Chapter 38 - 38 034 Sniper

38: Chapter 034 Sniper 38: Chapter 034 Sniper On the third route to Seven Happiness Road, Ye Fan drove the sedan at full speed, overtaking other cars madly like an incredibly agile marlin swimming through the depths. After passing Jian Nan Road, where traffic was relatively heavy, the flow of vehicles on the following Xiu Ning Road had significantly decreased, allowing Ye Fan to race straight ahead at top speed. Entering Shi Zi Ling Avenue via Xiu Ning Road, he found even less traffic, and since it was night, there were hardly any cars at all. “Xiaoman, you have to wait for me. I’m just a little less than halfway there!” Ye Fan pressed down hard on the gas pedal, anxiously muttering to himself. He had originally thought he was just teasing Lu Xiaoman for fun and relaxation, occasionally taking advantage of her, feeling nothing more than a liking for her. Now he realized he had fallen for Lu Xiaoman. The thought that Lu Xiaoman might be bewitched and harmed by He Jiaqiang made him want to roar furiously at the sky, wishing he could fly over there and tear He Jiaqiang into a thousand pieces. Just then, a sudden chill rose from deep within him, and an overwhelming sense of crisis engulfed him. He quickly turned his head and saw, about twenty or thirty meters ahead at the intersection, a large black off-road sedan barreling towards him without its lights on from a transverse road. The approaching SUV’s speed and timing were too cunning. In the next second, it was set to T-bone his second-hand Alto right in the middle. The Alto itself was a very low-end sedan, brand new it was only worth slightly over fifty thousand yuan, with not only an engine quality that was worse than average mid-range sedans, but also a flimsy body that was light and flimsy. If hit by the clearly heavy off-road sedan at high speed, it would undoubtedly result in a total wreck. With the gas pedal already floored, reaching maximum speed, it would be impossible to suddenly accelerate past the intersection before getting hit by the black off-road sedan. Suddenly, Ye Fan stomped on the brake and yanked the steering wheel hard to the right. Screech— A piercing, sharp squeal of tires braking hard filled the air, with long black scorched marks etched into the ground by the tires, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of burning rubber. However, due to the excessive speed and short distance, Ye Fan’s car still smashed into the flower bed on the side, instantly scattering various parts, and the engine stalled. The tremendous force of inertia caused Ye Fan’s qi-blood to boil, his vision to blacken, and stars to burst before his eyes. Fortunately, Ye Fan was no ordinary person. He was an expert in inner strength and quickly began to regulate his breathing, promptly regaining his sight. As soon as his vision cleared, he immediately yanked off his seatbelt and reached to open the car door, only to find it was jammed shut. Bang! Without hesitation, Ye Fan kicked the car door open and then rolled out of the vehicle. Though it seems slow to describe, it all happened quickly; the time between the car hitting the flower bed and him rolling out was only a second. Dadada… Several AK47 machine guns fired, with countless bullets raining down like a deluge. Ye Fan lay on the ground, moving his limbs in unison, utilizing the Wall-climbing Skill, and like a gecko, he rapidly crawled over ten meters along the edge of the flower bed’s concrete pool, leaving behind the ground riddled with bullet holes. It was night-time, and with the flower beds providing cover, Nehemiah Bailey and his cohorts, who were aiming at him, couldn’t spot Ye Fan for a moment. However, as professional assassins ranked among the top ten globally, they had anticipated such things. Three strong beams of light shot towards him from different directions, searching for Ye Fan. As the bright light approached, Ye Fan cursed to himself and immediately summoned his inner strength, slapping his left hand onto the ground. Without a sound, the sturdy twenty-centimeter-thick concrete road surface instantly cracked, and under his palm, the concrete crumbled into pieces. Just as a strong light was about to shine on him, Ye Fan flicked several pieces of gravel with his hand, rapidly rolled to the left, and at the same time, three stones shot out in different directions. Crack! Crack! Crack! Three sounds of breaking glass erupted almost simultaneously, followed by the disappearance of the three light sources. Da Da Da… The opposition reacted quickly—five AK47s immediately began to spray bullets wildly. Ye Fan had no time to get up and could only continue to use his hands and feet in unison, exhibiting the Wall-climbing Skill, zipping to the median flowerbed in the center of the road like lightning, and then flipping over it. As he flipped over, he struck again, and on the left side of the highway, a hundred meters away, two screams abruptly came to a halt. Da Da Da… Three more AK47s directed their fire toward him. Ye Fan didn’t pause; he clung close to the flowerbed’s cement barrier and crawled rapidly, covering more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, then suddenly shifted direction, scurrying toward the flowerbed on the far left, swift as lightning. Making contact with the outermost flowerbed, he quickly flipped over it. And during this whole process, three AK47s chased after him, firing wildly. But his speed was so fast that the three assassins couldn’t lift their gun muzzles quickly enough to catch up with his pace on the ground, blasting countless bullet pits where he had crawled. Flipping to the flowerbed on the far left, he was essentially safe under the cover of the flowerbed’s cement barrier, especially since the two assassins lying in ambush on the left had already been killed by him. He quickly crawled along the flowerbed for a few seconds, distancing himself by several dozen meters from the intersection, and turned his head to look in the direction of the assassins. However, he didn’t dare to expose himself for now. Those lying in ambush at the intersection, aiming to kill him, were the assassins ranked fifth, seventh, and eighth in the world—extremely quick to react and incomparable to ordinary soldiers. Not only that, but he also knew that among the assassins targeting him, one trump card had yet to make a move. Nehemiah Bailey, the fifth-ranked assassin globally, specialized in various sniper rifles and was renowned as a sniper rifle prodigy. It had appeared as if several AK47s were spraying bullets frantically from different directions, but there had been no sound of sniper rifles, meaning Nehemiah Bailey had not yet taken action, lurking in some dark corner, waiting for a chance to deliver a fatal blow to him, Ye Fan. He wasn’t worried about the remaining three AK47s; the only pressure he felt was from Nehemiah Bailey’s sniper rifle. Being a master of Inner Strength, he had a strong intuition for danger; he could immediately sense when a gun was aimed at him and discern its position. However, Nehemiah Bailey obviously knew about his superhuman sensing abilities, so he had not directly aimed at him. Invisible danger was the greatest danger. Of course, now that he had crawled tens of meters along the flowerbed, he could continue to crawl rapidly for a hundred meters, two hundred meters, or even a kilometer, to completely escape danger before returning to kill Nehemiah Bailey and the other assassins. But doing so would take a lot of time, and he was in a hurry to rescue Lu Xiaoman at the Seven Happiness Road Jinwang Night Club; he couldn’t afford any delay. “Xiaoman!” Ye Fan clenched his fists, his eyebrows tightly knit, filled with urgency. He couldn’t help but picture Lu Xiaoman’s lovely and kind visage in his mind—so thoughtful, her affectionate eyes so touching, her shy, coquettish demeanor so heart-stirring. seaʀᴄh thё Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Her soft hands were so smooth, tender, and supple; holding them felt like a comforting, tingling current… If Lu Xiaoman was indeed defiled by He Jiaqiang, even if he tore He Jiaqiang to pieces, he would never forgive himself. “I’m going all out!” With gritted teeth, Ye Fan slapped the pavement, causing it to crack, and with a grab, he pulled out several pebbles.