Chapter 4
: The Mute Assassin?
"boom--!!!"
The moment those giant, scarlet eyes pressed against the car window, the entire SUV trembled violently, as if it had been slapped hard by an invisible giant hand.
The bulletproof glass emitted a teeth-grinding "crunch," and spiderweb-like cracks instantly burst open.
"Aaaaaah! A ghost! It's a ghost!"
The Tibetan driver was terrified, hiding his head under the steering wheel, trembling like a leaf.
"Shut up!"
Natasha reacted extremely quickly.
Almost within a fraction of a second of the impact, her Glock 17 was already loaded.
Without a word, she raised her hand and fired three shots at the red-eyed figure outside the car window.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunfire erupted in the dimly lit carriage, and spent shell casings clattered to the ground.
However, when the bullets hit the dark figure, it was like throwing mud into the sea, only splashing up a few pale blue sparks.
That thing is completely immune to physical attacks!
"Damn it! Is it a spirit? Or a hallucination?"
Natasha gritted her teeth, cold sweat trickling down her high, straight nose.
She turned her head sharply to look at the back seat, wanting to see the "mysterious expert's" reaction.
Upon seeing this, her pupils contracted sharply.
Jiang Han remained seated there.
Even the posture didn't change.
He held the black knife in his arms, his eyes lowered, as if the monster outside the car and the gunshots inside were none of his concern.
But the blood vessels in his neck were pulsating at a strange frequency.
That's a heartbeat.
slow.
too slow.
It only happens about ten times per minute.
Natasha had only ever seen this physiological characteristic in one type of person—the "Destroyers" in the Siberian training camps, whose pain receptors had been severed and who were specifically used to carry out missions that were destined to end in death.
"Hello!"
Natasha snapped her fingers in front of Jiang Han's eyes, her fingertips even creating a gust of wind.
He didn't blink.
Not even a tremor of her eyelashes.
"Can't you hear? Or can't you see?"
Natasha's heart skipped a beat.
Was it a defective product? Or was it one of those "dumb assassins" who only knew how to kill and had no self-awareness?
At this moment, although the live stream screen was shaking due to magnetic interference, tens of thousands of netizens could see this scene clearly.
Holy crap! What was that red eye effect? It was so realistic!
[I was terrified! The driver screamed so hard, it didn't sound like an act!]
[Hilarious! Was the streamer scared out of their wits? They didn't dare move!]
[The person upstairs doesn't know anything! Look at that Russian girl's eyes, doesn't it look like she's looking at a dead person?]
[Streamer: As long as I don't move, the monster can't see me.]
Just then.
"Sizzle—"
The metal roof of the vehicle let out a scream, as if it had been torn apart by a sharp blade.
A rotten claw covered in white fur and with hooked nails, carrying a chilling, foul stench, pierced straight through the roof of the car and headed straight for Natasha's skull!
That's "Snow Maitreya"!
According to legend, there are snow-capped mummy creatures in Kunlun Mountain that specialize in eating human brains!
"Be careful!"
Although Natasha couldn't understand Chinese, her years of combat instincts allowed her to instantly dodge.
She jerked backward, the sharp claws grazing her nose, and a few strands of golden hair fell down.
"roar--!!!"
A beast-like roar came from the roof of the car, making people's eardrums ache.
The claws missed Natasha and instead made a strange turn in mid-air, reaching for Jiang Han, who was sitting motionless in the back seat!
"Get out of the way! You deaf person!"
Natasha roared and lunged at Jiang Han, trying to pin him to the ground.
Although she thought the man was a freak, it was the rule in this line of work that she couldn't watch her companion (even a disabled person) be torn apart by a monster in front of her.
A warm and elastic body suddenly crashed into my arms.
Jiang Han finally opened her eyes.
To be protected by a woman?
This feeling... is both novel and unpleasant.
He looked down at Natasha, who was clinging to him.
The two were very close to each other.
He could even see the rotting claw reflected in her deep blue pupils, and her eyelashes trembling slightly with extreme tension.
And that warm scent, a mixture of gunpowder and body odor, sprayed onto his neck.
It's a little itchy.
Jiang Han frowned slightly.
The Qilin blood within his body instantly boiled over due to the sudden physical contact and the monster's malevolent aura!
The tattoo on his left shoulder was burning hot, like a branding iron, as if it would burn through his skin.
"It's in the way."
His lips moved slightly, uttering two cold words.
next second.
That sharp claw, capable of crushing rocks, was already hovering three inches above his head!