Chapter 680

Although Ning Chen had never come into contact with anyone from the Fugu Group, he understood the way these people in Cangbei operated and naturally knew that those harboring greed would not easily abandon the fat meat already in their grasp.

These five people were the fat meat within the Fugu Group; even to ensure the research could continue, the people of the Fugu Group would not choose to fire easily and kill these five.

Chu Muyu thought for a moment, seeming to agree with Ning Chen's words, and nodded: "You speak well. I thought about it, and it indeed seems so. But what if they fire..." Chu Muyu did not finish this sentence, because he knew they could only gamble now; without breaking, there is no establishing. If those people really did fire, they could only blame bad luck.

Since death was inevitable either way, it was better to fight; perhaps they could truly fight their way to a living path.

Ning Chen looked at him, nodded gently to Chu Muyu, and then said, "I cannot stay here long; I must leave quickly." As he spoke, he looked toward the door, "If I stay here any longer, they will likely make a move against me."

Chu Muyu made an "Mm" sound; although worried, he understood that excessive concern leads to chaos, so he stopped looking at Ning Chen and instead focused his gaze on the gun in his own hand.

Just as Ning Chen had thought, these five people picked up whatever they did with exceptional speed; after the girl taught them once, they could quickly get the hang of it.

Ning Chen let them fire a few shots while he himself crept step by step out of the truck bed; no matter how much the people sitting on the truck wanted to shoot at Ning Chen, they could not bring themselves to do so for fear of injuring the others inside the truck, and thus their intent came to nothing.

Jia Yi angrily slapped his own thigh: "Does this mean we can only watch helplessly as they leave Cangbei?"

The assistant turned his head to look at Jia Yi and quietly offered a suggestion: "We only need to kill Ning Chen, and those people will not be able to escape Cangbei, but..."

But Ning Chen was not a pushover; he was very tricky, even so tricky that so many people could not bring him to justice. Jia Yi obviously knew this principle; he looked up and gazed around while speaking ruthlessly: "No matter what, do not let them go... If they really do escape Cangbei, I do not mind killing them all. If I cannot have them, no one else shall."

Jia Yi's usual style of conduct was ruthless and heartless; he knew deeply that he could not keep those five young geniuses, so he must ensure no one else got them. Moreover, after they returned to the Hua Kingdom, they might bring him even greater trouble.

And Jia Yi was a person who disliked trouble.

562. The Ungraspable Moment, Gradually Mastering the Art of Firing

The expression in Jia Yi's eyes darkened; he picked up his phone, sent a text message, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the person on the other end: "If necessary, you can kill them all. Rather than leaving them alive to go to the Hua Kingdom, it is better to let them remain in Cangbei. Even if they die, they must not be allowed to leave."

When Jia Yi spoke these words, his tone was ruthless; the assistant was startled and suddenly felt somewhat afraid to look at him.

After giving orders to the other end, Jia Yi looked at the situation nearby; it was obvious that Ning Chen seemed to want to return to the passenger seat.

He certainly would not give Ning Chen this chance; if he could shoot and kill Ning Chen while he was halfway there, then those people would likely be in a state of being headless.

Since that was the case, the subsequent steps would be much easier.

Jia Yi said, "You attack Ning Chen; no matter what, you must kill him! Absolutely do not let him return!"

Jia Yi thought of the plane Ning Chen had shot down; he felt a lingering fear. If Ning Chen really did return, who knew how many more planes would suffer.

To reduce losses, Jia Yi could only go all in.

After receiving the order, those people immediately aimed their sights and naturally saw Ning Chen preparing to climb onto the passenger seat.

Ning Chen grabbed the truck door frame; with a single look up, he could see more than a dozen dark gun muzzles aimed at him.

But Ning Chen felt no panic in his heart; at least while he was inside the truck bed, those people would not fire at him, otherwise they might very well accidentally injure the few people inside.

The curly-haired man's hand was still trembling; after all, it was his first time touching a real gun. Holding the gun, he aimed it shakily at the dozen or so vehicles outside. Ning Chen glanced back, and without warning saw a gun aimed at his back; his hand went weak, and he almost fell.

"What do you mean by pointing a gun at me?" Ning Chen almost laughed; he turned to question the curly-haired man, his hand still firmly gripping the edge of the door frame.

Hearing this, the curly-haired man touched his head: "I didn't mean to; haven't I never touched a real gun before..."

Ning Chen waved his hand: "Fine, fine, fine. Before I climb up, just don't point the gun; I'm truly afraid of you."

Having finished speaking, Ning Chen lightly leaned outward; his hand strength was very strong, enough to support his entire body.

Climbing from the door frame to the top of the truck bed did not require much effort, also because Ning Chen's strength was powerful enough, but Ning Chen had to remain vigilant against bullets that might suddenly be fired at any moment.

For instance, right now, as soon as Ning Chen turned his head, he could see many gun muzzles in front of him aimed at his face, as if pulling the trigger would turn him into a sieve.

Ning Chen did not linger by the door frame for long; after spending three seconds leaping onto the truck bed, he lay flat on top of it, his fingers gripping the handhold tightly to resist the strong wind blowing against him.

The faces of those riding vehicles behind the truck instantly turned very ugly; the truck was already much higher than those vehicles, and after Ning Chen lay on top of the truck, they simply could not shoot and kill Ning Chen from below.

That is to say, for those people driving below who wanted to shoot and kill Ning Chen, the opportunity existed only for those few short seconds.

But Ning Chen's movements were too agile; in just those three seconds, they could not even aim their guns at Ning Chen.

They could only rely on the people flying the planes overhead to do the work.

Thus, those people driving below reported to Jia Yi: "We missed the best opportunity to shoot and kill; we cannot complete the task smoothly. We need the pilots to cooperate."

Hearing this, Jia Yi's face instantly turned ugly; he thought that no matter how powerful Ning Chen was, with so many people surrounding him, they should at least be able to kill him, especially since those driving the vehicles had guns in their hands.

But even so, it was of no use; Jia Yi took a deep breath, swallowed the urge to curse, and then said, "I know you are useless... Hurry and contact the pilots for me!"

Hearing this, the assistant quickly switched the line; as soon as Jia Yi connected with the pilot, he shouted loudly: "Find a way to kill Ning Chen; do not let Ning Chen return to the passenger seat! Best of all, find a way to kill the driver too!"

This request was still somewhat harsh for those pilots; fortunately, each plane was equipped with a sniper. The sniper replied, "We are not certain we can kill the driver; the plane is too far from the truck, plus the construction materials of this truck are quite sturdy. Below is a river; if we kill the person, the scientists behind him will likely not survive either."

Hearing the sniper say this, Jia Yi answered somewhat impatiently: "Then just kill Ning Chen; that shouldn't be difficult to do, right?"

The sniper looked down at Ning Chen lying on top of the truck bed; there was some disdain in his eyes, but his tone was extremely respectful: "Rest assured; he is lying there; unless one is blind, it is impossible not to kill him."

Hearing the pilot speak with such confidence, Jia Yi felt some doubt in his heart, though he did not show it on his face: "I hope you will not disappoint me."

That sniper patted his chest and promised: "Rest assured."

After confirming that Ning Chen had already climbed up, Chu Muyu weighed the gun in his hand, turned around, and said to the few people waiting behind him: "You can fire now; be careful; do not hit your own people."

Unknowingly, Chu Muyu had become the leader among these people; the other four seemed accustomed to Chu Muyu's leadership; they nodded while aiming their guns at the few vehicles behind.

The car doors were open, so everyone in those vehicles saw the several gun muzzles pointed at them; since they were novices, their bullets missed when they fired, and there were even people whose hands shook while holding the guns.

Originally, those sitting in the cars felt afraid, but seeing the people in the car holding guns and standing crookedly, they paused for a moment, then instantly burst into loud laughter; laughing, they said to the person beside them: "No way; Ning Chen actually gave them guns? Don't talk about how to fire; they don't even know how to hold a gun, hahaha..."

"Don't laugh me to death; I'll just stand there and let them shoot; they still might not be able to hit me."

The two people speaking did not deliberately control their volume; they even sped up a little, following closely behind the rear of that vehicle.

Even so, these beginners who had just touched guns, although they knew how to fire, found that the weight of a real gun differed from a toy gun; holding the gun, their hands trembled somewhat, causing them to miss their aim.

"When we first started learning, we were much better than these people; with this, they can even be called genius scientists..."

He had not finished his sentence when someone shot him in the head.

"Bang—!!"

In the last second before death, the person who had spoken had his eyes wide open, staring in disbelief at the person directly facing him who was holding a gun with both hands.

Chu Muyu calmly watched the bullet enter the enemy's forehead, gradually mastering the art of firing.

563. Ning Chen's Past Life

For a bullet to shoot accurately, the muzzle must be aimed accurately; although the truck was in a state of motion, correspondingly, the vehicles below were also moving.

Since both sides were moving, aiming the gun at the people below wasn't that difficult; after Chu Muyu shot and hit one person, he gradually mastered the technique.

Everyone in the back of the vehicle was stunned by Chu Muyu's shot, especially the girl who understood guns—she stared in disbelief from the dead enemy to Chu Muyu, calm and holding the gun, and said: "You… are truly amazing."

Chu Muyu only smiled at this; holding the gun with one hand still tested hand strength greatly, so he turned back and said: "Hold the gun with both hands—once you aim at someone, just shoot. Ning Chen gave me plenty of bullets; for now, they won't do anything to us. Just shoot freely."

Chu Muyu's words carried great weight among them, so everyone picked up their guns again as Chu Muyu instructed.

Several shots fired—each one empty. Chu Muyu said nothing, only clenched his lips and fired one shot right before them.

It hit a man in the heart—he was positioned at the front of the entire enemy formation; when he died, it greatly disrupted the following ranks.

Indeed, several vehicles collided, instantly reducing the number of vehicles chasing them.

Curly looked at the scene, excited, and walked over to heavily slap Chu Muyu's shoulder: "Teach me. Your shooting—didn't you ever even touch a real gun in Huaguo?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Chu Muyu said coolly. "Where in Huaguo would there be real guns for me to touch? Go ahead, fire a few shots for me."

Curly eagerly raised the gun, though the vehicles still relentlessly followed behind the truck, they dared not get too close to the rear due to Chu Muyu's earlier warnings.

As a result, the difficulty of shooting multiplied for those who followed; Curly fired several shots, and as expected, every one missed—though his posture looked intimidating, not a single person was killed.

Curly grew despondent, turned to look at Chu Muyu, waiting for his guidance.

"Didn't you notice your hand dropped during your last few shots?" Chu Muyu said, watching him. "Your hand never stayed steady from the start—of course you miss. Aim first, then shoot. Don't let your hand drop."

"Ah," Curly looked down at his hand and gave an apologetic smile. "I… didn't realize. This gun's too heavy—I can't hold it steady."

Curly felt embarrassed and let out a forced laugh.

Chu Muyu watched him, said nothing more, and had Curly fire a few more shots—this time, he hit one.

A faint smile finally appeared on Chu Muyu's face: "Keep it up."

Then Chu Muyu went to teach the others.

Gradually, Curly mastered the technique; after several shots, more and more enemies fell. The other young genius scientists also picked it up quickly—Chu Muyu's instruction was quite effective; after a few rounds, more and more shots found their targets.

Eventually, someone couldn't help asking: "Are these people just sitting there letting us shoot…?"

Chu Muyu efficiently eliminated several more, sneering: "They can only follow us. After all, if we survive, we can keep working on Jia Yi's project."

No one spoke further—they all hated Jia Yi with a passion and understood exactly what Jia Yi was planning.

After a long silence, the girl finally sighed slowly: "He won't let us return to Huaguo. Even if he doesn't act now, he'll shoot us when we arrive at the national border. Then… we'll all be wiped out."

"Don't say that," Curly's hand holding the gun trembled. "Every time I close my eyes, I see my home. I just want to carve out a path to survival. I don't want to die—I especially don't want to die here."

After speaking, Curly fired several more shots with hatred, his skill improving rapidly—he killed two men within five shots.

For a beginner, this was absolute progress. Curly shook his hand and prepared for another round of attacks.

Chu Muyu glanced at Curly and said: "Don't forget—Ning Chen is up above, taking bullets for us. If his luck were even slightly worse… he'd be dead here."

Chu Muyu's voice carried clear concern; he looked again at the scientist with glasses and said: "It's a pity we can't protect Ning Chen. If he truly meets with misfortune…" He paused, leaving the sentence unfinished. "I hope it won't happen."