Chapter 815: Abuse!

Bullets filled the sky, constantly exploding on the street, the road pockmarked with craters, smoke and dust lingering.

A hail of sniper bullets whistled through the air, densely blocking the whole street, killing intent everywhere, nowhere to hide.

Lin Yuan's footwork shifted unpredictably, his body flashing and dodging repeatedly, evading every incoming bullet.

His silhouette shuttled between the dim streetlights and the heavy night, so fast only a blurred afterimage remained.

The ground kept being blasted into small pits by bullet heads, asphalt fragments flying up, rolling smoke and dust obscuring vision.

Even with relentless, vicious gunfire suppressing him, it could not slow Lin Yuan's charge in the slightest.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the tearing pain of severe wounds across his body, and charged straight toward the No. 5 Office Building ahead.

At this moment, beneath the pitch‑black night, the rooftop of the No. 5 Office Building hid a lethal threat.

The last sniper lay prone on the rooftop's insulation layer, his breath restrained to the utmost.

He steadied his sniper rifle, the scope locked onto Lin Yuan racing fast across the street, daring not to relax in the slightest.

The sniper focused all his attention on Lin Yuan alone, his mind set on intercepting and assassinating this greatest threat.

He devoted himself entirely to the ground battle, with no spare energy to scan the surroundings.

The sniper had no idea what was happening at Qin Bore's home a kilometer away.

At the far end of the distant night…

By the Qiantang River stood a high‑rise residence—this was Qin Bore's dwelling.

Inside, the bulletproof glass doors and windows that had been firmly resisting the sniper barrage now slowly opened inward.

The quiet room lost its seal, and a cool night breeze seeped in through the window cracks.

A slender, tall figure moved slowly, stepping steadily to the edge of the open balcony.

Qin Bore stood still in the night, her expression calm and cold, without a trace of panic.

Her shoulders sank slightly as she firmly lifted a long‑bodied, chilly tubular device.

The device was matte black all over, its barrel far longer than ordinary firearms, its shape strange and immensely intimidating.

No one knew the exact model or power of this specially made device, only sensing an unknown, chilling killing intent.

Qin Bore stood as steady as a rock, both hands firmly supporting the long tubular device, the muzzle aimed precisely at a distant target.

Her locked‑on position was exactly the rooftop of the No. 5 Office Building, a kilometer away, shrouded in night.

The next second, her fingertip lightly pulled the trigger, without hesitation, firing decisively.

A low, muffled boom sounded—no sharp blast of ordinary firearms, yet the movement was restrained and extremely penetrative.

Inside the elongated barrel, a highly condensed silver divine tether burst forth instantly.

The thin silver line, like lightning tearing the sky, ripped through the dark night at extreme speed.

The silver line ran perfectly straight, its trajectory flawless, speeding toward the office building's rooftop a kilometer away.

In the night, this abrupt silver streak whistled away.

In the blink of an eye, the ultra‑fast, sky‑piercing silver divine tether spanned the full kilometer of dark night.

The alloy anchor head at the tether's end precisely latched onto the exterior wall of the No. 5 Office Building's rooftop.

The hard alloy anchor head slammed into the thick concrete wall, firmly anchoring itself.

A crisp mechanical lock clicked, quietly spreading through the night wind.

A silver zip‑line stretched between two high‑rises, suspended a kilometer in the air, suddenly forming in the pitch‑black night.

The previously slack silver line instantly tightened completely, becoming straight as a string with no wobble.

The night wind howled past; the taut silver line only showed a faint tremor, steady as ever.

The thin silver cable hung in midair, spanning the entire dark‑night district, steadily linking the two rooftops.

Her expression was calm, without a hint of fear; her posture light and upright, her aura steady and cold.

Qin Bore stood at the balcony's edge, her clear, cold eyes fixed on the straight silver line ahead.

As she leapt, her hand shot out quickly, precisely gripping the zip‑line tool she carried.

The next second, she tapped the balcony railing with her toes, leapt lightly, and sprang into the air.

The whole rigging motion flowed smoothly, practiced to perfection—obviously drilled countless times.

The small, precise zip‑line buckle instantly bit and locked onto the suspended silver divine tether, forming an extremely stable connection.

She hung suspended from the silver tether, then shot along the straight, taut line at extreme speed.

At the instant she confirmed the buckle was locked and the line stable, Qin Bore used her body's weight to surge forward.

The frigid high‑altitude wind wildly whipped her hair and clothes, roaring and flinging them about.

Her silhouette became a thin black shadow, using the line's inertia to dash swiftly toward the rooftop a kilometer away.

Throughout, her posture remained steady and clean, with no wobble, showing utmost calm and professionalism.

The kilometer‑high aerial glide was extremely fast, crossing most of the night‑sky distance in an instant.

On the rooftop above, the sniper wildly spraying the street below remained utterly unaware of the lethal threat looming overhead.

In just a few tens of seconds of high‑speed aerial glide, a minute passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Bore glided along the taut silver line and steadily arrived at the rooftop platform of the opposite No. 5 Office Building.

As she landed, her fingertip lightly pinched the zip‑line release; the buckle disengaged smoothly, the motion clean and silent.

Her feet lightly touched the rooftop's concrete, her stance steady, absorbing the downward inertia without a tremor.

At this moment, on the edge of the rooftop railing, the last sniper still held his prone, gun‑ready posture.

He had no idea someone had arrived behind him; his shoulder jammed against the rifle stock, the muzzle locked downward on the street.

His finger kept pulling the trigger, bullets screaming out one after another, wildly firing at Lin Yuan charging on the ground.

The dense gunfire kept exploding, bullets continually blocking the street, doing all they could to halt Lin Yuan's advance.

All of his attention and senses were wholly drawn to that blood‑soaked charging figure on the ground.

At the moment he was focused on firing, with no time to distract himself, a bone‑chilling cold suddenly pressed against his back.

The professional instinct lurking at the edge of life and death instantly sprang awake, a strong sense of danger sweeping violently over his whole body.

His mind tensed suddenly, and both pupils snapped inward, rapidly contracting to a point.

The air instantly became stagnant and oppressive, the suffocating feeling of being locked on by a top‑level expert crystal clear.

He dared not pause even slightly, suppressing the panic in his heart, he jerked his head back with a forceful twist of his neck.

In the mere instant of turning his head, his face underwent a sudden, drastic change, all color draining away in an instant.

Extreme terror and shock instantly flooded his face, his eyes completely filled with an unexpected dread.

There, Qin Bore the woman had, unbeknownst when, silently appeared behind him.

The last sniper on the rooftop had his pupils contract sharply, his face instantly covered in extreme fear.

He didn't even have time to think how the opponent had crossed a kilometer distance and silently reached the rooftop.

Survival instinct exploded instantly; he violently exerted force with both hands, swiftly swinging the muzzle of his sniper rifle.

The cold muzzle instantly retracted from the street below, locking dead‑on on Qin Bore at point‑blank range.

He hesitated not at all, his fingertip slammed the trigger, firing instantly.

At close range the muzzle burst with a blinding, dazzling flame, a high‑velocity sniper bullet shooting out suddenly.

The bullet, carrying terrifying close‑range kinetic energy, headed straight for Qin Bore's vital chest.

Faced with this point‑blank lethal bullet, Qin Bore remained calm, showing no panic.

Her slender, graceful body suddenly pushed off to sidestep, then smoothly rolled low to the ground.

The whole motion flowed like clouds and water, light and agile, easily dodging the deadly bullet.

The high‑speed bullet grazed her collar and slammed hard into the rooftop concrete, spraying fine stone fragments.

The sniper refused to give up, in a panicked frenzy he kept pulling the trigger, bullets spraying out continuously.

A dense hail of bullets blocked the entire area before him, trying to leave Qin Bore no room to dodge.

Qin Bore's figure flickered unpredictably, shifting left and right continuously, evading every incoming bullet.

A cool night wind blew freely, stirring her dark, silky hair, which floated lightly in the air.

On her exquisite, flawless face there was not a trace of killing intent; instead, a faint, deep, alluring curve played across her lips.

She parted her red lips, and a clear, cool, gentle voice echoed slowly across the open rooftop.

"Your marksmanship isn't very accurate."

Before her words faded, Qin Bore's figure blurred, moving with a speed almost like teleportation.

In a brief instant, her body pressed close to his face, steadily appearing directly in front of the sniper.

The sniper's heart seemed to stop, his face filled with terror, his whole self plunged into despair.

He clenched his teeth, clinging to the last sliver of hope for survival, and hastily tried to pull the trigger again to fire back.

But his movement was ultimately too slow by more than a beat, completely suppressed by Qin Bore's rhythm.

Qin Bore's slender wrist gave a light shake, and a cold‑glinting, sharp dagger instantly emerged from her loose sleeve.

She snapped her wrist with force, the dagger in hand bearing a fierce wind, and she slashed hard sideways at the sniper's rifle barrel.

"Crack!"

A sharp, piercing metallic crack exploded, echoing across the entire high rooftop.

The hard sniper rifle shaft offered no resistance, being cleanly cut through with ease by her.

The upper half of the barrel broke off, slamming heavily onto the concrete with a dull thud.

The sniper's eyes bulged wide, his pupils contracting sharply, his gaze filled with utter disbelief.

His mind went blank, his heart roaring frantically with the same thought.

"How is this possible?"

The rifle in his hands was a top‑grade, super‑powerful tactical sniper rifle, authentically imported from the United States.

The whole gun was forged from aviation‑grade titanium alloy, its texture extremely hard, with outstanding pressure‑ and cut‑resistance.

Its official rated maximum range is a full kilometer, its power formidable, its material far surpassing ordinary steel firearms.

Ordinary blades and cold weapons cannot leave even a scratch on this titanium‑alloy barrel.

Yet now, this indestructible top‑tier sniper rifle was effortlessly severed by the opponent's single stroke!

Before the shock could fade from his heart, Qin Bore's motion did not pause; her jade hand suddenly rose steadily.

The chilling dagger in her palm flared with cold light, wrapped in a wind that tore the air, and she thrust it straight at the sniper with fierce speed.

Faced with this lethal strike, the sniper's body hairs stood on end instantly, his pupils snapping to a point.

Under the extreme life‑and‑death crisis, he instinctively reached for his waist, drawing his personal combat short dagger to fight back desperately.

He gritted his teeth, exerted force with his arm to hold the short dagger horizontally before him, trying to block Qin Bore's dagger head‑on.

The two blades clashed instantly, a clear metallic ring exploding on the rooftop.

But the next second, the last of his resolve crumbled completely.

His carefully forged combat short dagger proved utterly ineffectual against Qin Bore's dagger.

After only a few brief clashes, before he could muster force to steady the blade, a piercing snap rang out.

The short dagger he relied on for self‑defense snapped cleanly in half, the broken half flying from his hand and slamming heavily to the ground.

The sniper stood frozen in place, his eyes filled with utter shock and disbelief.

He stared fixedly at the seemingly ordinary dagger in Qin Bore's hand, his mind violently trembling.

He could not comprehend why this dagger was so hard and sharp, capable of cutting iron like mud.

Ordinary weapons were as fragile as paper before it, with no chance to resist.

His mind raced with bewilderment; he could not even guess what rare material this strange dagger was forged from.

After a brief moment of dazedness, he forcibly suppressed his fear, vainly trying to rely on close-quarters combat to fight back desperately.

But all his thoughts of counterattack were utterly futile before Qin Bore's extreme sword speed.

Qin Bore's wrist flipped and flowed, her sword grip unpredictable, her strike speed so fast it broke the limit of the naked eye.

The snow-bright blade light intertwined in layers, spreading out, almost turning into a sky-full of fine afterimages, enveloping the entire space.

The naked eye could not possibly capture the dagger's true trajectory, only able to see flashes of cold light shuttling back and forth.

Pfft!

The first blade's muffled sound upon entering flesh suddenly exploded, sharp and piercing.

Pfft! Pfft!

Continuous piercing sounds rang out densely, layer upon layer, without the slightest break.

Dozens of extremely fierce piercing attacks all landed on the sniper's body.

The icy dagger repeatedly pierced his flesh precisely, wounds covering his entire body densely.

The intense piercing pain frenzied swept through his whole body, the sniper's muscles spasming violently uncontrollably.

He could no longer steady his staggering form, his feet involuntarily stepping back repeatedly.

With each step backward, the dense wounds on his body would be completely torn open.

Scalding bright red blood surged wildly from countless wounds, continuously jetting out from his body.

Scarlet blood droplets and streaks flew across the sky, landing on the concrete floor of the rooftop, spreading into large blotchy stains.

The intense pain surged through his nerves, making his chest's qi and blood churn violently, impossible to suppress.

The sniper's throat felt sweet, he spat out a large mouthful of warm blood, staining the front of his clothes red.

His whole body seemed to bleed from every pore, his entire person drenched in blood, wretched to the extreme.

The night wind swept over the rooftop, kicking up a sky-full of fine blood mist, the bloody-sweet scent instantly filling the entire high altitude.

Personally enduring this extremely terrifying sword technique, the sniper's heart held only endless horror and despair.

Qin Bore's swordsmanship had long surpassed the realm of ordinary combat, being fierce, precise, and ruthless to the extreme.

Every point where her blade landed was extremely tricky, precisely avoiding vital dead spots, all striking the body's vital points.

Each piercing could bring heart-rending, lung-splitting pain, yet always left him a last sliver of life.

She did not rush to end his life with a single blow, but instead continued her attacks slowly and deliberately.

She was clearly using the most cruel, most tormenting method to torture this sniper alive.

Endless pain piled up layer by layer, slowly wearing down the sniper's stamina, will, and spirit.

This torment of being unable to live or die was far more terrifying and agonizing than instant death.

The sniper's legs went weak and numb, his backward steps grew increasingly unsteady, almost about to collapse to the ground.

His eyes were filled with bloodshot, his whole body soaked in blood, his body and mind utterly crushed by boundless fear.