Besieged and Killed
Yao Qing's heartbeat skipped a beat.
Unlike when he was on the highway, this was Yao Qing's first time seeing assassins up close. Their burly figures and lethal weapons were all speaking of terror. The hands of these people were stained with dozens of lives; they were true desperadoes.
Moreover, judging from their meaning, there were more than just the two of them this time. The museum had most likely already been infiltrated by assassins.
Yet at this particular time, Chen Ling hadn't returned yet...
In the darkness, Yao Qing's face was incomparably pale. He forced himself to calm down and ponder countermeasures.
Since these assassins' target was Su Zhiwei, the best solution would definitely be to find Su Zhiwei one step ahead and take her away from here... But Yao Qing couldn't do that, because Grandma was also in this museum at this moment.
With the stance of this group of assassins, it didn't look like they would leave any survivors at all. If they found Grandma, the consequences would be unimaginable... But even he couldn't avoid all the assassins, gather Su Zhiwei, Grandma, and Yang Xiao all together, and silently escape under these circumstances.
Unable to run away... did he have to fight against this group of assassins?
"Yao Qing, pull yourself together! Chen Ling isn't here, you're the only one who can protect them! You're the most familiar with this place, this is an advantage... As long as you make preparations, it's not like you don't have a chance of winning!" Yao Qing muttered to himself. In the darkness, the youth's gaze grew increasingly firm.
Yao Qing's brain operated at high speed. Taking a deep breath, he walked stealthily from another corridor, circling towards the front of the two assassins.
...
"Why is this broken place so winding?"
An assassin holding a military knife stood at a crossroad, unable to resist cursing.
"Which way should we go?"
"I don't know... Have we been here just now?"
"No, impossible." The assassin holding the submachine gun pointed at an embroidery diagram on the wall. "Every time I reached an intersection, I memorized the embroidery diagram on it. I haven't seen this kind of pattern before."
"That shouldn't be, but the direction the broom is leaning against in the corner looks exactly the same... Are you sure we didn't circle back again?"
"These embroidery diagrams are all different, could they have changed by themselves?"
"...Then left or right?"
Just as the other assassin was about to say something, a crisp sound suddenly rang out from the end of the right corridor. The two of them looked at each other, a touch of pleasant surprise flashing across both their faces.
They gripped their respective weapons tightly and advanced softly along the wall, their gazes vigilantly looking around at all times, like ghosts in the darkness.
This corridor was a surrounding corridor encircling the central Courtyard. Through the glass on one side, one could see the scene in the Courtyard, but now the lights were out, and the night rain obscured the light, so they could only barely see the outlines of a few artificial rockeries.
The sound just now was like the soft sound accidentally made when a glass door was closed. So at this moment, both of their gazes landed on the dim Courtyard. They could be certain that someone must be hiding here.
An assassin gripped the handle of the glass door, pressed it down gently, and then pushed it open slowly, trying not to make a single sound during the process. But the moment the two of them stepped out of the surrounding corridor and entered the Courtyard, a massive black shadow smashed down from the eaves of the second floor!
Bang—!!
A Stone Stool seat that should have been placed around the stone table, weighing a full several dozen catties, accurately smashed onto the top of the head of the assassin holding the submachine gun at this moment.
Even though the two's vigilance was already maxed out, they didn't expect the crisis to arrive in this form. That person simply couldn't react in time. He just felt an incomparably hard, heavy object smash into the top of his head. His vision instantly went black, and he plopped to the ground.
At the same time, holding a Baseball Bat, Yao Qing leaped down from the eaves, the bat whistling as it smashed towards the top of the other assassin's head!
The sudden fall of his companion instantly tensed this assassin's nerves. The instinct forged from years of bathing in blood and killing made him dodge to the side without hesitation. Even though Yao Qing's movements were connected extremely fast, he wasn't able to smash the top of his head in one go. Instead, it landed on his shoulder with a bang, followed by a tragic scream.
"Oh no!" Yao Qing's heart skipped a beat.
That assassin's shoulder was smashed and injured by Yao Qing's bat, making him completely unable to raise his arm. But at the same time, Yao Qing's figure was completely exposed. The assassin looked at him viciously. His only remaining right hand gripped the chillingly glinting military knife, and his figure slashed towards Yao Qing with extreme speed!
Yao Qing was greatly alarmed. While retreating frantically, he barely managed to block the military knife slashes with the Baseball Bat in his hand. The loud clanging sounds of metal colliding echoed above the Courtyard.
In the end, Yao Qing was just a university student. Whether it was physical fitness or combat experience, he couldn't compare to a professional assassin. After strenuously parrying a few slashes, he was unexpectedly kicked in the chest by the other party, sending his whole body flying backwards!
Yao Qing rolled on the ground twice, his body already covered in dust. Just as he raised his head, he saw a cold glint flash through mid-air, slashing straight at his throat!
It's over...
Yao Qing subconsciously closed his eyes. Right at this moment, a gust of violent wind attacked from the side!
A figure kicked the assassin's wrist, causing this slash to be misplaced and hit the void beside Yao Qing. Yao Qing opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see a beautiful figure wearing a white training suit blocking in front of his body.
"Su Zhiwei?!" Under the hazy dim light, the assassin saw that face, and joy immediately surfaced in his eyes!
"Sister Zhiwei?!"
Two voices rang out. Su Zhiwei's eyes were as cold as frost. She seemed to have just been preparing to rest for the night. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders, moistened by the night rain. After seeing that Yao Qing wasn't injured, her expression slightly relaxed a bit.
The assassin's blade edge immediately turned, whistling as it slashed towards her body. Su Zhiwei, however, changed her footwork continuously, lightly dodging the two slashes.
The white training suit swept up the evening breeze. Along with Su Zhiwei's palm, it struck heavily on the wrist of the assassin holding the knife, forcefully parrying the slash. At the same time, her right foot stepped heavily forward, her left palm withdrew, and her right hand formed a fist that whistled out, crashing into the assassin's chest!
Xingyi Quan!
Bang—!!
A muffled thud rang out. The assassin's chest immediately caved in a bit, likely with broken ribs, and he staggered backwards and fell to the ground.
It wasn't that Su Zhiwei's martial arts were that strong. The main reason was that Yao Qing's bat had crippled one of the assassin's hands. Relying only on a single hand to hold a knife, it was naturally impossible for him to be a match for Su Zhiwei, who had martial arts foundation.
Su Zhiwei knocked back the assassin with one punch, then kicked away that military knife. The white training suit fluttered gently in the wind under the night rain...
Just as she was about to turn around and help Yao Qing up, she seemed to have seen something, her footsteps abruptly stopping in place.
Perhaps because the commotion of the fight just now was too loud, at this moment inside the museum, four figures successively smashed through the windows and flipped out. They looked at Su Zhiwei in the Courtyard with cold sneers, forcefully pulling back the bolts of the guns in their hands...
Four pitch-black muzzles simultaneously aimed at Su Zhiwei in the center.
"Now, where else can you run?"