Special Forces Medic-Chapter 672 - 635: North District Police Station Chief
A simple move, an easily countered technique, yet Ghost leapt back a big step, gripping the Mother-Son blades with both hands. A bead of sweat dripped from his smooth forehead onto his exposed shoulder. He saw clearly how Xiao Lin treated the child whose throat he had slashed.
He had deliberately not cut the child's throat too deeply because he knew that while such a wound might not kill instantly, it was impossible to heal. The varying depth of the cut posed a challenge even with the best stitching resources, let alone here where there was nothing.
But he was facing a Military Doctor, that legendary man akin to a god. If he wanted to save someone, there was always a slim chance, no matter the difficulty.
Originally, he hadn't believed it. But upon seeing him use only his weapon to sew up a ten-centimeter wound, he felt fear! This wasn't the fear of an opponent, but the fear of becoming this man's enemy.
"Fear! It comes from within. Ghost, I'm unfortunate to tell you, you've touched something important to me, and you must pay the same price." Xiao Lin smiled wickedly, his raised mouth corner had an indescribable sinister air. "You've chosen the wrong master. I can destroy once, and I can do it many times."
"You think I'm afraid of you?" The man stretched out a leg and lowered his body, leaning forward, palms pressed against the ground. He shifted his body left and right like a reptile, his bulging muscles revealing his strong physique.
Xiao Lin gave a cold snort, standing still. His eyes locked on the double blades in his hands, and as his palms slapped the ground to spring up, he stepped back with one step, his left foot planting firmly, turning sideways.
As Ghost sprang up, he charged towards Xiao Lin but didn't head directly his way. Suspended in mid-air, he stabilized himself for just a few seconds, his movement cutting a horizontal line that turned into a vertical one, his legs bending into hooks, his open arms swooping down from above Xiao Lin's head.
Xiao Lin dared not be careless. The seemingly simple posture concealed an unfathomable change. His left hand gathered strength, swinging towards Ghost's yet to settle form. The latter seemed to have grasped his moves, using the power of Xiao Lin's push to lightly float forward, landing to one side.
"Chinese kung fu!" Light sparked with excitement in Ghost's eyes. Reversing his grip on the double blades, he discarded all flashy moves, striking straight for Xiao Lin's face.
The whispering sound between the Mother-Son blades in the airflow was like a baby's cries. These were excellent weapons, thought Xiao Lin, and Ghost's strange rolling movements on the ground were faster each time, with each strike aimed at Xiao's left side.
Xiao Lin was a left-hander, something no one knew. He operated with his right hand having more synergy than with his left. But Ghost had seen through this in just one meeting. That's why he kept attacking Xiao Lin's left, trying to force him to make a move.
"Are you sure you want me to use my left hand?" Xiao Lin asked helplessly, usually not accustomed to using this hand, as his right was sufficient. "If you don't want to die by my hand, you better give it your all."
"Ah!" Xiao Lin smiled silently. Overconfidence is what makes a person annoying. Ghost had his arrogant parts, but still......
Right hand struck at his left arm, simultaneously, left hand grazed down his left abdomen, a cold wind flowed beneath him, Ghost looked down, his belt was already half sliced, fabric lying at his feet. He stared wide-eyed, somewhat disbelievingly at Xiao Lin.
"This is a warning, next time, it will draw blood." Saying this, he lifted his left hand, spreading his fingers wide, no sharp weapon, no legendary Divine Needle, only fingertips.
Ghost burst out a roar, clapping his double blades together at the tail, turning them into a two-headed blade, a longer cold weapon, not good for close combat with Xiao Lin.
The whistling wind came atop his head. No matter whether he sprang up or leapt down, Ghost could capture his instant movements, and the double-headed blade in his hand would slice between him and his opponent, preventing Xiao Lin from approaching, restraining his actions.
The clothes sliced away hung on, lifting his brow. Xiao Lin was not the most formidable assassin he had met, but the most cunning. Battling someone like this wouldn't lead to defeat but would drain energy. He braced his hands on his knees, raising his right hand to wipe away sweat under his chin. Standing opposite, Ghost panted. It was a battle of attrition, both staring at each other, who would have the last chance?
Ghost was not sure, as Xiao Lin had not yet used any weapon, while he had revealed his final trump card between the two. He was unsure whether he could still defeat the man before him, and even the early perceived weakness of Xiao Lin's softness now seemed invincible.
After treating the child, he hadn't given him a glance, time was eroding, something in the child was being consumed, yet he could stand calmly in front of him.
He could drag it out, but he couldn't afford to.
Xiao Lin straightened up, pulling off his clothes. The seemingly frail man was full of strength; his well-proportioned physique earned Ghost's silent praise and admiration.
Xiao Lin sighed to himself, drawing his short blade from his waist, accustomed to holding it in reverse.
"Come on!" Xiao Lin waved at 'Ghost,' the short blade in his left hand, stepping forward with his right foot. His provocative expression made 'Ghost' roar again, increasing not just the speed of his weapon but also the momentum of his attack as if it were the final blow.
A grave expression settled on Xiao Lin's face. One strike, just the result of one strike. He moved with 'Ghost's' speed, searching for a point to penetrate. You could say 'Ghost's' defense was impeccable, the twin blades effectively shielding him, with far less possibility of an attack from above than from below.
Thinking of this, Xiao Lin took a step down, breaking through the wooden board used as a bed, which created a hole that he fell into. 'Ghost' didn't expect Xiao Lin to dig his own pit, and this unexpected move slowed his attack by a few seconds, during which Xiao Lin made his move.
He rolled over against the ground, both feet stuck in the hole, his back pressed to the floor, as 'Ghost' passed over his head. His left hand came up, and the short blade brushed past his knee.
With a bang, the person fell to the ground; the severed vein could no longer support 'Ghost's' massive body. Xiao Lin hadn't wanted to kill him, thinking of preserving life for those with ability, as acquiring such skills is not a simple process. Out of respect, he wanted to spare his life, yet life is unpredictable. The more he wanted to preserve it, the more it slipped away.
'Ghost' didn't die by Xiao Lin's hand directly but was indirectly killed by him. However, the truly fatal blow was his own blade, the mother blade, which pierced his neck, entering from the front and exiting from the back.
His wide eyes had lost their luster, the black pupils void of shine, but the silver pupil gleamed like a twinkling star. Some said this silver pupil was fake, yet Xiao Lin closed his eyelids with his hand, not caring about its authenticity, just believing from a medical standpoint that it was natural.
'Ghost' died swiftly, without pain, without a cry; when the mother blade entered, he had already lost the chance to breathe. Dying by his own weapon was a kind of irony. Xiao Lin informed those outside to come and retrieve the body, then walked up to the child and picked him up.
The director seemed unaware of what had just happened inside, still trying hard to open the door.
Xiao Lin held the child as he pushed the door towards her. "What's going on, what's happened?" The director was nearly knocked down by the door and fell to the ground in shock upon seeing the wound on the child's neck.
She ran an unlicensed private kindergarten, and such an incident meant not only the loss of future income but also facing criminal charges. Contemplating such consequences, she had completely lost the courage to stand.
"It's fine!" Xiao Lin told the director. "There are people who will handle the body inside; you don't need to worry."
Because of the director's good intentions and hard work, Xiao Lin vouched for her, but the latter was clearly too scared.
Carrying the child outside, Xiao Lin wondered why no one had come in yet, and the answer was given as he stood at the doorway: a group of armed and shielded police officers held him in a defensive stance, as if he was now considered a terrorist.
"Put the child down, raise your hands above your head and stand against the wall. You are surrounded." Xiao Lin glanced past the officers at a police car far away where a uniformed officer was proclaiming his crimes through a loudspeaker.
Xiao Lin held the child as he descended the steps, as the officers stepped back before him.
"Repeating, put the child down, you are surrounded, do not make any struggle." The loudspeaker echoed a warning.
Xiao Lin surveyed the environment, seeing that the children and teachers playing in the yard had been moved to safety, while his men gestured from the sidelines, signaling him to wait.
Xiao Lin sighed in resignation. "Bring your chief here," he told a nearby officer. "And find me surgical suturing tools; this child needs wound treatment."
"Stop, don't come closer!" The person holding the loudspeaker saw Xiao Lin showing no sign of surrender and instead closing in with the child, becoming more anxious.
"Who are you?" Xiao Lin, carrying the child, approached the person with the loudspeaker. "Are you the one in charge here? Get me those surgical tools prepared, delay and you won't be able to bear the responsibility."
"Grab this robber!" The officer immediately ordered as Xiao Lin handed over the child.
Controlled by the officers, Xiao Lin chuckled coldly. "Tell me your name."
"North District Police Station Chief, Han Fei."(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
