Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 518: 331. Whose Trap Is It_3

He had guessed that the opponent would use bombs as a method of attack, so he had Liu Dezhu try a new combat method in advance…embracing the bomb to protect his comrades.

From within the flames, Liu Dezhu rose to his feet again, feeling his own condition, only to find that the high heat and impact from the explosion hadn’t harmed him, but rather intensified his flames.

It was as if the enemy was helping him create a home field advantage.

He turned to look at Qing Chen and noticed that despite having experienced the explosion, he seemed unharmed and was as calm as ever, his eyes fixed outside the door, utterly unconcerned about the bomb.

Just then, hearing the explosion, the assassins outside thought they had succeeded and swarmed toward the conference room.

Waiting for them were Qing Chen’s unshaken hands and the deep barrels of his guns.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five consecutive shots.

The four assassins who had charged into the conference room didn’t even have a chance to stop, all of them reached the door of the room only to have their heads jerked back by the bullets and then collapsed unconscious.

The assassins fell one after another, each shot in the forehead, except for the last one, who was shot in the thigh and wrist.

Liu Dezhu inwardly exclaimed, witnessing the scene as if the assassins had coordinated with Qing Chen, lining up to be killed.

He turned back, shocked at Qing Chen’s shooting skills—they were unbeatable!

Although one man was not dead, the consecutive three headshots were something Liu Dezhu couldn’t achieve even in CrossFire.

Qing Chen placed the handgun on the long table in the conference room and then said to Liu Dezhu, “Stop dawdling, let’s go downstairs.”

“Wait, you’re not taking the gun?” Liu Dezhu asked.

“It’s out of bullets. Someone from Kunlun will come for it,” Qing Chen replied and started walking out, pulling out two rubber bands from his pocket to tie up the hands and feet of the assassin who was not yet dead.

“What’s this for?” Liu Dezhu curiously asked.

“Leave him for Kunlun to interrogate,” Qing Chen replied.

Liu Dezhu realized that it wasn’t that Qing Chen had missed the fourth person, but had intentionally shot the leg and hand.

The first shot hit the wrist, rendering the opponent unable to fire.

The second shot hit the thigh, preventing the opponent from running away.

Everything was part of Qing Chen’s plan.

Liu Dezhu suddenly realized that from the beginning of the fight until now, Qing Chen’s expression hadn’t changed at all, as if everything was just normal.

Qing Chen glanced at him, “Although all of you have become Transcendents, you haven’t experienced real combat. I taught you cultivation before, today I am teaching you how to kill… And the way you actually dared to jump on that bomb earlier, that was impressive.”

After saying that, he dropped the still-living assassin on the ground, picked up four handguns from the floor, and headed towards the elevator entrance, speaking into his Bluetooth earpiece, “Zhang Tianzhen, Nan Gengchen, the fire should be spreading upwards. Hide among the evacuating crowd and don’t engage the assassins. Just report their positions to us, they have firearms.”

Zhang Tianzhen, Nan Gengchen: “Roger that.”

This was Qing Chen’s coordinated plan. When chaos broke out in the building, Zhang Tianzhen and Nan Gengchen, who had hidden in the building since last night, would blend in with the fleeing crowd and relay the assassins’ positions to Qing Chen.

There was only one emergency exit. Zhang Tianzhen would move up from the 18th floor, and Nan Gengchen from the ground floor—they would eventually encounter the assassins.

The snipers were the assassins’ targets, not the thousands of people in the building, so Zhang Tianzhen and Nan Gengchen were safe.

Their task was to observe.

At this moment, Liu Dezhu was still pondering behind Qing Chen… Did Qing Chen just compliment him?

It must have been a compliment!

The two proceeded down the emergency staircase, and Qing Chen handed a handgun to Liu Dezhu, then said, “Get familiar with it, but don’t shoot.”

“Ah? Why not?” Liu Dezhu hesitated.

Qing Chen replied, “I’m afraid you’ll shoot me.”

Liu Dezhu: “…”

Initially, Qing Chen didn’t understand how the assassins had precisely located him until he saw, among the recently deceased assassins, the security guard who had issued him a pass that morning.

So these people operated in a manner similar to Kyushu, monitoring suspicious individuals entering the building.

And the large toolbox Qing Chen carried had caught their attention.

“Brother Chen,” Nan Gengchen’s voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece, “I saw several people with firearms heading upstairs, total of six, they are now on the seventh floor, moving half a floor every three seconds.”

“Got it,” Qing Chen positioned himself at the staircase turn between the 16th and 17th floors, quietly leaning against the wall.

At that moment, Liu Dezhu suddenly noticed Qing Chen had closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for the assassins to arrive.

But was closing his eyes really appropriate at this time?

However, soon after, when the first assassin’s head appeared in their field of view, Liu Dezhu saw Qing Chen open his eyes and pull the trigger at the same time!

With a bang, the assassin climbing the stairs was shot in the head, his body reeling backwards, landing on his comrade behind him.

Seizing the moment the first assassin’s body disrupted the other assassins’ rhythm, Qing Chen swiftly moved out from the staircase turn and continuously pulled the trigger!

Even Liu Dezhu behind him was stunned by this small-scale scene. If it weren’t for the opponents carrying bombs, they wouldn’t even need him at all.

So, was his role just to embrace the bomb?

Previously, after Liu Dezhu was promoted to C-Class, he felt a bit elated, considering there were only a few C-Classes in Time Traveler, and even Qing Chen was just an E-Class.

But it wasn’t until he actually saw Qing Chen killing people that he realized he was still just a novice.

If Qing Chen was that formidable, how terrifying must their boss be?

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A 5000-word chapter, another one at 11 PM tonight.