Chapter 681

And above their heads, Ning Chen was undergoing a life-and-death test.

The snipers were right above his head, at this moment holding their guns, aiming at Ning Chen's head.

Ning Chen already had a sense of danger, but he did not look up. Over the years he had experienced too many similar situations, so he had almost developed a conditioned reflex — he could detect the source of danger without looking up.

But above Ning Chen's head, a total of five guns were aimed at him.

If the five guns all aimed at Ning Chen together and fired bullets at the same instant, Ning Chen really had no confidence he could dodge those bullets.

Moreover, the bullets were coming straight for him; the enemy's intent was to put him to death. But for Ning Chen, dodging a few bullets was still no real problem.

The five snipers took their positions respectively, and said to Jia Yi on the other end of the walkie-talkie: "We're ready. Just give the order and we'll open fire."

Jia Yi narrowed his eyes, looked at the person below, his fingers slowly rubbing the walkie-talkie, as if thinking about something.

For Jia Yi at present, he already regarded Ning Chen as half a dead man. As long as Jia Yi gave the word, Ning Chen would soon be shot into a sieve by the five snipers in position.

But Jia Yi somewhat wanted to win Ning Chen over.

Without a doubt, Ning Chen was a double-edged sword. His strength was formidable; if he could be used for one's own purposes, then the problems Jia Yi had run into before would no longer count as problems, because Ning Chen could help him solve them.

But correspondingly, if one failed to keep a grip on this blade called Ning Chen, and it ultimately turned back on oneself, the ending would likely be quite tragic — Jia Yi could hardly even imagine it.

But Jia Yi had always been someone willing to gamble. He said to the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie: "Don't fire yet. Wait until he's almost climbed to the passenger seat before opening fire — it won't be too late."

Having received this instruction, although the snipers kept their gun barrels aimed at Ning Chen, they had no intention of firing. So Ning Chen, lying below, looked up in some confusion. Seeing those people merely holding guns on him without firing, yet doing nothing else either, for a moment he couldn't make head or tail of it.

But very soon, Ning Chen realized this was likely Jia Yi's doing, and he gave a cold laugh in his heart.

564. A Thread Between Life and Death

564. A Thread Between Life and Death (1)

This is how these so-called people in high positions are — after staying in one spot for too long, they come to believe everything is under their control.

Under these circumstances, Ning Chen even thought of the mercenary regiment and the Bay Family people he had previously wiped out. When he and the other party had come face to face, the people of these two regiments were the same — arrogant, yet easily cut down by the young man they looked down on.

Perhaps until death they never understood why several thousand people could lose to Ning Chen alone. Although Ning Chen had skills, he never took the enemy lightly; when going up against the mercenary regiment and the Bay Family, he had also done his homework.

But Ning Chen had met no shortage of opponents who underestimated him. The Bay Family counted as one, and Jia Yi counted as another. It's just a pity Ning Chen currently had no mind to deal with the Bugu Group, otherwise he'd surely have made that group uneasy.

Jia Yi's side received the new information about Ning Chen that the assistant had transmitted over.

At this moment Jia Yi held his phone, looking at the information in his hand with a thoughtful expression. It was obvious the information they had obtained before was actually very incomplete — a large portion of his life history had been omitted. The part Jia Yi now held in his hands, he had heard, was something the assistant had searched for a long time before finally managing to find complete.

On Ning Chen's file, it was written clearly.

"Fought the Bay Family one-on-one, and won a great victory."

Jia Yi's gaze now settled on those four words — Bay Family. The Bay Family was a great clan known to the entire world. As the president of the Bugu Group, Jia Yi, for a very long time before, had not even been qualified to exchange a few words with people of the Bay Family. Only in later years, as he gradually developed, was he invited to attend top-tier business gatherings around the world.

Regarding the fall of this clan, Jia Yi had been in a state of shock and helplessness for quite a long time. The Bay Family had made no few enemies, but most of them merely coveted that piece of fat meat that was the Bay Family, yet could not digest it. No one expected the Bay Family to truly run into a catastrophe — even the entire clan perished, none surviving.

Jia Yi had initially assumed it was the Bay Family's enemies joining forces that annihilated the Bay Family. He never in a million years would have thought it was Ning Chen alone who overturned the entire Bay Family.

Ning Chen's strength had actually reached such a peak.

The more Jia Yi looked at the file in his hands, the more his heart trembled. He had assumed Ning Chen was already his defeated subordinate — that with one order he could hold Ning Chen's life and death in his hands. He never expected Ning Chen's strength to be top-tier, capable of wiping out an entire Bay Family with ease.

Jia Yi almost instantly abandoned the thought of cooperating with Ning Chen. He found this idea far too unrealistic. A man like Ning Chen, unless he were a fool, would never cooperate with him.

If they really did cooperate, the other party might be in a bad mood and casually wipe out a Bugu Group along the way, wouldn't he?

Jia Yi didn't dare gamble anymore.

His gaze then shifted to the display screen in front of him.

At this moment, Ning Chen's entire body was lying on top of the truck compartment. Because he had to resist the wind speed, Ning Chen looked very difficult to move — clumsy and helpless.

His whole body was as if fixed in place up there, able only to inch sideways bit by bit. Let alone dodging bullets, whether he could even climb to the passenger seat was a question.

Looking at Ning Chen like this, an idea suddenly flashed through Jia Yi's mind.

That Ning Chen was not easy to move was an obvious fact. No matter what great feats Ning Chen had accomplished before, at this moment Ning Chen was a turtle in a jar.

As long as the people above pulled the trigger, Ning Chen would easily be shot into a sieve — there would be no exception, unless Ning Chen had superpowers.

Thinking of this, Jia Yi's eyes flashed.

Rather than stopping five young geniuses from leaving Cangbei, it would be better to go head-to-head against someone whose strength was truly top-tier. Regardless of how domineering Ning Chen had been before, at this moment he was a fish on the chopping block, able only to be cut up at will.

And there would be no exception.

Jia Yi swiftly picked up the walkie-talkie and instructed the snipers over there: "Open fire quickly! No matter what, you have to kill Ning Chen! Don't let Ning Chen escape! I urge you to kill him within five shots — Ning Chen is even more troublesome than we imagined."

The snipers Jia Yi had selected were all professionally trained; each one had very rich combat experience. One of them was famous as a "sharpshooter," and could almost be considered a guaranteed hit every time.

Jia Yi wasn't really worried they couldn't kill Ning Chen, but there was always some unease in his heart — he didn't know where it came from.

After receiving Jia Yi's order, the snipers each responded somewhat absent-mindedly. After all, it was impossible they couldn't kill Ning Chen — as long as they took a slight aim, even though the plane was flying at extreme speed, they had a hundred percent certainty of killing him.

And on Ning Chen's side, he instantly realized something.

The people above had finally shown killing intent.

He had originally been wondering why those people were so slow to act — so it turned out they were waiting for him here.

Ning Chen's expression chilled. He focused his mind, judging where the bullets about to be fired the next second would land. Then Ning Chen discovered that the people above were leaving him almost no way out at all.

Those gun muzzles encircled Ning Chen in the middle in a circular formation — Ning Chen was the center of the circle. Once the bullets fell, Ning Chen couldn't dodge them either. Apart from jumping off the vehicle, he could only take the bullets.

There would be no way at all.

Ning Chen clenched his molars. His raised eyes swiftly glanced upward — those people had surrounded him in a circular formation, apparently waiting for Jia Yi's order before opening fire.

He had at most one minute to dodge the first wave of attack.

Jia Yi stared at the situation ahead and gave a cold laugh: "No matter how strong he is, at this moment doesn't he still become a ghost under my gun? No matter how he struggles, isn't it all useless?" After saying this, Jia Yi decisively said, "Open fire!"

Ning Chen's sense of danger peaked at this moment. He felt the killing intent from those above growing even stronger, so he no longer hesitated. His eyes flicked to the handhold beneath him, and his lower body swiftly shifted to one side in a movement like a divine dragon swinging its tail.

Ning Chen went with the wind speed, loosened one hand, while his other hand gripped the handhold tightly, ensuring he wouldn't be blown off by the wind. At the same time, his legs extended and retracted, and his body swiftly moved toward the edge of the handhold.

"Bang!"

The first gunshot rang out, but Ning Chen's brain at this moment became extremely calm. He controlled his lower body and swung it outward off the vehicle. His entire body had only one hand gripping the handhold; all other parts were flung outside the vehicle, rising and falling along with the truck's jolts.

His whole body had only one fixed point, yet he still had to resist the powerful wind speed. It was only because Ning Chen's arm strength was strong enough, otherwise he would have been flung off long ago.

Having dodged a wave of bullets, Ning Chen did not dare to let out a single breath.

565 The impossible created.

Ning Chen could only do his utmost to sense any danger that might arise around him, while the bullets had already fallen, striking the cargo truck box; five bullets, none of which hit Ning Chen.

Ning Chen's movements were extremely rapid; even to those above his head, it looked like a seamless action movie. He seemed to have trained specifically for this, a thorough master of martial arts.

Ning Chen played the move of dodging bullets to perfection, so much so that Jiayi, standing on the broken plane, watched the scene, gritted his teeth, and wished he could go up himself: "Is this what you call hitting every shot?" He sneered lightly, "It would be better if I did it."

The snipers dared not speak, a hint of confusion showing in their eyes.

No matter how formidable Ning Chen is, he is still flesh and blood; when guns fire downwards, how can anyone survive?

He could dodge these five bullets, which can only be counted as good luck; if another round came, it was not certain that Ning Chen could dodge every shot.

Thus, the sniper hailed as a "sharpshooter" said into the walkie-talkie: "This is merely a coincidence; Ning Chen's current position is very dangerous. This time, we will definitely take him down."

The sniper's words were spoken with a certain lack of certainty, his voice also grew weaker, his gaze constantly following Ning Chen's figure, his line of sight not daring to shift even a fraction.

Jiayi clearly heard the lack of confidence in the sniper's words, let out a cold sneer: "I trusted you so much... If you don't have the ability, send someone else to shoot! No matter what, Ning Chen absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

A cold light flashed in Jiayi's eyes; he himself carried a gun close to his body. Although he did not have the accuracy of a sniper, Jiayi felt that if he went up, he might not fail to kill Ning Chen; ultimately, it was because those snipers were not doing their utmost.

Hearing this, the snipers dared not say anything else, could only nod, and aimed their guns at Ning Chen again.

Ning Chen was indeed fish on a chopping block, whether just now or now, but this fish happened to still have the possibility of struggling, which was too troublesome for those snipers.

And Ning Chen raised his head to look at the several planes above, able to feel their intent; now was merely the halftime break, and it was obvious that those people would not easily let him go; if he wanted to dodge, it was estimated to be an impossible thing.

But Ning Chen happened to be willing to create this kind of impossibility.

His gaze swept around the side of the vehicle, and he discovered that besides the place where his hand was gripping, his foot could also step on the ladder on the side wall of the cargo truck box.

It was precisely because there was a ladder outside the cargo box that it facilitated Ning Chen's up-and-down movements.

Ning Chen's gaze sharpened, and he quickly thought of a plan, but if it were to be implemented, it would test the body's agility to the extreme; if a flaw appeared in any single stage, the worst result would be falling off the cargo truck wall and being crushed to death by the wheels behind.

Ning Chen took a deep breath and calmed his mood, after all, he was about to face a life-or-death test; saying he wasn't nervous was actually false, but the more nervous he was, the more his hands would shake, so Ning Chen could only temporarily calm his mood.

Ning Chen's body swayed along with the forward motion of the truck; he increased his swinging arc, ensuring that when the arc was at its maximum, his foot could touch the ladder.

After several swings back and forth, the tip of Ning Chen's left foot had touched one of the rungs of the ladder; he decisively and calmly stepped on it with his foot, and only after ensuring his foot was firmly planted on the ladder did he try to slowly loosen his right hand gripping the handle.

In an instant, Ning Chen's entire body swayed, nearly failing to maintain his posture, but fortunately his reaction was fast enough, and his other hand reached up to grab something.

Ning Chen's current posture was somewhat awkward; both hands were gripping the handles on top, while both feet were stepping on the ladder, his whole body stretched out into a straight line.

He was tall with long legs; even in such a posture, he did not fall. After both feet were fixed on the ladder, Ning Chen tried to slowly let go of his hands, inching his body over bit by bit.

The truck suddenly jolted.

Ning Chen's body shook violently; the ladder was slippery, and he almost fell backward. After stabilizing his posture, he felt his heart pounding wildly, a sensation of having survived a near-death experience.

And the snipers, through observation, vaguely sensed what Ning Chen wanted to do next.