The Wolf Pack is Coming
Twisted and deformed bullet casings clattered onto the ground from Nie Yu's skin surface, yet there wasn't a single scratch on his body... The black luster was like steel under the dusk, indestructible.
[Iron Raiment].
At this moment, the several assassins who made a move simultaneously widened their eyes.
They had struggled between blood and fire for so many years, participating in no shortage of assassinations or shootouts, but it was their first time seeing a monster capable of physically resisting bullets...
They knew Nie Yu was incredible, but the scene before them truly exceeded the scope of their understanding. It seemed only Superman in movies could do this.
Just as the crowd was stunned, a touch of fury climbed into Nie Yu's eyes. Taking a slow step forward, the oppressive aura of a Fifth-Tier Way of the Soldier God wildly poured out from the illusory wolf pupils, as if a massive mountain instantly pressed down on everyone's hearts.
Whether it was those who made a move or those who didn't, every single assassin's heart beat wildly at this moment, like a blood pump about to be squeezed to bursting. Their entire bodies couldn't help but tremble!
In the next moment, Nie Yu's figure arrived in front of an assassin who was still gripping a gun.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—!!
Continuous gunshots rang out. In panic, the assassin emptied the entire magazine just like that. But as wisps of blue smoke drifted from the muzzle, several twisted bullet casings fell to the ground in succession... The space between Nie Yu's eyebrows was smooth and flat, not even a trace of a dent was left behind. The gaze he used to look at the assassin grew increasingly chilling.
"Who gave you the courage... to kill me?"
As Nie Yu's words fell, he forcefully squeezed the assassin's neck until it burst. Scarlet blood splattered in mid-air, dyeing the several assassins around him into bloody figures, standing dumbfounded on the spot.
This extremely impactful scene was unacceptable even to this group of battle-hardened assassins. The few who had originally thought of ambushing Nie Yu now felt a disjointed sense of absurdity... Did they actually want to kill this kind of monster just now??
In the oppressive atmosphere, Nie Yu's gaze fell among the pieces of the assassin he had just squeezed to bursting. A phone with a lit screen attracted his attention.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he picked up the phone from the pool of blood.
"The bounty... was modified?"
At a glance, Nie Yu saw his own wanted page, while the original bounty on Su Zhiwei had vanished without a trace... Most importantly, the initiator of this post was exactly Vulture.
His complexion instantly became incomparably gloomy.
"Damn it!"
Nie Yu knew very well in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for Vulture to do such a thing. The only possibility for the bounty to be tampered with was that Vulture had already been murdered... There weren't many people who could find and kill Vulture, and the other party was even able to crack his phone and usurp his dark web account... The instigator of all this was already vividly clear.
Nie Yu originally thought that he was the only hunter. Now it seemed that man in the brown coat was actually hunting him in the dark too!?
The killing intent in Nie Yu's heart grew increasingly dense. He abruptly raised his head and looked towards the distant museum, cold glints flashing in his eyes.
Since Chen Ling went to kill Vulture, it meant there was no one guarding the museum right now. As long as they made a move, Su Zhiwei definitely couldn't escape. Chen Ling had stolen his lair, so he would destroy this place as a return gift.
Thinking of this, Nie Yu's gaze fell on the numerous assassins once again. His right hand lightly gripped the hilt of the hunting knife behind his waist.
An extremely fine, invisible thread sliced through the void. In the next moment, a streak of red thread simultaneously surfaced on the necks of the three assassins who had also made a move to kill him just now. Their heads and bodies slowly slid apart and separated, the cut as smooth as a mirror surface.
They only felt an itch on their necks before the scene before their eyes rotated and inverted. The last scene they saw in their eyes was their own headless corpses still standing tall.
Nie Yu hadn't even drawn his knife, yet the heads of the three assassins automatically fell to the ground.
[Sharp Silk].
This eerie scene was even more impactful than crushing someone's head barehanded just now. The remaining eight assassins were completely terrified stupid. They wanted to flee but couldn't, their feet as heavy as if filled with lead.
Nie Yu slowly released the hilt of the hunting knife behind his waist, his calm voice echoing across the wilderness:
"This eighty million... do you want it?"
The crowd finally came back to their senses. Although they had also seen that bounty, whether it was out of cowardice or knowing their own limitations, they hadn't made a move against Nie Yu just now, which was also the reason they survived until now... Hearing this sentence, they immediately stammered:
"No... no."
"Very good," Nie Yu said lightly. "Although the bounty on the web page was cancelled, if any of you kill Su Zhiwei, I will still give you a bounty... Do you want the eight million head of Su Zhiwei, or do you want to try and take this eighty million head of mine? Choose for yourselves."
After saying that, Nie Yu carried his hunting rifle and walked straight towards the museum.
The numerous assassins looked at each other on the spot. Only hesitating for half a second, they quickly followed... The dim yellow setting sun sank at the end of the horizon. Under the deep blue night sky, a ferocious alpha wolf led a pack of wolves, silently approaching their prey.
...
The museum.
Second floor, Embroidery Room.
By the spacious French windows, Yao Qing was holding an embroidery needle. Before him was a Spring Scenery of Jiangnan painting spanning two meters long. Although it wasn't a finished product yet, as the fine embroidery needle continuously wove in and out, more and more details were filled into it.
Leaning on her walking stick with both hands, Xiao Chunping slowly walked to his side, quietly watching this Spring Scenery of Jiangnan painting, a hint of complexity flashing in her eyes.
"Grandma, how do you think my embroidery is?" Yao Qing raised his head and asked, seemingly somewhat expectant.
"As expected of my good grandson, your embroidery work is getting better and better," Xiao Chunping smiled genially, reaching out to gently pat his head. "At least when it comes to 'Spring Scenery', you have achieved a high degree of proficiency. Even Grandma might not be able to compare to you."
"How could I compare with Grandma." Although Yao Qing said this, his heart was incomparably joyful, and he scratched his head in embarrassment. "Moreover... I'm only good at embroidering spring scenery. As for other sceneries and figures, I can't even compare to a single finger of Grandma's."
"Good grandson, why do you only ever embroider one style of Jiangnan spring scenery?"
"Um... no reason, I just like it." Yao Qing slightly turned his head, his voice softening a bit. "Since I like this style, I want to do it the best..."
Xiao Chunping gave him a deep look and sighed helplessly.
"That's fine too... Specializing in one style will make it easier for you to walk out a path that belongs to yourself."
Hearing this sentence, Yao Qing seemed to recall something. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked:
"Grandma, do you believe that in this world, someone can gain superhuman strength because of their belief in a certain thing?"