Special Forces Medic-Chapter 823 - 796: Little Ant, Where Are You?

The sound of footsteps crunching on gravel moved in a slow and persistent direction, with the person seemingly making no effort to conceal their position, leaving their body exposed in Xiao Lin's line of sight.

"I see you, little ant!" The man suddenly halted his steps, turning his back to Xiao Lin. "You killed Shuang Shuang! I like you; that bitch should have gone to Hell long ago. Come over, baby, come to me."

Repulsive words, unbearable laughter; Xiao Lin crouched expressionlessly behind a pile of bricks. Sometimes on the battlefield, language is the best weapon of attack; any tone and phrasing, if used appropriately, can easily breach the enemy's heart and break through defenses unexpectedly.

This man loved psychological warfare. Every word he spoke and every step he took was calculated and planned. With his back to Xiao Lin, the man stepped forward a few steps, picked up a brick, and held it in his hand. "Here I come, little ant."

Tossing a brick into the air, the man caught it mid-air and shattered it, then flung the fragments in Xiao Lin's direction. Every pebble landed just at his feet, indicating he had no intention of causing harm.

Xiao Lin picked up a fragment from the ground and walked out, tossing it as he stood before the man. "Not hiding anymore? Little ant! How disappointing." When he finally faced Xiao Lin, the man still betrayed a hint of surprise. Shuang Shuang had her neck snapped and bones protruding from the skin in one move—was such strength from someone who looked just twenty-something? Despite similar doubt, he stood more seasoned than Shuang Shuang, feigning a harmless expression.

"I'm the leader of the packing group here; were those people earlier your arrangement?" Now speaking normally, Xiao Lin nodded, no disguise could mask the scent of blood.

"Did you really kill Shuang Shuang?"

Xiao Lin nodded and asked coldly, "Where is Fourth Master?"

"Such looks and such an enticing voice." The man said, extending his tongue at Xiao Lin in a taunting gesture.

"Why did you kill Shuang Shuang inside? You killed my master's favorite person, leaving me no choice but to deal with you." The man seemed reluctant to act, appearing nothing but pretentious in Xiao Lin's eyes.

"Where is Fourth Master?"

"Fourth Master wanted me to tell you, time is running short."

"Hmm!" Less than a month, and the promised time to Mu Rongyun was fifteen days—truly not much left. "You take me to see Fourth Master now."

"No, no, no! Absolutely not."

"I already ruined one of his establishments; I don't mind destroying another."

"Haha! So you're the one who blew up that factory!" The man exclaimed with a tone of extreme excitement, though his eyes grew colder. "Fourth Master doesn't mind how many places you destroy—they're worthless compared to you."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The man deliberately approached Xiao Lin, excitement surrounding him like a dog sniffing intensely. "Your blood is valuable; what's different about it?" Greedy desire burned in his cold eyes. "I told Shuang Shuang not to approach you like that, but he wouldn't listen. Dead is dead, but I'm different from him—I like you. How about a trade?"

Seeing Xiao Lin remain silent, the man retreated a step back. Inside, he couldn't describe the person before him. Just now, he was only an inch away. One strike would have ended him, yet this person stood there, defenseless, allowing him to approach—a confidence he had never encountered, an undeniable presence.

"I'll tell you a secret, would you come with me? Don't worry, I just want your blood, nothing else."

Xiao Lin frowned, not because the other wanted his blood, but out of frustration at constantly facing such perverts—variously abnormal, from assassins to subordinates. Could this Fourth Master not have at least one normal person under him?

"I'm not interested in your secret."

"What a pity!" Negotiations broke down, and the man shrugged, changing expressions faster than flipping a book. This time he directly attacked Xiao Lin's vital point. "Don't think you're strong just because you killed Shuang Shuang with one move. Among us, he was the weakest, good brains don't mean strong limbs."

After easily passing by, Xiao Lin turned and kicked, hitting the man's shoulder and sending him flying onto the bricks.

"I like strength." Rubbing his shoulder, still numb and devoid of pain. "But it's still a pity."

From the bricks, he lunged directly at Xiao Lin, striking two palms at his lower body, forcing him into a corner. With one hand on the ground, he leaped, performing a spinning kick aimed at Xiao Lin's right.

Hmph! Retreating while dodging, the opponent's attacks were fierce and fast, purely offensive without defense. After evading the last kick, Xiao Lin aimed two fingers at the man's kneecap, pressing it until he collapsed forward. Immediately rolling aside, he propped himself on his now swollen knee, his eyes filled with bloodshot red.

"Tell me where Fourth Master is, and I'll spare you...

"Hmph, beat me, then we'll talk." Refusing to concede, the man scrambled up again, now holding a Glock, both hands firmly and stably raised.

Without hesitation, as he raised his gun, the bullet was already shot. Darting aside, Xiao Lin leaped to the right, rolling to the edge of the steps. Just as he tried to stand, two more bullets struck, causing him to duck and hide his head.

"Hahaha. Little ant, even your fleeing is a sight to behold!"

Hearing the sound of the clip being changed behind him, Xiao Lin's expression dimmed. He burst through a locked gate, a familiar scene before him. He picked up a powder from the table, took a sniff, and then tasted it with his tongue. Drugs!

"Ah, you discovered it!" The man followed in three quick steps, standing at the door, making no attempt to explain the interior furnishings.

"Hmm, no one should be left alive." The blade wrapped in his hand hovered at his fingertips.

The drugs were hidden in bricks and transported to other regions, concealed in kiln seals impervious to even the keenest sniffer dogs. A noteworthy method. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendations and monthlies. Your support is my greatest motivation.)