Chapter 86: Chapter Eighty-Six: Be a Useful Dog!

Tang Luo's face was grim: "I don't think this will work."

Compared to the freelance killers, that gangster family is the greater evil, the source of all wickedness.

How can this boundless-merit salvation journey be without their participation?

"The source of all evil must be eradicated." Tang Luo said, "Well then, I killed that seat representative—what power stands behind him?"

He had discovered the source of sin!

"Sullivan, the Sullivan family." The redeemed killer spoke without reservation.

"Alright, tell me where the Sullivan family headquarters is, and where the other powers are operating—spit it all out." Tang Luo asked with a smile.

Since the predecessor has already taken action, regardless of the reason, let's begin the redemption with the Sullivan family first.

One must see things through from beginning to end.

Using your identity to settle your karmic debt—that is what a truly enlightened high monk does.

Tang Luo felt his Buddhist practice was advancing toward a deeper realm.

"Woof!"

The howl of the Heavenly Roar Dog interrupted Tang Luo's contemplation.

He slightly tilted his head; scorching bullets grazed past his ear and struck the protruding stairwell hut on the rooftop ahead.

A hole appeared in the wall, with stone fragments flying.

"Sniper!"

The killer shouted loudly.

"Hmm." Tang Luo turned his head toward the direction the bullet came from, glanced once, and said to the killer, "Remember to do good and accumulate virtue; if the poor monk discovers you committing evil again, don't blame me for redeeming you once more."

"Yes, Master."

The killer lowered his body, trembling.

Redeemed again? He'd rather jump from the rooftop right now.

Tang Luo stood up, turned around, his body shifted imperceptibly and then returned to normal; another bullet hole appeared on the wall behind him.

"What's going on?"

On the rooftop of another distant building, the sniper who had missed twice was puzzled.

Why had both shots missed—could it be wind interference?

No, the wind isn't strong enough for this...

Through the scope, he saw Wayne Kate standing at the edge of the rooftop.

Then, smiling toward his direction, he leaned forward and actually jumped down.

His view was obstructed, and the sniper lost sight of the target.

"Damn it!" he cursed, then immediately scrambled up.

The other party certainly didn't jump to suicide—they must have made prior preparations.

Now he must retreat quickly and wait for the next opportunity.

The Death Messenger's specialty isn't long-range sniping; compared to a thousand-meter one-shot kill, the Death Messenger lives up to his nickname—he personally delivers death to the target's doorstep.

Having closed in, the sniper lacks confidence to face the Death Messenger head-on.

"Pap."

A sound came from behind.

The sniper instantly turned, drew his pistol, aimed at the sound, and pulled the trigger.

He hadn't even seen what made the noise, but firing first was never wrong.

That's just how decisive and clean he is!

Several gunshots rang out.

Tang Luo casually tossed aside the bullet he'd caught, held the ominous thing in his hand, aimed it at the sniper's head: "Hello, got a ride?"

The sniper widened his eyes, staring at the "Wayne" before him.

Though doing this was wrong, he couldn't help but turn his head, glancing at the building hundreds of meters away.

There, Wayne had just jumped from the rooftop.

Now, the other party stood right before him.

A black revolver pressed against his temple; the bullet he'd just fired, he caught with his hand and dropped to the ground.

Catching bullets barehanded?!

This is unscientific!

"Got a ride?" Tang Luo asked again, having already learned the addresses of all the major sources of evil—he needed transportation.

"Yes." The sniper spoke with difficulty.

"Good." Tang Luo pulled the trigger.

In the building's underground parking lot, Tang Luo pressed the unlock button; a black off-vehicle in the distance flashed its lights once.

He opened the door, got in, and the Heavenly Roar Dog jumped into the passenger seat.

Tang Luo stretched his limbs, adjusted the seatback, gripped the steering wheel, and began recalling how he used to drive.

He learned to drive when he graduated high school, but hadn't driven since.

But no matter—Tang Elder is a heaven-born genius.

Just like shooting—even if he's never really tried, his immense strength lets him become a sharpshooter effortlessly.

Moreover, Tang Luo still has the basics of driving.

Half a minute later.

Tang Luo took out the phone obtained through begging, typed into the search engine: ——How to start XXX.

This car doesn't even have a keyhole? Well, if it doesn't, it doesn't, but I can't even find the start button.

"Oh~" One minute later, Tang Luo suddenly understood.

You say, how come cars nowadays are all so flashy? Simple is better—just being able to run when you press the accelerator is enough, right?

After setting the destination via GPS, Tang Luo pressed the accelerator; the journey of salvation had begun.

Next up: a road movie, headshots every step, blood flying all along the way!

"Bang!"

The impact sound came through.

"Bang!"

The second impact.

"Bang, bang bang bang..."

Tang Luo had to hit the brakes, his expression filled with regret; in the days without Xiao Bai Long, he once again missed him in his daily life.

After missing Xiao Bai Long, Tang Luo looked at the Heavenly Dog rolling around on the seat beside him: "Can you drive?"

"Woof?"

"Look at you—you can't even drive, you just eat and sleep all day. What use are you to me? Let me tell you, I, Tang Xuanzang, don't keep idle people under my command—not even dogs. Drop the habits you picked up from Yang Jian. From now on, you need to learn how to drive. Got it?" Tang Luo scolded the Heavenly Dog, meanwhile rubbing its head—cat head.

"Woof." The Heavenly Dog trembled.

After scolding the Heavenly Dog, Tang Luo felt much relieved and got back on the road.

Although he had hit walls and pillars several times, as an assassin's car, it definitely couldn't be an ordinary vehicle.

The body and glass were reinforced and bulletproof; after several impacts, only a bit of paint had chipped off, with no overall effect whatsoever.

After several collisions, Tang Luo also got past the initial break-in period.

The car smoothly exited the underground parking lot and entered the road.

He slammed the accelerator, and the engine roared like a beast's bellow!

Speed forth!

Two hours later.

Tang Luo sat in the car, the in-car screen playing Animal World, with the narrator's voice coming through: "Spring has arrived, and it's once again time for animals to..."

The Heavenly Dog stared at the screen, occasionally sticking out its tongue, tilting its head, showing not a trace of a cat.

Tang Luo lowered the volume, holding his phone: "Yes, that's right, this street, license plate 9527—hurry up and deliver it."

He ordered a takeout.

Stuck in traffic, it's already been a full two hours.

Night is approaching—let alone speeding, Tang Luo hasn't even driven out of the city's internal areas yet.

On the car window at hand, there's a small crack.

That's the result of some unknown assassin firing from the dark.

The bulletproof glass did its job well, and Tang Luo didn't get out to find out who exactly did it.

When the number of people increases and they gather together, even if those assassins are used to working alone, they'll inevitably develop a sense of security.

A lone person—some assassins only dare to fire cold shots from behind.

But when a group gathers together, they gain the courage to appear and face the "Messenger of Death" head-on.

Tang Luo doesn't mind letting this group of assassins gather together.

"Hiss..." Looking at the tightly shut black off-road vehicle in the high-powered mirror, Wo De felt his teeth ache a little.

It seems that since arriving in this city, the Messenger of Death has become different—showy and fearless.

In just one day, the number of people he's killed is nearly catching up to all those he previously counter-killed.

"Is someone helping him from behind? Who has the guts this big, daring to risk provoking the chain hotel's wrath to help him?" Wo De muttered to himself.

Compared to being an assassin, he prefers and excels at being an information broker.

Although he never truly participated in the hunt for Wayne·Kate, this time's kill order earned the most money for Wo De—through selling information.

"Note it down, note it down—it can be sold later." Wo De recorded the information that Wayne·Kate might have help.

Once he finds out who's secretly helping, he can make a big profit again.

In his view, even the front window is a motionless, reflective black car.

Cars surround him front, back, left, and right—he's completely boxed in, with no room to move.

Wo De is certain that within 100 meters ahead and behind this car, there must be vehicles belonging to other assassins, just like him, secretly observing.

About half an hour later.

After moving forward 30 meters, the car stopped again, re-entering the motionless state, and the sound of tapping on the glass came from outside the window.

Tang Luo glanced over—it was a woman dressed rather hippie, holding a large bag of food, signaling that his takeout had arrived.

"Oh, it's started." Wo De raised his eyebrows—the delivery person was that "little thing" he'd seen before.

A newcomer named Chloe.

After joining the business, her mission completion rate has been decent.

Tang Luo rolled down the window, took the takeout, and asked: "How much?"

"200, 50 tip." Chloe said while chewing gum, one hand silently reaching toward Tang Luo, who was lowering his head to open his wallet.

Between her fingers, she held a dark-colored needle.

As long as she found the right spot and stabbed in, this person would die right here.

As her hand reached into the window, Chloe's heart pounded violently, her breathing quickened a bit—luckily she'd been chewing gum all along, so the change couldn't be heard.

The Messenger of Death is about to die in her hands!

Just as the black needle hidden in her right hand reached the proper distance, about to exert force.

Chloe suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and at the same time it sank downward.

She widened her eyes.

At some point, a small husky had been "hung" on her wrist.

It bit down on her wrist, and blood slowly seeped out.

"Don't bite it off, we still need to drive this car."

Tang Luo said while taking out money, throwing the wallet onto the passenger seat, and handing two bills to Chloe.

Chloe looked at Tang Luo, didn't take the money, and slowly moved one hand toward her back, but as soon as she moved slightly, the pain in her wrist intensified.

The immense bite force made Chloe feel as if her hand were about to be severed.

The black needle fell, she instinctively clenched her teeth, and let out a muffled groan.

"Take the money and leave, I don't want to dirty the car." Tang Luo said, "You don't want to break your hand, do you?"

The Heavenly Hound glanced at Chloe sideways, emitting a threatening low growl.

From today on, sleep, roll around, bite people — you must become a useful dog!