concrete steps kicked up a sky‑fine spray of stone fragments and drifting dust.

Even as the gunfire became intensely dense, it still could not lock onto his ever‑changing form.

Even with wounds all over his body screaming in pain and his strength near exhaustion, Lin Yuan showed not the slightest retreat.

He gritted his teeth, bore the tearing pain throughout his body, and his movement technique surged again suddenly.

He completely ignored the madly pouring gunfire overhead and recklessly charged toward the top floor at breakneck speed.

The hurried footsteps exploded in layers within the corridor, the rhythm rapid and resolute.

Stretch after stretch of steps flew past behind him, the distance between floors shrinking in an instant.

In just a few seconds of all‑out sprint, Lin Yuan literally surged from the fifteenth floor straight to the thirtieth‑floor roof.

The scene at the top‑floor stairwell entrance flooded his vision, and his view instantly opened up.

That Number Seven Sniper was half‑kneeling on the top‑floor stair step.

His gun‑holding arm was tense and rigid, the muzzle locked firmly on the stairwell entrance below.

At this moment the straight‑line distance between them was only a few short meters, within arm's reach, with no buffer zone.

When the sniper saw Lin Yuan, drenched in blood yet still fearlessly charging forward,

his formerly calm and ruthless face instantly drained of color, filled with utter terror.

His inner resolve collapsed completely, and his hands instinctively squeezed the trigger even more frantically.

The sniper rifle burst forth with its most violent rate of fire, bullets pouring down like a rainstorm.

At this close range of a few meters, the sweeping fire's lethality was terrifying enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Yet Lin Yuan, trapped in desperation, had honed his movement technique to the utmost, so fast the naked eye could barely follow.

His body continually made slight sways, shifts, and dodges, evading every bullet coming straight at him.

All the hail of gunfire missed, striking only the empty stairwell walls and steps.

The walls were pockmarked with pits, concrete chips kept falling, and smoke dust filled the entire floor corridor.

Giving the opponent no chance to keep sweeping fire, Lin Yuan stepped repeatedly on the steps beneath his feet.

His form leapt up like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye he stood steadily before the sniper.

The sniper, flying backward mid‑air, had bloodshot, twisted eyes, and he strained with his last strength to steady his trembling hands.

He clenched his broken, bleeding gums tight, his fractured jaw displaced and turned outward, every movement sending agonizing pain to his core.

He gripped the sniper rifle in his palm with a death grip, the muzzle wildly making micro‑adjustments, doggedly tracking Lin Yuan's charging figure.

He hoped to fire a killing shot before hitting the ground, even if it meant taking Lin Yuan down with him in mutual destruction.

The chaotic muzzle flash erupted instantly, two rounds breaking free of the chamber and blasting toward Lin Yuan's former position.

But Lin Yuan's movement technique had already surpassed its limit, his near‑teleportation speed completely throwing off the bullets' tracking path.

Both rounds went wide, punching holes through the stairwell air and smashing into a distant wall, exploding in a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the moment when the sniper's body hung in mid‑air, with no leverage and totally off‑balance—a fatal opening—Lin Yuan had already closed in to point‑blank range.

He endured the penetrating wounds to his back and left arm, then suddenly summoned power from his waist and abdomen, leaping upward half an inch.

His right hand's five fingers clenched into a fist, the arm muscles tensing and bulging, gathering all his remaining strength.

He unleashed a fierce, overbearing straight punch, sparing nothing as it smashed hard into the sniper's suspended chest.

A heavy, dull thud of flesh on flesh boomed out, the force so overpowering it made one's scalp tingle.

The sniper's chest cavity instantly collapsed violently, several ribs snapping, misaligning, and shattering.

The massive internal injury swept through his whole body in an instant, and a mouthful of scalding blood again gushed wildly from his throat.

He could no longer hold onto the sniper rifle in his hand; its force dissipated, and it slipped straight from his palm, flying away.

The cold weapon tumbled and struck the concrete steps with a heavy metallic clang.

Having lost his weapon, suffered grave wounds, and hung helpless in the air, the sniper was utterly reduced to a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Lin Yuan showed no mercy; in an instant of close combat he raised his hand, locked the wrist, and precisely seized the sniper's right wrist.

With fingertip force he locked the meridian joint tight, leaving no room for the opponent to struggle or rebound.

Immediately after, he wrenched the wrist violently, using the sniper's backward‑flying inertia to yank it downward hard.

With a crisp crack, the sniper's right wrist was snapped outright, bent and displaced.

A shrill, agonized scream burst from his throat, mixed with spraying blood, a sight of gruesome brutality at its extreme.

Lin Yuan's eyes were icy and indifferent, without a hint of pause; he lifted his leg, bent the knee, and drove a knee strike upward fiercely.

His hard knee slammed heavily into the sniper's lower abdomen, the dantian spot, and a tremendous force pierced straight through the body.

The sniper's eyes bulged instantly, his abdominal organs violently convulsed and shifted, the excruciating pain leaving him utterly breathless and spasming.

His body, which had been flying backward, under the successive heavy blows saw its falling speed surge, and he completely lost all signs of life.

Lin Yuan, going with the momentum, loosened the buckle on his wrist, landed steady, feet planted firm as rock.

The sniper, covered in heavy wounds and broken bones, hit the ground like a torn sack.

His body jerked and twitched uncontrollably, limbs spasming, unable to rise even a bit.

His broken jaw twisted out of shape, mouth a bloody mess, unable to even let out a full groan.

Fresh blood flowed slowly through the cracks of the steps, staining the top‑floors stairway entrance a glaring crimson.

This second sniper, lurking in the office building, fierce and hard to deal with, lay on the ground, breathing his last.

Lin Yuan walked step by step toward the sniper.

The dying sniper……the little left in his eyes……was completely filled with murderous madness,

The sniper knew……he had no chance of survival today.

He gave up all futile gunfire counter‑moves, his left hand shot to his waist and yanked off the hanging high‑explosive grenade.

With a flick of his fingers he pulled the pin, thick white smoke burst instantly from the grenade's top.

The piercing hiss of the fuse ignited, in the short countdown it carried an extreme threat of death.

Enduring the agonizing pain of shattered bones, he mustered his last strength and hurled the smoking grenade hard at Lin Yuan's chest.

He had already resolved to die together; even if torn apart, he would drag Lin Yuan into the blast.

Seeing the grenade flying straight at him, about to explode instantly, Lin Yuan's expression turned icy, without a hint of panic or retreat.

He twisted his waist, charged his right leg into the air, and delivered a clean Leaping Heavy Kick that struck the grenade's shell squarely.

A massive, explosive force burst forth, kicking the high‑speed grenade back the way it came.

The grenade, trailing white smoke, arced through the air and flew straight back toward the sniper who could no longer resist.

The sniper's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his face filled with utter terror, leaving no room to dodge.

Taking advantage of the sniper's stunned moment, Lin Yuan flashed forward and instantly stood before him.

He ignored the obvious wound on his left arm and the torn gash on his back, gathering all his remaining strength into his fists.

In the next instant, a storm‑like barrage of heavy punches slammed without restraint into the sniper's chest.

Thick, heavy, explosive sounds of flesh striking flesh rang out continuously, echoing madly in the narrow corridor.

Each punch weighed over a thousand jin, crushing the sniper's fragile chest and torso.

The sniper's throat kept spewing a sweet‑smelling blood, gushing hot in great mouthfuls, dyeing the air before him red.

Sharp, crisp cracks of breaking bones rang out nonstop, making scalps tingle and spirits shudder.

The sniper's ribs broke, displaced, and bent one after another, losing all support.

Hard bone fragments tore through the flesh, jutting out grotesquely, exposed to the air.

Pale white ribs jutted out, tangled with dark‑red, rolled flesh, the scene bloody and bone‑chilling, horrifying to the extreme.

The relentless violent punches piled up, utterly blasting the sniper's entire chest cavity into collapse.

Once flat chest caved in and deformed, bones shattered completely, torso twisted beyond repair.

Overbearing fist force pierced flesh and bone, shattering every organ and vessel in the abdomen.

The shattered viscera could no longer be contained, slowly seeping out through the torn wounds.

Mangled organs and sticky blood mixed and flowed, soaking the sniper's upper half in gore.

His whole body was reduced to broken bones and ruined organs, a bloody wreck of a shell.

Lin Yuan still did not stop; his final heavy punch landed solidly, snuffing out the sniper's last spark of life.

His clenched fists were soaked through with hot, sticky blood, his whole body dyed red, not a dry spot left.

Between his fingertips and across his knuckles, every crevice was smeared with the sniper's blood, a glaring crimson.

Warm blood dripped steadily from his finger joints, splashing onto the blood‑soaked steps, spreading faint red stains.

The sniper's body jerked violently a few times, limbs went rigid, the light in his eyes vanished completely.

His huge frame went limp, utterly motionless, with no breath or heartbeat left.

The bloody, silent top‑floor corridor fell still; the second sniper was now completely dead.

Thus, in the whole encirclement battle, only the last sniper still had combat ability.

Lin Yuan slowly raised his blood‑stained hands, letting the blood on his fingertips drip down.

That final sniper was lurking at the high‑point in the six‑o'clock direction.

The night‑shrouded building outlines lay dark and cold, hiding a final deadly threat.

He endured the blatant pain of his left arm and torn back, lifting his gaze toward the distant office building.

He had monitored the whole battlefield through his scope, watching his two companions fall one after another.

At the six‑o'clock direction's rooftop platform, the last sniper remained hidden, ready.

The last surviving sniper's face suddenly changed, his eyes instantly filling with fear and gravity.

Seeing the comms go dead silent and his companions fallen in the streets and corridors, his mind was greatly shaken.

After a brief panic, the professional killer's instinct let him quickly suppress the inner tremor.

He never imagined that three perfectly coordinated top snipers would be taken down one by one by a single person.

On a high platform one kilometer away, he steadied his aim at Lin Yuan on the office building's roof.

He threw himself prone, shoulder pressed hard against the sniper rifle's stock, the muzzle instantly locking on target.

A muffled gunshot tore through the night; a lethal sniper bullet shot forth at extreme speed.

Without hesitation or doubt, he decisively pulled the trigger and fired instantly.

Lin Yuan's battle honed from years of blood‑soaked combat surged to the extreme, sensing the utmost deadly danger.

The bullet, wrapped in a biting gust, shot straight for Lin Yuan's vital spot on the rooftop head.

Lin Yuan's body exploded with force, his waist whipping sideways, his whole body shifting to the extreme side.

His movements were incredibly fast, barely dodging the lethal shot at the instant the bullet would hit.

The hard wall surface instantly blew out a shallow pit, with fine stone fragments and dust flying everywhere.

The scorching bullet grazed his shoulder fabric and slammed hard into the concrete wall behind him.

He smoothly rolled along the cold ground, swiftly evading any possible follow‑up bullets.

Lin Yuan denied the opponent a second chance to aim, suddenly pushing off with his feet and flashing his body violently.

After several consecutive tactical rolls, he instantly withdrew from the exposed open area on the rooftop.

His figure darted swiftly to the edge of the stairwell, without any hesitation, charging straight into the corridor.

He no longer chose to waste stamina by running down dozens of floors on foot, decisively heading straight for the elevator area.

His fingertips quickly pressed the first‑floor button; the elevator doors swiftly shut, blocking the view of the gunfire from above.

The elevator doors slowly opened; Lin Yuan flashed out and dashed at high speed through the office building's main gate.

The elevator descended rapidly; in just a few seconds it steadily reached the office building's first‑floor lobby.

His gaze locked firmly on the enemy building in the six‑o'clock direction; he sprang forward with full speed.

The biting night wind blew against him, stirring his blood‑stained clothes and letting the bloody smell spread freely.

On the deserted, pitch‑black midnight street, a blood‑soaked figure sprinted at full speed, resolute and fierce.

The last sniper on the distant rooftop stared intently at Lin Yuan charging down the street, refusing to give up blocking him.

Bullets covered Lin Yuan's advance in a dense blanket, layer after layer sealing off every possible breakthrough.

He constantly adjusted his shooting angle, pulling the trigger repeatedly; countless sniper bullets tore through the air in successive sweeps.

Bullets exploded continuously across the street, pockmarking the road with craters; smoke and dust lingered without dispersing.

The sniper expended all his ammunition, wildly pouring fire, attempting… to forcibly block Lin Yuan's charge.