Special Forces Medic-Chapter 749 - 716 Simulation

In the dimly lit room, the fallen commander tried to crawl up from the ground, but all he saw was darkness and a piercing pain at the back of his head. A metal piece embedded in his palm pierced into his flesh—he had been attacked.

The alarm in his mind couldn't warn him in time, and the decision was made in just a second. As he got up, his fingers forcefully pulled out the metal shard from the flesh, flinging it toward a corner.

He didn't know if it was necessary, but intuition told him that it would be useful.

The person standing behind him seemed to be waiting to strike him once more after he got up, and with that blow, the commander never got up again.

The body, measuring 1.78 meters, sprawled on the ground, occupying a large area and leaving no space for another person to enter. The attacker dragged him out and onto a vehicle, then re-entered the hardware store, searching around with a flashlight.

The materials knocked over and scattered on the ground could linger in the place where the commander stayed for a while, but after seemingly not finding what he wanted, he hurriedly got into the car and left.

"Should we pursue?" A voice echoed in the darkness, as if asking without the intent to act.

Rustling sounded out, and another figure gracefully entered the hardware store. In truth, he found the other's question a bit redundant. Pursuit was necessary—but not by them, but someone else.

"Alright, I asked the wrong question." A face more beautiful than a woman's emerged from the darkness. Hua Qingyi hadn't returned to the city center; he had never left the North District and had stayed in the hotel opposite the hardware store.

There were other passages in the hardware store, something Xiao Lin knew long ago. So when the girl closed the door, he had already leaped off the roof. Not to chase someone but to create the false appearance of pursuit. The girl indeed left through the back door, but she was not the key.

Xiao Lin closed his eyes; no one knew the commander's actions inside the hardware store. He simulated in his mind the consequences driven by his personality. If he were the commander, what would he do first? 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Long fingers brushed against the shelves, illuminating with the cellphone's light. The hint of a rope began with a loop; he'd confirm repeatedly. However, abstract understanding is individual imagination. The commander would interpret the rope as a loop because it's the most direct; the ledger wouldn't exceed imagination's bounds—paper, cover, numbers.

On the dust-covered ground leaning against the counter was a semicircular mark, footprints extending front and back toward the opposite side, while those falling to the right expanded outward, losing their original form. At the semicircle's edge was a handprint, fingers curved, with forceful marks at the fingertips.

"Check the left side!" Xiao Lin crouched on the ground, carefully examining messy marks. Hua Qingyi had already jumped past him toward the left shelves to start searching there. Boxes and electrodes knocked over lay scattered everywhere and the filled shelves now had an empty section.

The commander must have found something before getting up and moving left, only to be attacked then. He fell to the ground, hitting his right shoulder against the shelf, then sliding down. What would he have done had he already gotten what he wanted?

A scene surfaced in Xiao Lin's mind again.

The commander had no strong background; at most, he learned Sanda in school. But with such a physique, the ideal strike area would be the head if the ear received a blow. When his right shoulder hit the shelf due to inertia, then the head was impacted and he fell to the ground, it wouldn't dislodge items from the shelves—this defies inertia.

Another possibility: the commander had obtained what he wanted. Before the attack, he sensed it, deliberately knocking items off the shelf to cause confusion. The opponent struck once, effectively knocking him down. Xiao Lin walked to the front of the shelf, shining a light around the base, and a drop of red brought his attention.

"The item is still here; find the stained with blood." Xiao Lin hurriedly lay on the ground, reaching out towards the pushed marks—a result of the commander's last finger movement in the same direction. He reached out beneath the shelf to search, but all he fetched was dust and some trash.

In chaos, no one knew where the item might drop. The thing the commander found should be small, something that could be grasped with one hand—but what exactly?

"Bro!" Hua Qingyi half-kneeled nearby, half a step away from Xiao Lin. The light was dimmer here, but the phone's residual glow reflected a small flash. Keen-eyed Hua Qingyi noticed the flash. "Is it this?" He picked up the metal shard, uncertainly asked Xiao Lin. "It has blood on it, but why would the commander take this?"

A mere metal chip, lying there like a fragment with no use. Xiao Lin held it; the item the commander found was indeed this. He must have had his judgment over its importance. "Let's take it back first." Not agreeing with the commander's judgment, but he believed it was important.

"Alright, I'll take it back for Dragon Soul to handle."

"No way!" Xiao Lin decisively refused, his solemn face showing distrust.

"If it's a useful chip, it'll need corresponding devices for conversion; we don't have that. Besides, Hong..." Hua Qingyi spoke in haste, realizing his words slipped out. "I know, I'll find another way to figure out the chip and wait for my message."

"Shaoqing returned!" Xiao Lin looked up to see a silhouette on a high spot. "Be safe." With that, he quickly went in the direction of the silhouette.

"You be careful too." Hua Qingyi murmured while watching two silhouettes pass by in front of him. Worry was useless; Xiao Lin's rare words and silence served as a warning. If he could speak, maybe he'd know what Xiao Lin was thinking. Now, aside from necessary topics, Xiao Lin seldomly spoke—he couldn't see the yearning for Xia Xue. He wanted to express it but ended up staying silent.

Shaoqing stopped near a residence, signaling with two bent fingers to Xiao Lin, then pointing left front with two parallel fingers. Xiao Lin nodded; thereafter, Shaoqing became irrelevant. He was the one who must remain hidden, the only person arranged outside.

"Take this!" Shaoqing handed Xiao Lin a gun.

"It's not suitable for me!" Giving him a gun meant the opponent had weapons. Over firearms, he preferred cold weapons, convenient and reliable.

The residence ahead was inconspicuous, seated on the North District Slum's outskirts, like an independent structure. Its outer wall directly connected to slum's low houses, making it appear eerie at night. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to recommend or vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)