Chapter 2: The Failed Header

  Inside the door was a path leading inward, where a cool breeze kept blowing out from the end. Ding Xuan Cheng walked cautiously forward, his footsteps echoing not far away. A few steps later, a corner appeared in front of him.

  Ding Xuan Cheng poked his head out and took a glance, the black man was dragging the middle-aged man like a dead dog, leaving two shocking trails of blood on the ground.

  "Hurry up, we don't have much time left." The man said to the black man.

  "Don't worry, everything has been arranged. The interceptors and receivers are all on the way, they can arrive at any time. As long as the War Eagles don't come, the police! One comes, one dies." The black man laughed somewhat wickedly.

  "What smell..." The man wrinkled his brow and sniffed out a strange odor.

  "Ah...!" The black man kicked the middle-aged man into a corner with one foot. The middle-aged man was already scared out of his wits by the two men, and when he heard the black man say "the police will kill one person for every one who comes", he thought about his own fate and lost control of his bladder.

  "Don't kill him yet, we still need him to open the safe." The man glared at the black man.

  A transparent bulletproof glass wall separated the passageway and the vault, where several security guards were present. Suddenly, a man and a black person appeared, shocking the guards.

  "Who are you? This is the UBS vault district, outsiders are not allowed to enter." The security guard's expression was serious, his hand already gripping the gun holster at his waist, ready to respond to any sudden situation.

  "I'm here to send you to the Western Heaven." The black man's face was ferocious, and he pulled out a long gun from his black backpack.

  Bang, bang... Without saying a word, he aimed at the bulletproof glass wall and fired two shots. The bulletproof glass didn't budge, leaving the black man stunned. The hardness of the bulletproof glass exceeded his imagination, not even an anti-material sniper rifle could penetrate it.

  "Haha, this is the latest technology-made plastic steel bulletproof glass. Even if you use an anti-material sniper rifle, it's impossible to penetrate." The head of security sneered with a face full of mockery.

  "Looks like I underestimated you." With a hint of disdain on his lips, the black man put away the long gun in his backpack and pulled out a giant revolver-like firearm.

  "Handgun..." The head of security had some experience and immediately saw that the black man was holding a handgun, cold sweat dripping down his face, and he let out a terrified roar.

  Ding Xuan was shocked, at this moment he was hiding in the dark corner of the corridor. The black man's weapon was clearly visible to him, the anti-material sniper rifle just now and the handgun in the black man's hand were both the most advanced military equipment on each side. Who exactly are these two guys, how can they possess such weapons?

  Rumble...

  A deafening explosion shook the air, and the hand cannon lived up to its reputation with immense power. The transparent bulletproof glass wall shattered instantly.

  The security guards were shocked and hastily pulled out their guns. The man's movements were as fast as lightning, smooth and natural, accurate like a mechanical action.

  Rat-a-tat-tat... The fingers kept pressing the trigger, shooting wherever they pointed. The security guards fell into a pool of blood in an instant, and several didn't even have time to pull out their guns from their holsters.

  The black man strolled leisurely forward with a middle-aged person in tow, as if he had already known the outcome.

  Suddenly, a security guard darted out from the left door. He had been hiding in the room, knowing everything that was happening outside. His heart was filled with anger and urgency, knowing he couldn't take on the two men head-on. So he chose to hide and then launch a sneak attack when they least expected it.

  The black man's eyes were wide open like bronze bells, his huge palms accurately grasped the opponent's wrist, lifted up, and with a loud bang, the security guard fired his gun at the ceiling. At the same time, the black man's left hand gathered into a fist as big as a sand pot, getting bigger and bigger in front of the security guard's eyes, and with one punch, the security guard's nasal bridge collapsed, and blood flowed freely from his face.

  A mournful howl issued from the security guard's mouth, shrill and eerie like a malevolent spirit.

  The black man didn't give his opponent any chance, his iron fist slammed down, and in the blink of an eye, he threw out five punches. The security guard's face collapsed, and blood gushed out from his eyes, ears, nose, and throat like a faucet that had been turned on.

  "Sneak up on me, huh." The security guard's voice had barely faded away when the black man casually tossed the already badly beaten guard aside.

  The black man's methods were brutal and heinous, obviously favoring cold weapons, seemingly with some psychological issues, enjoying watching people struggle to the death. Ding Xuan Cheng made an evaluation of the black man in his mind, while the flames of war burned within him, revealing his innate love for challenge, until this moment, he didn't have any intention of retreating.

  In the darkness, Ding Xuan raised his spear. On the path's blind corner, even if someone was standing opposite, they couldn't see that a person was standing in the darkness.

  The black man did not know that at this moment death was silently and stealthily approaching in the darkness.

  The muzzle wobbled up and down, Ding Xuan Cheng was choosing where to shoot. There were two positions that could kill someone with one shot: one was a headshot, the other was the heart. The black man's body was robust, and in reality, shooting at the heart was more difficult than shooting at the head, as the brain was obviously larger than the heart. Gritting his teeth, two words emerged in Ding Xuan Cheng's mind: Headshot...

  Hold your breath, arms naturally straighten and tense up to counteract the massive recoil of the Desert Eagle.

  Bang...

  Suddenly opening his eyes, Ding Xuan Cheng fired the first shot of his life.

  After the gunshot, the first to react was the man. At the same time that the gun in Ding Xuan's hand spat out a tongue of flame, the man made a series of movements, judging his opponent's position, taking aim, and firing.

  Ding Xuan Cheng hadn't even had time to determine if he hit the black man when he sensed the man's movement, and rolled on the spot, leaning against a protruding stone pillar by the wall, narrowly escaping disaster.

  It's a lie to say that I'm not nervous, the scene is explosive and very stimulating, and at the same time it tests Ding Xuan's psychological endurance. At this moment, his heart beats like gunfire, intense and rapid.

  The room was as silent as death, and even the middle-aged man who had been panting heavily earlier was breathing much more lightly, as if he was afraid that his heavy breathing would hasten the arrival of gunfire.

  He tilted his head slightly, quietly stretching out a bit to observe the man's position.

  Bang…… Without any warning, the man fired his gun. He already knew where Ding Xuan was hiding, but Ding Xuan had no idea where his opponent was. The man showed the quality of a top-notch shooter: calm and almost ruthless, hiding in the shadows, quietly waiting for his opponent to make a mistake.

  The bullet grazed his scalp and flew by, a feeling of being on the line between life and death that made Ding Xuan almost suffocate.

  He withdrew his head, Ding Xuan Cheng closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down as much as possible. Only in a calm state of mind could he be more accurate.

  The sound came closer, as if someone was approaching, moving very slowly. Ding Xuan Cheng opened his eyes, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. The man had turned the tables on him.

  Facing the opponent's exquisite marksmanship, Ding Xuan did not dare to stick his head out carelessly, because at any time he might be blown away by the opponent's gunshot. He could only rely on the constantly approaching sound to judge the opponent's specific location.

  Ten meters, five meters, three meters, at the critical moment you die and I live, no other choice, grasping the timing, Ding Xuan Cheng rolled on the ground and rushed out.

  His finger tightened on the trigger, but he didn't see what he had been expecting. Instead, a bundle of clothes wrapped around several objects was pulled by a rope.

  Judgment error is costly, the gun rang out, and the man scurried out from an unexpected position of Ding Xuan, raising his hand was a shot.

  Ding Xuan's body suddenly stopped in its tracks, revealing his super strong physical quality at the critical moment.

  The man's shot gave him some advance quantity, he didn't expect Ding Xuan to have such ability, and suddenly stopped the momentum of the front charge. Even so, Ding Xuan's arm was still hit by the bullet.

  Bang bang bang......

  Ding Xuan Cheng found an opportunity and fired three shots in a row, covering himself as he retreated to a safe location.

  A scorching sensation spread from his arm, blood gushing out, but Ding Xuan didn't have time to tend to the wound, for he could be dead at any moment.

  After a round of confrontation, both of them knew each other's position. Ding Xuan Cheng, who was crouching at the root of the wall, fired several shots in the direction where the man was hiding, using the firepower to cover himself as he rushed into the room where the man was, and found a stone pillar to shield his body.

  The man counterattacked, and Ding Xuan made a false move with his spear, flashing out from the left side to open fire, and then flashed out from the right side.

  The bullet hit the stone wall of the man's hiding place, powder splashed everywhere, and for a moment the man was suppressed.

  Although he had gained the upper hand, Ding Xuan was not happy at all, because there was only one bullet left in his gun.

  "Haha, out of bullets, huh?" The man's arrogant laughter echoed through the room. It turned out that the man had just pretended to retreat in order to lure him into firing, and Ding Xuan's Desert Eagle was a pick-up, with no spare magazines except for the one inside the gun. The man knew this point and deliberately led Ding Xuan to waste his ammo.

  "There's still one bullet left, and it's going to take your life." Ding Xuan said unwillingly.

  "Is it?" The man's disdainful laughter came over.

  Bang bang bang...... The man recklessly fired at Ding Xuan's hiding place, as if to show off his sufficient back.

  Ding Xuan Cheng gritted his teeth, thinking to himself that he had no choice but to fight on. His body hadn't even fully emerged from behind the stone pillar when a silver dagger suddenly appeared from the opposite direction and pressed against his neck. The person who had attacked him was none other than the black man Ding Xuan Cheng had mistakenly believed he had killed earlier. Perhaps no one would have thought that the future mercenary king Ding Xuan Cheng's mercenary career began with a failed assassination attempt.

  Sneering at Ding Xuan Cheng, the black man removed his gun and bound his hands behind him with plastic tape.

  "How dare you ambush me, let's see how I'll take care of you." The black man's dagger was swaying in front of Ding Xuan's chest.

  "Hold it right there, Black Panther." The man's voice appeared at the black man's ear.

  Ding Xuan glanced at the black man and found out that this guy was called Black Panther. You won't kill me, I'll eventually kill you.

  "Why?" The black leopard walked in front of the man, very puzzled.

  "This guy has the potential to be an excellent shooter, Blood Skull urgently needs some fresh blood. Recently, we have lost too many men in the battle with the mercenary organization. Without new blood joining us, we will be defeated sooner or later." The man said.

  He kicked a foot at the table that had fallen in the room.

  "We'll continue, if all else fails, we'll get rid of this little guy." The man patted the black leopard's shoulder.

  Turning left along the corridor, the four of them came to a door. The middle-aged man had no choice but to take out the key and open the door. Several people entered a spacious room, and a giant safe appeared before their eyes.

  "Open the safe, no tricks." The man pressed his gun against the middle-aged man's forehead.

  The middle-aged man's legs went soft, and he almost crawled to the edge of the safe, pressed the red button on the safe door, and a small screen appeared at a position about one person high in the middle of the gate.

  "Verifying identity..." A flat, emotionless electronic voice echoed through the room. The middle-aged man pressed his thumb onto the screen.

  "Authentication successful, enter password." The electronic voice sounded again.

  A middle-aged man entered a string of passwords, and on the edge of the screen, another thing similar to a cat's eye on an anti-theft door popped up. The middle-aged man moved his eyes closer, and a beam of light swept across his eyeballs.

  "Password correct, startup successful."

  Accompanied by an electronic voice, the safe door slowly opened.

  The black panther answered a phone call on the side, and the man looked at him with inquiring eyes.

  "1415." The black leopard hung up the phone and gave out four numbers.