Chapter 476 - Chapter 476: Chapter 295 F*ck! Is He the Assassin, or Am I the Assassin? _2 (1/2)
Chapter 476: Chapter 295 F*ck! Is He the Assassin, or Am I the Assassin? _2
She witnessed a fight like those seen in movies.
Yet, the scene was even more intense, dangerous, deadly.
Guns!
She also spotted guns.
A cold gun barrel appeared, and in an instant, she thought she was dreaming, hallucinating, but the very next moment, she snapped back to reality!
This was a real gun!
All black and silver, not very conspicuous under the elevator light, it resembled a phantom; Croney was holding the grip, showing a bit of dark brown, and right above the trigger, at the front of the cold barrel, there was a large, black object attached, longer than the barrel itself.
She thought of a camera’s long-focus lens.
But she immediately discarded these guesses.
She was terrified!
But all she could do was shrink into a corner of the elevator, curled up, witnessing everything, even worrying whether she would be silenced.
Lin Chuan raised his fist and also got a clear view of the gun.
This was a new type of pistol.
— Kimber R7 Mako Tactical Edition Pistol.
A compact self-defense firearm, equipped with a threaded barrel, caliber 9×19mm, barrel length 86 mm, unloaded weight 686 grams, magazine capacity 15+1 rounds.
In the assassin community, it was cherished.
This type of 007-style automatic pistol, popular among assassins mainly because it could be fitted with a silencer, and officially adapts multiple types of silencers.
After all, assassins’ deeds can’t see the light of day.
They are hunters of the night.
The sound of the gun was like a clap of thunder in the night, revealing one’s position in a moment of eruption.
Even if the mission succeeded, the chance that the assassin would be encircled was incredibly high.
A pistol without a silencer was essentially like a death knell to an assassin.
“The preparation is really thorough.”
Lin Chuan inwardly admired, truly a professional and top-notch assassin.
Disguise, timing, silencing the firearm, superb fighting skills, and rich hunting experience.
If it weren’t for Lin Chuan having similar and yet more remarkable virtual experience, he might have indeed met his end at this man’s hands.
But then, who was the real King of Killers?
In an instant,
Almost in the blink of an eye,
Lin Chuan struck again.
His target, not Croney, but the gun.
A gun was ultimately too dangerous.
Lin Chuan was a cautious man; he liked to keep things under control.
This gun was an unstable factor.
Boom!
The confined space in the elevator was narrow.
A gust of wind caused by a punch made a chilling sound.
Croney only saw a fist from the right side bombing towards his face, and his right hand was unable to retract quickly.
But he wasn’t someone easy to deal with!
His left hand quickly formed a fist, attempting to counter Lin Chuan’s strike.
But a moment’s delay is a step’s delay.
Bang!
Lin Chuan’s fist solidly smashed onto his face.
Yes,
Smashed!
The force of the punch was beyond his expectation, like a hammer the size of a fist becoming a blazing wheel, finally smashing on his face.
It seemed his teeth loosened.
A rapid spread of a bloody taste filled his mouth, and his gums throbbed with sharp pain.
At the same time, stars appeared before his eyes.
He only felt a darkness come over his sight, feeling dizzy.
He violently shook his head, then shifted to the side, trying to move away from the corner to deny Lin Chuan another chance to attack.
Where would Lin Chuan let him do as he pleases?
Strike while the iron is hot!
Smack!
Lin Chuan made a palm strike like a blade, severely chopping on Croney’s wrist.
After two consecutive hits, his wrist couldn’t withstand the attack any longer.
His grip loosened.
The Kimber R7 Mako Tactical Edition Pistol effortlessly landed in Lin Chuan’s hand.
Croney, bearing the pain, tried to strike back and reclaim it.
But Lin Chuan was faster.
His right foot raised, fiercer than a tiger, abruptly kicking up.
The disparity between arm and leg strength.
Croney didn’t dare to meet Lin Chuan’s leg techniques head-on with his arms, which was nothing but self-sabotage.
Reluctantly, he had to retract and disengage, seeking another chance to strike.
At this moment, Croney already showed signs of defeat.
Simultaneously, Lin Chuan’s hands were busy.
A clicking sound echoed in the elevator, reaching Croney’s ears.
Lin Chuan’s actions were playing out before Croney’s eyes.
— He was disassembling the gun.
The magazine.
The silencer.
The barrel.
And more.
In a flash, the Kimber R7 Mako Tactical Edition Pistol was turned into a pile of parts, scattered inside the elevator.
Croney swallowed his saliva, watching Lin Chuan as though he were a monster.