fictionpage Chapter 51 The Final Battle, The Lone Wolf's Judgment
Chapter 51 The Final Battle, The Lone Wolf's Judgment
Warehouse No. 3 of Dafeng Factory, northern suburbs of Jingzhou.
The torrential rain seemed to be washing away all the sins of the city.
The gale, carrying raindrops, lashed wildly against the warehouse's rusty tin roof, creating a deafening roar like thousands of war drums beating. The loud crackling sound separated the inside and outside of the warehouse into two separate worlds.
This once-glorious garment factory's finished goods warehouse now resembles a dead steel behemoth, the air thick with the musty smell of old fabrics mixed with the stench of machine oil and rust, making one want to vomit.
Zhao Ruilong stood in the open space in the center of the warehouse, his leather shoes sinking into the puddles, the cold dampness rising from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
But he couldn't feel cold; he only felt intense heat. A heat that bordered on madness.
"Click."
He abruptly pulled the slide of the golden Desert Eagle in his hand. The gun was heavy, with a large caliber, and was his favorite collectible in his circle abroad, representing absolute violence and power. Normally, holding it gave Zhao Ruilong a thrill of controlling life and death, but today, the cold metallic touch couldn't stop the cold sweat from running down his palms.
Sixteen heavily armed men stood scattered around him.
These men were not ordinary bodyguards, nor even the kind of thugs with machetes you'd find in China. They wore matching tactical vests, their eyes were murky and fierce; they were demons who had crawled out of piles of corpses from the Golden Triangle jungle for years—elite assassins under the command of the drug lord "Scorpion."
The safety on their AK-47s was already off, and the muzzles rose and fell slightly with their breaths, firmly locking onto the only large iron door leading into the warehouse.
The air was so thick it felt like it could drip water.
"You all better pull yourselves together!"
Zhao Ruilong roared, his voice echoing in the empty warehouse, trembling slightly. He abruptly ripped open his shirt collar, his eyes bloodshot and bulging like those of a gambler who had lost everything.
"That guy surnamed Qi will be here soon! Remember, don't waste words with him! As soon as you see him, open fire!"
Zhao Ruilong brandished his golden pistol, spitting as he spoke, his expression maniacal: "Don't worry about him being alive or dead! Whoever can make the first hole in him, I'll give them a million dollars! US dollars! If they can blow his head off, I'll give them two million!"
"Click, click."
A hefty reward always attracts brave men. The mercenaries, who had previously appeared numb, suddenly had a greedy green glint in their eyes. It was the instinctive reaction of a wild beast smelling blood. Even these outlaws had never seen so much money in their lives.
The scarred man at the head licked his lips and quietly placed his finger on the trigger. The previously loose formation instantly tightened, forming a perfect crossfire network.
As Zhao Ruilong watched this scene, a cruel and twisted smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Qi Tongwei, aren't you supposed to be a good fighter? Aren't you a "lone wolf"?
I'll see today whether your bones are harder or my bullets are harder! This is Handong, the territory of the Zhao family. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he would have to kneel and die before me!
Time passed by, second by second.
The thunder outside grew louder and louder, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting open.
Zhao Ruilong kept checking his watch; each tick of the second hand felt like it was cutting into his nerves.
Why aren't they here yet?
Is he too scared to come?
Just as Zhao Ruilong was becoming increasingly suspicious and his patience was about to run out—
"Squeak—"
A piercing metallic scraping sound abruptly tore through the roar of the rainy night.
The heavy, rusty iron gate was slowly pushed open a crack, much to the astonishment of everyone's narrowed eyes.
The wind and rain poured in instantly.
A black figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.
There were no sirens, no shouts, and no encirclement by a massive army.
There was only one person.
Qi Tongwei, dressed in a black tactical jacket, stood quietly at the boundary between the rain and the lamplight, holding a large, pure black umbrella. Rainwater gathered along the umbrella ribs, dripping and splashing at his feet.
He stood ramrod straight, like a javelin planted between heaven and earth.
The overwhelming sense of oppression made the temperature in the warehouse seem to drop ten degrees instantly.
This is not a place to die.
This is the damn King of Hell who's come to claim my life!
"They're here!"
Zhao Ruilong's heart clenched, followed by a surge of extreme rage. He abruptly raised the heavy Desert Eagle, gripping it with both hands, the muzzle trembling as he pointed it at the dark figure.
"Beat him! Beat him to death!!!"
This roar almost used up all his strength.
However, just a moment before the mercenaries were about to pull the trigger—
A sudden change has occurred!
Standing at the door, Qi Tongwei suddenly made an extremely incongruous gesture.
He let go.
The large black umbrella lost its support and was swept away by the gale, tumbling forward like a giant black bat, obscuring everyone's view.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Gunshots rang out, and the umbrella was instantly riddled with bullets, with black fabric fragments flying everywhere.
But behind that tattered umbrella fabric—
no one!
empty!
"Where is he?!" The scarred mercenary was shocked; his years of combat instincts made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
The next second, a black afterimage, like a ghost tearing through the night, slid into the warehouse at a speed that completely defied the laws of physics!
At that moment, Qi Tongwei's world changed.
Om-!
The system interface, visible only to him, was flashing wildly on his retina, with a stream of dark blue data crashing across the screen like a waterfall.
[System notification: Host has entered a high-risk combat state!]
[Full Skill Unlocked: Master-Level Fighting Technique (Max)!]
[Passive Activation: Eagle Vision (Dynamic Capture Enabled)!]
[Psychological Game: Understanding Human Hearts (Hunting Intent Sensing Activated)!]
The world seemed to slow down instantly in his eyes.
The trajectories of the flying bullets, the mercenaries' terrified pupils, and even the dust floating in the air became clearly visible.
All enemies are covered with a faint red thermal imaging outline, and their vital weaknesses, such as the heart, throat, and major arteries, are thoughtfully marked with a bright red "X" by the system.
This is a dimensional reduction attack.
The moment Qi Tongwei rushed into the warehouse, he suddenly raised his right hand.
That unassuming domestically produced Type 92 pistol seemed to come alive in his hands.
"Bang!"
The first shot rang out.
It wasn't murder.
The bullet precisely pierced the corner of the warehouse ceiling, shattering the long-aged and exposed main power junction box.
"Sizzle—Boom!"
A dazzling burst of electricity exploded, and then all the lights in the entire warehouse went out at the same time.
Darkness descended in an instant.
Absolute darkness, so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face.
"Ah! My eyes!"
"What's going on?! The power's out?!"
"Don't move! Those with night vision goggles, put them on now!"
The once-aggressive mercenary group instantly descended into chaos. Humanity's primal fear of the dark was amplified to an unprecedented degree. Despite their elite status, they were thrown into disarray by this sudden turn of events.
"Don't panic! Turn on the lights! Turn on your phone! Use a flashlight!" Zhao Ruilong shouted in terror, his voice trembling with fear, "Where is he? Where is he?!"
No one answered him.
Because Death has already started calling roll.
In Qi Tongwei's "eagle-eye vision," this darkness simply did not exist. The entire warehouse was as bright as day, even clearer than daytime.
He was like an elegant black panther, silently weaving through the gaps in the chaotic crowd.
There is no need to fire a shot.
Gunshots would reveal your location; that's something only low-level hunters do.
Qi Tongwei darted behind the nearest mercenary, who was blindly firing his AK around.
Qi Tongwei remained expressionless, his right hand forming a palm-blade shape, swiftly slicing into the opponent's vagus nerve.
"Click."
A very slight, crisp sound.
The burly man didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.
Solve one.
Qi Tongwei shifted his foot, his figure gliding like a ghost to the left. There, two gunmen stood back to back, panting heavily with tension.
"call……"
Qi Tongwei stepped between the two men, reaching out with both hands simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, precisely grabbing their throats.
Force is generated through the finger bones.
A terrifying grip, like that of pliers, erupted instantly.
"Crunch..."
The sound of cracking throat bones was drowned out by the rain. The two men clutched their throats, collapsed to their knees in agony, and could only manage a series of muffled "heh-heh" sounds like broken bellows before falling silent a few seconds later.
This is what makes the Grandmaster-level fighting technique so terrifying.
The killing technique is not fancy, only efficient.
In the darkness, fear spread wildly.
"Ah Hu? Say something!"
"Damn it! Where are they? Third brother's gone too!"
"He's behind me! No! He's on my left! Ah—!"
The screams rose and fell, only to abruptly cease.
Every scream represents the taking of a life.
The remaining mercenaries completely broke down. This feeling of not being able to see the enemy and only waiting for death to come was more torturous than being shot.
"Come out! You come out here right now!"
"Da da da da da!"
Someone couldn't take it anymore and frantically pulled the trigger. The gun's muzzle flashed in the darkness like will-o'-the-wisps.
But instead of hitting Qi Tongwei, this made him the perfect target.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Qi Tongwei finally fired the shot.
He raised his hand while moving at high speed and fired three shots with his Type 92 pistol.
It has a very strong rhythm, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper.
The three gunmen in exposed positions were shot between the eyebrows and fell straight backward, their fingers still tightly gripping the trigger. The bullets hit the ceiling, sending sparks flying.
Two minutes.
Only two minutes had passed.
The once bustling and noisy warehouse has returned to deathly silence.
Aside from the sound of rain outside, all that could be heard was Zhao Ruilong's heavy, labored breathing, like that of a bellows.
He hid behind a huge, abandoned textile machine, curled up in a ball, his hands covering his head, trembling like a quail.
That golden Desert Eagle is long gone.
At this moment, where was the slightest bit of the "Crown Prince of Handong" prestige he once possessed? A warm, damp sensation came from his crotch, and the smell of urine filled the air.
Gone.
It's all gone.
Those experts hired at great expense, those ruthless killers, were as fragile as paper in front of this man.
This is not a fight at all.
This is a one-sided massacre! It's absolute oppression from the top of the food chain!
"Tap, tap, tap..."
A series of unhurried footsteps echoed in the darkness.
Every step felt like stepping into a puddle, and also like stepping on Zhao Ruilong's heart, which was about to explode.
The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping in front of the spinning machine.
Zhao Ruilong kept his eyes tightly shut, biting his lips until they bled.
"Young Master Zhao."
A cold voice came from above, without anger or sarcasm, as calm as reading a verdict.
"I think we should talk about the issue of decency."
"ah--!!!"
Zhao Ruilong's mental defenses completely collapsed, and he let out a piercing scream. He crawled out from behind the machine, his face covered in snot and tears, looking as pathetic as a broken-backed dog.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Director Qi! Grandpa Qi!"
He knelt in the dirty puddles, kowtowing desperately, his forehead slamming against the concrete floor with a loud thud.
"I was wrong! I was so wrong! I have money! I have five hundred million US dollars in a Swiss bank! I'll give it all to you! The password is..."
Qi Tongwei looked down at him.
By the flash of lightning outside the window, Zhao Ruilong could see the face clearly.
Cold and indifferent.
Those eyes held no trace of human emotion, only a profound understanding of the world's vicissitudes and an extreme aversion to evil.
"money?"
Qi Tongwei's lips curled into a very faint smile, his eyes looking as if he were looking at a pitiful ant.
"Zhao Ruilong, don't you understand yet?"
"There are some things in this world that money can't buy."
"For example, dignity, for example... justice."
Before he finished speaking, Qi Tongwei raised his hand without any hesitation and lowered the gun barrel.
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Zhao Ruilong's right knee.
"No—! Don't—!"
Zhao Ruilong's pupils contracted violently, and he let out a desperate roar.
"Bang!"
A burst of flame shot from the muzzle of the gun.
The bullet shattered the kneecap instantly, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Zhao Ruilong clutched his legs and rolled wildly on the ground, his screams as shrill as a pig being slaughtered, carrying far into the rainy night.
Qi Tongwei watched this scene expressionlessly, his heart unmoved.
I even felt a little amused.
You can't even handle this?
In your past life, how much pain did those ordinary people, whose families were destroyed by you, and those anti-drug police officers, who were brutally murdered by drug traffickers you colluded with on the border, suffer?
Your little bit of pain is nothing.
【Ding! 】
[Host detected to have completed core revenge node: Judgment of Crown Prince Handong!]
[Dignity Points Critical Hit: +500 points!]
[Current rating: The true hunter often appears as the prey, delivering the fatal blow in the end. Satisfaction level: S-rank!]
The system's crisp notification sound rang in my mind, like a melodious triumphant symphony.
Qi Tongwei ignored the screams on the ground. He slowly squatted down, used the barrel of his gun to lift Zhao Ruilong's distorted face, and spoke in a low, powerful voice:
"I'm sparing your life not because I'm afraid to kill you."
"I want you to live to see how I expose your arrogant father and the vast web woven by your Zhao family..."
"Tear it to shreds, bit by bit."
"The game is over, Zhao Ruilong."