This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 99 - 0: Hunting

Chapter 99 -099: Hunting

Chen Ke tossed the change of clothes in his hand into the trash can, with the Holy Relics diamond and the HEMA club membership card tucked in the inner pocket of his suit. His old clothes had nothing in them.

Then he pushed open the door and entered the audio store, where some customers were queuing up to pay with their disc cases in hand.

The store was playing soothing music, Taylor Swift’s “Love Story,” released in September 2008. Chen Ke hummed along with the rhythm as he approached the assassin.

In a corner at the very back, the assassin was pretending to sample the discs. Chen Ke took off the Gonggong clip-on earphones he was wearing and smiled at him.

“…”

The assassin was caught off guard and seemed to be at a loss, not expecting Chen Ke to discover him.

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But the assassin’s instincts still took over. A folding knife slid out from his right sleeve, flicking open its blade towards Chen Ke.

Chen Ke grabbed the assassin’s wrist and twisted it along the joint, forcing the assassin to stab the pick knife under his own armpit.

“Mmmhhmmm……” The assassin, in pain, stood on tiptoe, hissing through gritted teeth.

Holding the assassin’s wrist and upper arm, Chen Ke smiled and said, “Like this song? Listen, I bet it’ll win the Federal Gold Record of the Year.”

The assassin glared at Chen Ke without speaking, but Chen Ke could feel a continuous surge of murderous intent emerging.

“It’s a love story ~ Baby just say yes!” Chen Ke hummed along with the song.

“You’re digging your own grave,” the assassin hissed through the pain, coldly.

“Don’t like country folk songs? How about Black R&B? Or jazz?” Chen Ke asked with a sneer.

“You’re going to die a horrible death, Lin Mo. Not only that, but I will also desecrate your corpse, destroy every inch of your unblemished skin, and then chop you up to feed to the dogs,” the assassin growled darkly.

“Seems like you prefer electronic music,” Chen Ke said coldly, pulling the pick knife from under the assassin’s armpit and swiftly plunging it into his abdomen.

“Oh… ah…” The assassin let out a cold grunt.

Blood flowed down his sleeve and clothes, dropping onto the floor. Chen Ke dragged the assassin out of the audio store and once again blended into the crowd.

“Where are they?” Chen Ke asked suddenly.

“You think I would tell you?” The assassin was sweating profusely.

“Thank you,” Chen Ke said with a smile.

The assassin was taken aback, then realized what was happening and ground his teeth with hatred.

What Chen Ke really wanted to figure out was whether there were multiple people lying in ambush, and the assassin’s response clearly told him that there were.

He did not want to kill in the street, nor did he have the time to interrogate the entire assassin. According to his understanding, this kind of assassin, who appeared to be brainwashed, wouldn’t tell him anything.

The two moved into the alley between the malls, where Chen Ke removed the pick knife from the assassin’s abdomen and with a swift and precise stab, targeted his throat.

“Sizz…” The assassin held his throat, blood spurting between his fingers.

Chen Ke pushed the assassin into a pile of trash, watching him wriggle in the filth for several dozen seconds before he slowly stopped moving.

However, his lifespan continued to increase.

“Where’s the next one?” Chen Ke walked out of the alley and merged with the crowd again.

He checked his phone; it was nearly 8 o’clock, and it had gotten completely dark. Suddenly, a line of small text appeared in the lower left corner of Chen Ke’s eye, and it didn’t fade away slowly.

“Dark Concealment: 20%”

Chen Ke immediately understood that this was a stealth effect granted by the suit, making him less likely to be noticed in darker places.

In fact, this effect might seem trivial, but it’s not just literally what it appears to be.

Because no matter how dark it gets, enemies would still notice you when they get close.

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But the mutated effect of this suit was: The wearer, in dark environments, is more easily overlooked, and moving in a crouch produces no sound.

It is being overlooked!

Chen Ke tested this by crouching down as if to polish his shoes, and noticed another line of text appearing in the lower left corner of his vision.

“Silence.”

He pretended to change wiping feet and deliberately scraped the sole of his shoe on the ground, but he didn’t hear a sound!

“Awesome!” Chen Ke thought to himself.

The effects of Dark Concealment still needed to be tested, but squatting down and moving in silence was truly unstoppable.

This was indeed the perfect outfit for an assassin!

The streetlights on the side of the road had come on, with one particularly bright.

Chen Ke felt that the light source of the particularly bright streetlight seemed to be growing, as if the light was about to shoot toward him, while the other streetlights suddenly dimmed a lot. He thought of something and pretended to bend down to tie his shoelace.

Just as he bent down, he felt something brush against his hair, and the glass window to his left suddenly shattered.

There was a commotion among the pedestrians on the street, who crowded around the suddenly broken shop window, discussing. Chen Ke stood up and walked away as if nothing had happened, his eyes rapidly scanning his surroundings.

There was an assassin nearby who could kill with light.

It seemed that the Si’s consortium had sent a Spiritual Ability Killer with skills equal to his own to assassinate him.

However, Chen Ke had skills and Holy Relics! Therefore, the murderous intent of these assassins could only add 40 minutes to his lifespan every second.

He carefully observed the light sources on the street, guarding against a sneak attack from his opponent.

The light was not emitted by the assassin himself but gathered from the surrounding light and shot out, so as long as the surroundings darkened, there definitely would be a bright spot.

And such a move always had a casting distance; the assassin should not be far away.

“I see you.”

Chen Ke looked up and saw a person in a blue hoodie standing on the second floor of a mall, looking at him through a glass curtain wall.

Even though Chen Ke had spotted him, he still stood there, smiling and snapping his fingers at Chen Ke.

Chen Ke immediately looked around for shiny light sources. Suddenly, a flash of white light flashed above his head, and he instinctively took a sliding step forward, just as the spot where he had been standing turned black.

The man smiled smugly, continuing to snap his fingers at Chen Ke.

Killer’s trigger!

A red murderous aura burst out from Chen Ke, rushing towards the assassin.

Even across more than 20 meters and a glass barrier, the murderous intent still poured into the assassin’s brain. He was stunned, his hands pressed against the glass, gasping violently in shock and fear.

Chen Ke quickly ran into a phone booth on the street corner, pulled out a PPQ45, attached a silencer, placed the gun against his abdomen, and slightly covered it with his suit jacket, aiming at the assassin on the mall’s second floor and pulling the trigger four times in succession.

The noise on the street masked the sound of the gunshots, and four .45 ACP bullets shattered the mall glass, striking the assassin’s body, two hitting the chest and two in the abdomen.

Shattered glass fell into the street, causing a stir among the crowd, and the assassin was flung backward into the mall by the inertia of the bullets, letting out a shrill scream.

Without rescue within half an hour, he was as good as dead, good luck to him.

Chen Ke removed the silencer and tucked the gun back into the holster.

Two down.

How many more?

His lifespan was still increasing; this time, the consortium had invested heavily.

It seemed that Pankia took him quite seriously.

Chen Ke took advantage of the green light, blending into the crowd to cross the street. His gaze swept over the crowd and the surrounding buildings like a human radar, continuously searching.

“I see you.”

The seated silhouette of a red outline appeared in Chen Ke’s field of vision. The assassin was sitting inside a Burger King fast-food restaurant.

If the assassins could communicate with each other, then they should have known about the first assassin’s death by now.

“What tricks can you do?” Chen Ke wondered as he walked toward the Burger King restaurant, where the owner of the red silhouette was a woman dressed in a brown short-sleeved shirt and wearing a baseball cap.

Without a word, Chen Ke took a seat opposite her.