During the battle in the Jiangnan Water Village, the sky was raining and there was fog on the lake.
Even for those watching the battle, initially they could not see the details of the opposing sides, not to mention the second-hand footage from candid shots.
At that time, the official authorities had sealed off most of the water village, and because the decisive battle happened suddenly, no one could organize professional recording, so they could only use handheld phones to take candid shots.
And the quality of those candid shot devices was questionable, unable to capture fast-moving objects; hence, throughout all the footage, Lin Beichen’s face never appeared clearly.
"If this footage is real, they could walk on water, fly temporarily, and also control a very peculiar ability to fight from a distance. If one wants to assassinate them safely, they can only do so with mid-to-long-range secret sniping."
The long-haired man was named Park Jeong-ki, a super assassin from Gao Li Nation.
The assassin circle was divided into two types: lone wolf assassins and group assassins.
Park Jeong-ki was a lone wolf assassin. Generally, he wouldn’t take on overly difficult tasks, but the reward from the Golden Mountain Sect was too large, an amount he couldn’t even imagine in his lifetime.
So he wanted to give it a try. If he succeeded, he could get money that would last him a lifetime, withdraw from the assassin circle, and live in seclusion in a small country in Western Europe, buying himself a noble status to live a carefree life with luxury cars and beautiful women.
What about failure?
Failure is common for lone wolf assassins, but it doesn’t necessarily mean death.
Unlike group assassins, lone wolf assassins always ensure their own safety before taking action.
"It’s fortunate I got this NWT20, paired with specially modified long-range accessories, I can increase the shooting range by another third, reaching 2700 meters. At such a distance, even an Immortal can’t guard against it."
The long-haired man opened the suitcase and touched the NWT20 with a metallic sheen, a smile appeared on his face.
It was his gun control skill that transformed him from an unknown assassin to a super assassin.
Last year, he used this gun to kill a corporate conglomerate executive from Japan with one shot from a building gap 2900 meters away.
A year later, he was already accustomed to ultra-long-distance shooting, but for insurance, he decided to set the distance to around 2500 meters.
He had already figured out Lin Beichen’s movement trajectory.
As long as he could reach a high ground outside the hotel and lay in wait before daylight, he could shoot Lin Beichen’s head from 2000 meters away.
Thinking about this, he picked up the suitcase and prepared to leave the hotel.
However, at that moment, a sudden gale blew in through the window, causing the curtains to flutter, and a shadow suddenly rushed into the room.
"Someone entered?"
Park Jeong-ki was stunned, instinctively glanced at the room number, nearly popping his eyes out.
2903!
He was in the VIP room on the 29th floor, at least 80 meters above ground. Who could break in at such a height, could it be a ghost?
Park Jeong-ki instinctively reached for his gun, but at that moment, he felt his vision blur, as if a dark light flashed through mid-air.
In the next instant, he felt his entire body plunged into darkness, and simultaneously, a voice sounded in his ears.
"Four more to go."
The shadow stood by the window for a moment, then vanished.
When the hotel staff found the guest dead, the room had already lost his shadow.
Later, after inspections from various sides, only Park Jeong-ki’s fingerprints and footprints were found at the scene.
Other than that, there was no one else.
Park Jeong-ki’s death appeared as if it was the work of a ghost, or he committed suicide, otherwise, it was difficult to explain.
And this kind of death happened over 20 times on that night.
Around Dragon Sleep River within a 20-kilometer radius, in luxury hotel suites, sauna rooms, deep woods, and even on street benches.
The deceased appeared anywhere, without any uniformity, but there was one forced commonality: they were all foreigners with backgrounds of assassins.
Their deaths were miserable, some had their heads crushed entirely, some were cut in half, and some were chopped into pieces.
The investigators’ biggest headache was that the death times of these people were concentrated within an hour.
How could this be possible?
These people were not standing in one place but scattered in every corner of the 20-kilometer radius. Just finding them would take a lot of time, not to mention simultaneously killing them.
Even if prepared in advance, one could only roughly confirm their whereabouts, it was impossible to accurately pinpoint where they stood on a piece of grass.
The investigators were puzzled, piecing together many models, and finally, could only come up with one possible solution.
The deceased were killed instantly; they were pre-fixed in those places, and when the time came, the perpetrator immediately killed them and disappeared.
But this raised another problem.
Twenty plus crime scenes concentrated within an hour, how could one ensure no mistakes?
Even the most professional team wouldn’t dare to open twenty battle lines without making errors.
The deeper the investigation, the more unbelievable the case seemed to the investigators.
They couldn’t imagine humans could accomplish this.
But what they didn’t know was that these 20 plus cases were just what Lin Beichen wanted them to discover; there were others Lin Beichen didn’t want anyone to see.
Some of the assassins who infiltrated Dragon Sleep River hid in obvious places, but others hid in places beyond imagination.
"Since you like the ice cellar so much, don’t come out anymore."
Lin Beichen walked out from the back door of a slaughterhouse, a faint smile on his lips.
Just a moment ago, he crushed an ice coffin directly through the cold storage door.
The cold storage was at a freezing temperature of minus 50 degrees, storing a batch of high-quality beef from overseas.
And beneath this mountain of beef, there was an ice coffin.
Inside the coffin was an assassin with a special physique, able to seal himself in extreme cold.
But now, he had been crushed into pieces, completely merging with the beef.
"An hour and a half, a total of 51 assassins solved. Zhang Xiu’ai’s Security Association didn’t do a thorough job; their clues only listed 35 assassins, and the other 16 weren’t on the list."
Lin Beichen looked at the night sky, casually knocking on the cold storage factory door.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?"
The factory security stared at Lin Beichen, alert in his eyes.
"Just a reminder, your factory’s cold storage has a problem; something seems to have mixed in."
Lin Beichen pointed at the cold storage, then turned to leave.
The worker stared at Lin Beichen incredulously, and only after Lin Beichen completely disappeared did he walk towards the cold storage.
Moments later, a terrified scream came from the cold storage.
Soon after, police cars sealed off the factory and carried out an ice coffin.
From the rooftop of a nearby building, Lin Beichen watched the commotion below silently and then left quietly.
Tonight’s actions would certainly alarm the higher-ups, but that was Lin Beichen’s intention.
He needed someone to spread the news.
He wanted to tell people outside that no matter how many assassins they send, it’s all futile.
If they wanted to place a bounty on him, they better not focus solely on the money.
Because some money is visible but untouchable.
Once they get tempted, they might end up losing themselves.
Fifty-one super assassins, even if they came from different assassin groups and organizations, and even from different countries, would still cause heavy losses.
Assassins are not assembly line workers who can be trained casually and put to work.
Every professional assassin is trained with great effort, and to become a super assassin, one needs both skill and luck.
The death of these fifty-plus individuals was enough to deter the assassin community.
However, Lin Beichen felt somewhat unsatisfied.
The numbers were shocking enough, but he lacked a symbolic figure.
Killing a hundred masters wouldn’t be as impactful as killing one Qin Wenwu.
Among tonight’s achievements, he still needed a symbolic figure.
And he had already thought of that figure.
Death God Cobra!
Only by killing this legendary assassin could he truly deter the assassin world, ensuring they wouldn’t dare to cause trouble again!