This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 109 - Memory Sequence
Chapter 109: Chapter 109 Memory Sequence
Chen Ke racked the bolt of his rifle and emerged from behind the tree. In this moonlight-free patch of woodland, visibility stretched barely more than 30 meters.
Beyond, the darkness was a thick, murky void, void of even the sound of birds.
Crouching low, Chen Ke advanced, nearly invisible thanks to the Dark Concealment feature of his suit.
Suddenly, an explosion rang out from the muddy ground afar as the leaked gasoline was ignited by a spark from some wire in the vehicle.
The delayed combustion brought a brief, intense flash of orange-red to the night, followed by the burning wreckage lighting up a large patch of the ground in red. Faint orange shadows were cast into the woods, illuminating distances previously hidden in darkness.
This commotion was enough to draw the fire department and the County Police for an investigation—it was time to deal with the sniper, fast!
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Following the flicker of flames, Chen Ke’s concealment dropped to 80%, but it also allowed him to spot the presence of three Assassin Phantoms.
His cyan robe stood out remarkably under the light, like a walking wad of cotton in the pitch-black forest.
The sniper was keenly aware of the problem presented by his cyan robe but dared not remove the Holy Relics, as summoning and retrieving them would create a bright halo of light, and taking them off now would only expose his position.
Killing any of the Phantoms would alert the true body to his location, but in the brief moment of the vehicle’s explosion, Chen Ke had already determined who the real body was.
During the explosion, only the real body stopped to watch for a while, while the other two Phantoms continued their search.
Chen Ke smirked, raised his rifle, and aimed for the true body’s neck; he didn’t want to damage the robe and mask—after all, they were his property.
Using the long-range scope at a distance of 100 meters felt uncomfortable for Chen Ke, so he simply detached the scope and used the mechanical sight to aim.
“Pop,”
The M24 let out a muffled discharge, ejecting a brass-orange casing, the bullet hitting its target even before the sound of the gunshot—dead center.
The sniper wasn’t as lucky as Chen Ke; the bullet tore through his throat, severing the connection between his head and body, which rolled onto the ground.
The moment after the sniper died, even before his body hit the floor, the Holy Relics on him reverted to the Holy Diamond; with a flash of white light, the other two Phantoms vanished as well.
Chen Ke breathed a sigh of relief, set down his rifle, and went over to the sniper’s corpse to retrieve his belongings. He also acquired another assassin’s cell phone.
As usual, he removed the battery, then pocketed it. Now he had three assassin’s cell phones: two confiscated, and one his own…
Though they might not be immediately useful, they could come in handy later on.
Chen Ke looked at the M24 in his hand. It was better to discard it—if he needed a gun, Pihom could provide him with something far superior.
He checked the sniper’s body once again; it held nothing else, no Holy Diamond, not even spare ammunition for the sniper rifle, a sign of overconfidence…
As a long-distance assassin, he already possessed the highly practical Phantom Skill and had support from companions; indeed, there was no need for additional Holy Relics…
At that moment, a burning sensation suddenly emanated from the Sun Mark on his chest. Chen Ke hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, worried the Flame would catch it ablaze.
The emblem on his left chest produced tiny sparks, as if hinting at something.
Chen Ke’s thoughts shifted, and the soul interface appeared before his eyes, revealing a white soul emitting a soft glow.
It was Lin Mo’s soul, the previous owner of this body—supposed to have been sacrificed to the contract demon to open the door, but now merely restricted by a life countdown after Chen Ke’s transmigration.
Different from the information seen in the taxi, Lin Mo’s soul information had changed.
[Lin Mo, Assassin’s Soul]
[Effect: ???]
[A dissipated soul, yet bound tightly by an invisible force.]
[The soul of Lin Mo, an assassin from Si’s consortium, who walked down the wrong path with no way out and ultimately paid the price for his choices.]
[Memory Sequence 0: ???]
Curious, Chen Ke focused his attention on “Memory Sequence 0”.
Suddenly, it was as if he was seated on a high-speed roller coaster plummeting downwards, feeling the surrounding scenery and sounds rapidly receding from him, his senses escaping into a void of darkness, while his body continued to fall.
…
Chen Ke could no longer feel his body, as though he was just an intangible soul. After not knowing how long he had been falling into the darkness, it felt as though he had suddenly crashed to the ground, and he sensed that he had entered another body.
Pitch darkness lay before his eyes.
He could no longer see the life countdown.
Sounds, gradually, began to enter his ears.
“Swish!”
Chen Ke abruptly opened his eyes and found he was crouching at the wall of a low-slung bungalow, holding an M1911A1 in both hands, with a woman at his side.
The sky was overcast, with a fine drizzle descending. A concrete staircase stretched downward in front of him, leading to a dried-up drainage ditch hundreds of steps away.
He glanced at the woman beside him, her silhouette seeming strikingly familiar. Suddenly, he remembered—wasn’t this the woman he had fought with on the rooftop of the shopping mall…
He excitedly raised his gun but was stopped as another person beside him grabbed the muzzle. Chen Ke turned to look left and saw an unfamiliar man, a scar-faced, bald Caucasian.
“Don’t rush, Lin Mo, don’t rush, keep your cool,” the man’s voice was hoarse, sounding very reliable. He was muscular, with a shotgun slung across his back.
“He’s always impulsive, Miles, no matter where he is,” the woman turned her head and gave Chen Ke a smile with a teasing intent.
This bald man is Miles?! Chen Ke looked at the bald man in surprise, trying hard to memorize his face.
“Laven, the deal is about to close; it seems nothing will go wrong this time,” Miles said in a low voice.
“That would be for the best. Those Holy Relics are worth a fortune. Pankia wouldn’t want any slip-ups,” Laven responded.
So, this woman that Chen Ke had killed was named Laven…
Chen Ke understood; he was now in a memory of Lin Mo, experiencing an event from his past…
“This Hainerd, I don’t trust him. He’s just a smuggler. I don’t like dealing with that sort of person,” Miles spoke.
Chen Ke’s eyes widened. This Hainerd had dealings with Si’s consortium so long ago…?
“What year, month, and date is it now?” Chen Ke suddenly asked.
“Huh? Why are you suddenly asking about that?” Laven’s voice sounded languid and somewhat mocking.
“April 12, 2007,” Miles replied straightforwardly, as if he were a man of direct action.
Chen Ke remained silent, observing the two of them. At this moment, as Lin Mo, he was still their comrade.
“Can I… can I just kill them now…?”
Miles looked particularly threatening, and this Laven would later be sent to kill him…
As Chen Ke thought this, his hand gripping the gun began to grow restless. He felt the pockets on his body and even found a switchblade…
He took a deep breath, suddenly raised his gun, and continuously pulled the trigger at the back of Miles’s head.
The .45 bullets were powerful, and six shots turned Miles’s head into a ball of bloody flesh, with brain tissue and pulp smeared on the ground as the sturdy body fell with a loud thud.
Before Laven could turn around in surprise, Chen Ke slammed his elbow under her chin, then pressed his forearm against her throat and pinned her against the wall.
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Chen Ke drew the switchblade with his left hand and thrust the blade into the exposed belly beneath her flashy cropped jacket. Then he viciously stirred and horizontally sliced it open, letting red entrails spill out from the incision. Laven’s eyes rolled back as her body sank down.
Chen Ke’s vision began to blur, his body was becoming uncontrollable, and a large notification appeared in front of him: Loss of Synchronization…
In a blink of an eye, Chen Ke was back in reality, seated in a clearing in the woods. The sky was already dimly lit; dawn had arrived…
Despite the brief instant in the memory, several hours had passed by in the outside world.
At this time, the life countdown showed a lifespan of 19 hours and 48 minutes.
