Chapter 6871
Puppet
The other person was even worse off, their psychological defenses completely collapsing at that moment.
With a thud, he fell heavily to his knees, the sound of his knees hitting the ground making a dull thud.
His expensive tactical trousers quickly developed a large, dark stain in the crotch area, a mixture of urine and fear, emitting a strong, foul odor.
His teeth chattered like withered leaves rustling in the cold wind, and one even broke due to excessive fear, causing blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth, but he was completely unaware.
Xiao Chen looked down at them, his gaze like an icicle piercing straight into their souls, making them feel as if they were in an ice cellar, their blood about to freeze.
His voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were asking about something utterly mundane:
"Where is Di Lang?"
"It's...it's inside!"
"The innermost 'Obsidian' conference room!" The kneeling man was in tears and snot streaming down his face, looking utterly disheveled.
His trembling finger pointed to a heavy, matte black metal door at the end of the corridor, a door that seemed to absorb all light, like a giant black hole, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.
"I'm...I'm talking...talking business with some foreigners!"
"The Black Hawk Down!" he stammered, each word laced with deep fear, as if a single wrong word would bring about his death.
"Can't he hear the noise outside?" Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his gaze, and continued to ask.
Although his voice was calm, it struck their hearts like a heavy hammer, making them dare not hide anything.
"I can't hear... I can't hear anything!"
"I absolutely can't hear you!" The other person, as if grasping at the last straw, hurriedly added, speaking so fast it was as if he was about to choke himself.
His voice was sharp and shrill from excessive tension, and cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead, soaking his collar.
"The conference room is designed to be ultra-quiet, capable of blocking even a nuclear explosion alarm!"
The original design was to ensure that important discussions inside would not be disturbed by the outside world, and that no matter what happened outside, no sound could be heard inside.
But... but the emergency response center on the 20th floor must have been triggered!
They have state-of-the-art monitoring systems; they must have noticed such intense fighting and explosions.
They...their men will be here in five minutes at most!
"Then you'll be trapped, so... so you should let us go. Maybe you'll have a chance to survive." As he spoke, he secretly observed Xiao Chen's expression, hoping to see a trace of hesitation or fear on his face.
Xiao Chen nodded thoughtfully, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his deep eyes.
He no longer looked at the two muddy puddles of enemies at his feet, as if they were no longer worth his attention.
He put his hands back into his trouser pockets with a graceful and natural movement, and strode confidently toward the "obsidian" door that symbolized his ultimate goal.
The door was tall and heavy, exuding a mysterious and austere aura, as if it concealed countless secrets and dangers.
His leather shoes made a slight, sticky sound as they stepped on the edge of the pool of blood. The sound was particularly clear in the silent corridor, as if it were a countdown to death.
Just as he took a dozen steps, his back seemingly completely unguarded!
The two people on the ground suddenly unleashed a desperate, ferocious glint in their eyes!
The fierce light, like a burning flame, completely burned away the fear in their hearts.
The will to survive surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming the fear deep within their hearts.
They simultaneously reached for the inside of their ankles, where their final weapon lay hidden: two tiny pulse pistols, no bigger than the palm of their hands, yet exuding a deadly aura.
The muzzle of the gun gleamed with a ghostly blue light, like the eyes of a demon, revealing endless killing intent.
They quickly raised their hands, their arms trembling slightly with tension, but their eyes were resolute and frantic. They aimed at Xiao Chen's unsuspecting back, their precise aim suggesting they could already see Xiao Chen falling after being hit.
"Die!!" they roared simultaneously, their voices filled with hatred and determination, as if they wanted to vent all their fear and anger through this single shot.
Pull the trigger!
The movements were executed in one fluid motion, so fast that it was almost impossible for anyone to react.
However, their savage grins hadn't even fully bloomed before they became stiff and distorted, like masks frozen on their faces.
Xiao Chen didn't even turn around.
He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, fully aware of everything happening behind him.
With his right hand tucked into his pocket, his index and middle fingers joined together, he casually and lightly swiped behind him as if swatting away mosquitoes.
The movement appeared casual, yet it contained boundless power and a mysterious aura.
"laugh!
laugh!"
Two soft sounds, like lightning flashing across the night sky, brief yet sharp.
In an instant, two condensed, almost tangible white energy blades, nearly invisible to the naked eye, appeared out of thin air!
They seemed to be a mysterious force from another dimension; as soon as they appeared, they tore through the air with lightning speed, like wild horses that had broken free of their reins.
The sharp, short whistling sound, like the call of death, echoed in the silent space, sending chills down one's spine.
Blood blossoms suddenly bloomed in the astonished, frozen eyes of the two.
That vibrant red, like a blooming poppy, was both alluring and terrifying.
The air blade pierced their throats with unparalleled precision, like a sharp scalpel, leaving two smooth-edged, bloody holes.
The neatness of the wound made one wonder if it was even possible for a human to do such a thing.
All the crazy thoughts and cries for survival were completely ended by this cold penetration.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the two of them stiffened instantly, as if they had been frozen in place.
The last glimmer of light in their eyes quickly faded, like an extinguished candle, and they collapsed heavily into the cold, sticky pool of blood, filled with unbelievable despair.
The dull thud of them falling to the ground seemed like their final farewell to this world, after which there was no more sound, leaving only a deathly silence.
……
Inside the "Obsidian" conference room, time seemed to slow down as if an invisible hand had been used to slow it down.
The thick soundproofing layer acts like a sturdy fortress, completely isolating it from all the bloodshed and alarms from the outside world.
Here, a false, calculated tranquil space is created, as if the conflicts and killings in the outside world have nothing to do with them.
At one end of the long conference table, Di Lang sat upright, his posture as imposing as an unshakeable mountain.
His well-maintained face tried to maintain the composure of a business elite; his smile was like a meticulously crafted mask, perfect yet false.
However, deep within his eyes lurked a barely perceptible anxiety and... the stiffness of a puppet on strings. (End of Chapter)