Nightfall, Gunshots

The crisis was triggered by the fact that the boss of "Daylight" twice used "A Little Duck" and "Liu Dezhu" to put on a show in He Xiaoxiao's group chat, which aroused great hatred for Huan Yu, the holder of the Demon Stamp.

This ultimately led to the exposure of Huan Yu's ID and increased wariness of everyone towards Huan Yu.

Although the outside world is still unaware of the name "Daylight," it is already confirmed that this is an organization.

Qing Chen often wondered what he would do if he were Huan Yu.

Of course, it involves kidnapping members of Daylight and then interrogating them to extract information about Daylight's "boss."

For Huan Yu, directly crippling Bai Zhou was not in line with his rules of the game or his code of conduct. Finding Bai Zhou's boss and making him his slave was the most urgent thing.

Qing Chen calmly climbed over the wall and out of the school.

Unsurprisingly, he spotted the middle-aged man just two minutes after stepping out of the school.

Including this time, the other party has inexplicably appeared four times.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Qing Chen, dressed in his school uniform, walked ahead, while the middle-aged man followed silently behind, always maintaining a distance of over a hundred meters.

The middle-aged man wore a Bluetooth earpiece on his right ear. He was following Qing Chen and reporting his whereabouts.

As Qing Chen entered his home at No. 4, Xingshu Road, the middle-aged man outside whispered, "The target has returned home. His house is on the first floor, and both the front and back windows have security bars. He can only exit through the main gate. The neighborhood is relatively quiet; if someone were to remove the security bars, I would definitely hear it."

"Stand by nearby," a voice came through the Bluetooth headset.

"Understood," the middle-aged man said.

At this moment, Qing Chen slowly changed into a set of clothes he had bought but never worn.

As the sun's last rays faded in the distant west, he gently opened his door. The moment his right foot stepped out, his expression changed.

Qing Chen walked out, brushing past the middle-aged man without the man noticing or being on guard.

The middle-aged people's attention was all focused on the narrow stairwell exit.

Just as their figures crossed paths, and the sky turned from dusky yellow to gray, Qing Chen suddenly reached out and precisely removed the Bluetooth earphone from the other person's ear with his right hand, covering the earphone's microphone with his thumb.

His left hand struck the middle-aged man's carotid artery like thunder.

The middle-aged man's body slowly slumped down, and Qing Chen gently supported him just as he began to lean, helping him home.

Qing Chen kept a watchful eye on his surroundings while slowly closing the door.

No one noticed what was happening. Even passersby didn't notice anything unusual because Qing Chen moved so quickly.

Qing Chen stood quietly in the darkness, glancing at the Bluetooth headset that was in a call-off state.

He now needs to know the middle-aged man's name.

At that moment, Yi's voice came from the phone. "You didn't kill him, are you planning to use Puppet Master on him?"

"Mm," Qing Chen replied.

"But it might not be easy to find out his name so quickly," Yi said.

"We probably won't need to interrogate him," Qing Chen said, and began searching the middle-aged man, finding an ID card on him...

Just like an identity ID in the Inner World, it's practically impossible to move an inch in the Outer World without an ID card. You can't take long-distance buses or stay in hotels. Qing Chen suspected that this middle-aged man was not from Luo City at all, nor was he a professional assassin.

The other party had no firearms, only knives. Qing Chen thought that this was just an ordinary Time Walker controlled by Huan Yu.

Therefore, there is a certain probability that the other party is carrying their ID card with them.

Of course, if they can't find the ID card, then they'll have to resort to interrogation.

The prerequisite for Puppet Master is knowing the person's name. While searching the middle-aged man's other pockets, Qing Chen muttered, "Is there any Forbidden Item that allows me to directly know someone's name?"

"No, you're overthinking it," Yi replied.

Qing Chen examined the other party's ID card: Chen Siheng, 37 years old, registered residence: Rongcheng Community, Wenyi South Road Xiancheng.

They really did come from out of town.

Qing Chen silently speculated that Huan Yu was most likely not a resident of Luo City, and that the other party's power base in Luo City was not strong, which was why it was necessary to transfer people from other places.

We don't know how many people the other side has.

He gently flicked his wrist, and the transparent threads of the Puppet Master flew out and tightly wrapped around Chen Siheng's left wrist.

In the darkness, the middle-aged man slowly stood up, but his eyes were unfocused.

Qing Chen put the earpiece back on the other person, then manipulated the middle-aged man to walk out of the house and stand in the spot where the other person had been monitoring him.

Thirty minutes later, a voice came through the earpiece. "Chen Siheng, report the situation."

The middle-aged man said, "Nothing unusual; the other party is still at home."

"Stay on standby."

Qing Chen used the Puppet Master to distinguish the voices on the phone.

Yes, it was the sound he had heard on Laojun Mountain.

The young man had a soft, feminine voice, lacking in strength, and seemed somewhat weak.

Huan Yu appeared.

This time, the other party was still hiding in the shadows, remotely controlling everything.

However, Qing Chen was not in a hurry to find the other party; he needed to wait patiently.

Los Angeles Foreign Language School dismisses students at 9:40 p. m.

Liu Dezhu said goodbye to his classmates alone, and then rode his old bicycle into the night.

He rode at a leisurely pace, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, as if searching for something or being wary of something.

Not far behind him, a taxi was following at a distance.

Sitting in the car, Xiao Ying looked around and said on the comms, "That's strange. Liu Dezhu seems to have sensed something. He keeps looking around. What is he looking for?"

"Could it be related to the dangerous incident He Xiaoxiao mentioned?" someone responded on the communication channel.

Lu Yuan's voice came through the earphones. "Highly likely related."

"But," Xiao Ying asked doubtfully, "Didn't He Xiaoxiao warn of tomorrow? The other side's plan is for tomorrow, and we're not even sure who they're targeting."

"Plans can change, especially plans that are already known to others," Lu Yuan said. "Perhaps Liu Dezhu already knows something, or perhaps his boss already knows something. Xiao Ying, keep a close eye on Liu Dezhu; we might get some results tonight."

"Received," Xiao Ying replied.

However, at that moment, Xiao Ying suddenly saw Liu Dezhu stop his bicycle and glance at his phone.

Immediately afterwards, the other party turned and rode towards the taxi where he was.

Xiao Ying slammed on the brakes, only to see Liu Dezhu stop beside his car and look inside through the window. "You're from Kunlun, right? We've met several times before?"

"Huh? What? What Kunlun?" Xiao Ying pretended to be nonchalant even after being exposed.

"Stop dawdling, follow me, call for backup!" Liu Dezhu sped off on his bicycle, the electric scooter disappearing into the night sky of Los Angeles.

"Team leader, team leader," Xiao Ying said while shifting gears, "There's a situation with Liu Dezhu. It seems the enemy's target isn't him; they're targeting someone else! Calling for backup!"

Yes, the holder of the Demon Stamp never intended to target Liu Dezhu from the beginning.

Although Huan Yu did not know that Liu Dezhu had been promoted to C-Class, the problem was that Liu Dezhu was not the only known member of the organization to which he belonged. Why would he want to target Liu Dezhu, who was protected by Kunlun around the clock?

He has better goals.

At this very moment, on Xingshu Road, Nan Gengchen was carrying his schoolbag and preparing to cross the road to go home.

He walked home from school alone tonight, which made him seem especially lonely.

Fortunately, my residence is close to the school; the residential area is just across Xingshu Road.

Nan Gengchen glanced at his phone. Qing Chen hadn't sent any messages all night, and the other party hadn't replied to the messages he sent either.

Something dangerous must be about to happen, otherwise why would he be behaving so strangely?

The next moment, a black minivan sped up as if no one else was there and stopped abruptly next to Nan Gengchen.

For a moment, people on the road to the administrative office could hear the screeching of tires, a sound that was both piercing and oppressive.

With a whoosh, the back door opened, revealing two thugs wearing black hoods staring coldly at him.

Nan Gengchen stared blankly at the two of them, then turned and ran towards the school behind him.

However, he had only been training for a few days, how could he possibly outrun these well-trained thugs?

"Damn it!" Nan Gengchen roared, shouting to his classmates who were walking home from school nearby, "Call the police for me!"

Before he could finish speaking, his arms were firmly gripped by the assailant.

Nan Gengchen felt a pang of despair, thinking to himself, "Oh no, where are you, Brother Chen? Why aren't you here for this crucial moment?"

No, no!

Nan Gengchen suddenly felt a certain confidence: how could Qing Chen not be there at such a crucial moment?

These thugs will die.

It was a strange intuition.

In an instant, Nan Gengchen saw a burst of blood mist erupt from his left rear, staining his face and turning his cheeks red.

He stood there, stunned, while a tremendous roar came from afar.

The gunshot was slightly slower than the bullet, indicating that the sniper had pulled the trigger several hundred meters away.

The sensation of the bullet arriving before the gunshot creates a strange sense of dissonance.

The thug in the driver's seat of the black van roared, "Sniper! Damn it, get him in the car, it's a sniper..."

The assailant's voice abruptly stopped, followed by the sound of shattering car window glass.

Nan Gengchen turned his head and saw that the driver had died in the car, also hit by a sniper rifle.

After just two shots, only one of the three thugs who came to kidnap Nan Gengchen remained.

The crowd on Xingshu Road began to scream and scatter in all directions.

The last thug reached for his weapon at his waist and grabbed Nan Gengchen's arm tightly, using Nan Gengchen as a shield to block the sniper's bullets.

He couldn't understand how a sniper could be waiting for them in a place like Los Angeles.

Moreover, what's the difference between the distant sound of sniper rifles and artillery fire?!

Before he could think any further, the assailant was shocked to see something pass between Nan Gengchen's legs and strike his calf.

His thick calf snapped with a snap, and he fell to the left as he suddenly lost his balance.

The next sniper bullet arrived as expected, piercing his chest, which was no longer being covered by Nan Gengchen!

The sniper bullet, with its immense deflection and inertia, blasted the assailant straight away.

These two shots were extremely risky. At a distance of several hundred meters, even the slightest deviation would have hit Nan Gengchen directly. However, this sniper seemed to have absolute confidence and did not believe that the bullets would deviate by even a centimeter!

Nan Gengchen was a little dazed at the moment, but he remembered Qing Chen's instructions and continued to look for cover without stopping, waiting for rescue.

In the darkness, he noticed that several people in the crowd on Xingshu Road were moving and running towards the direction from which the sniper gunfire was coming.

There will be another chapter tonight, a little later.

Thanks to Paoluzha, Huahanhun, cheungwa2002, misslsq4ever, Buhuibanchengde Mao, Nangong Yuanyu for becoming the Alliance Leader of this book. Thank you, bosses! May you all live long and prosper!

Although I took the day off yesterday, everyone's comments were so touching. I will definitely try my best to write something to repay everyone.