Chapter 111: Getaway (Part 2) 第111章 血路（下） Available at littlenovel.com. Reproduction not permitted. ”You ……” Howard slowly turned his head. His eyes seemed sluggish. He would like to keep his eyes open to look at the spy attacking them but he only had some hazy field of vision. The blur seemed to be a juvenile, like a shadow rolling in the sky. And in his hand was a short black blade, leaving blood where it pa.s.sed, just like a poisonous snake. This was Howard’s last vision. The carotid artery in his throat was cut and his tall body softly fell down. Who knew…… during this era of peace, yet he could still die in the army, Howard was mocking himself. Losing his stealth protection, Zhou Jian was completely exposed to the American soldiers’ line of sight. The special forces on the scene are well-trained sharpshooters, but under the confusion of the crowd and the narrow s.p.a.ce, their M4 was almost useless. A special force pulled out a military dagger from his waist, but before he had the time to use it, he just felt like there was something of a black arc in front of him, as if swallowing up the light. Then he felt that he flew, and his body has become increasingly distant in his line of sight. Then softly dropping down …… The dagger as like a scythe of death. Its speed was approaching the extreme. There was a constant burst of blood. When death struck, a soldier instinctively used the M4 barrel to block it, but he only felt a light pressure, and then incredibly, looked as the M4 automatic rifle broke into two parts. A line of dark red blood appeared from his neck and slanted down to the chest. His vision growing dim. Before he was dead, he reached out to grab but eventually it was all futile …… —————————– Zhou Jian was like a Shura. His body was covered with blood. Those of the enemies, and also his own. This time, his mind was extremely dazed. He subconsciously turned over, used the knife, backstabbed, dodged, as if all these movements were instinctive. His actions were not pretty, not like the ethereal feelings of those the legendary rogue killers of fables. But if you must use one word to describe his actions – it was savage. Stabbed the heart, cut the throat, slice the abdomen, broke the keel, beheading …… These actions were those that he repeatedly used in “G.o.ds and Demons”. In reality, there was not even anything out of sort with them. At that moment, he seemed to be facing a “G.o.ds and Demons” monster. The soldiers in the central chamber were falling down like wheat. A crazy American soldier ran to the far corner. And facing the b.l.o.o.d.y Zhou Jian and his fellow soldiers, he frenziedly pulled the trigger. The M4 sparks flashed across his eyes. His target seemed to be gone. His two companions flew out like straws because of his shots. He was hesitant to stop shooting when he clearly felt the cool dagger cut into his heart. Skill – Blink Strike …… —————————– Half a minute later, Zhou Jian was covered in blood while standing in the center of the room, looking at the floor full of blood and dead bodies. He was a little sick, but not feeling nausea to want to vomit. It may have been due to him having previously experienced several killings. Looking at the blood on the scene, he had begun to get used to it. Just that he didn’t realize it. However, there still a kind of indescribable hostility around his chest, making him feel extremely depressed. This indefinable feeling, seemed to be a voice asking, is this really what I did? If today, he shot out against some vicious people, Zhou Jian may not have such a depressed feeling. This depressed feeling was not good. Even though at this moment, he knew if it wasn’t your death, then it was his death. Perhaps today, he had walked out in a new trail. In the coming days, he will be exposed to more and more killing, and his path ahead will be covered with blood. Thinking of this, his heart was far from loathing. Of course, he was not enjoying it. If you really want to use a word to describe. It was an extremely unreal feeling. Just like between the skysc.r.a.pers of Hong Kong and the quiet little village he used to live in, that same kind of unreal feeling. The easy bustling life of the big city and the b.l.o.o.d.y killing world similarly also had the same unreal feeling. Zhou Jian took a deep breath. The air also had faint remnants smell of blood. He looked at his own wounds. Altogether, there are two and both are gunshot wounds but fortunately, not in the vital areas. One is in the lower abdomen that’s left by Howard and there is one in the shoulder that’s left by the soldier’s desperate shot. His health dropped by a third. Zhou Jian drank a little health potion. Although the health restored by the health potion is few, but it’s better than nothing. Returning to full health still needed to depend on the Ghost Killer self-recovery. He turned over the Brown’s corpse, the director of the laboratory and felt the door card from his blood-stained white coat. It seemed that he had bad luck and died in under a stray bullet. The moment he pulled the door card, Zhou Jian found his outstretched hand trembling. His mouth formed a trace of an ironic smile. Originally, his hands had been shaking ah, not because of fear, but because the tension and excitement being on the brink of life and death. The fact that death may come caused the nerves in his whole body under an extreme state of tension. He was not afraid of knife or daggers, but he feared the guns. If the two shots before it did not hit the nonvitals but hit his heart or head instead, would he still had it good? Taking a deep breath to calm down his mood, Zhou Jian put away the door card. This time, he realized that there is a living person in the room – Sam. Since being knocked out by him, Sam had been lying on the ground motionlessly until now. Zhou Jian hesitated at that moment. Was he going to silence him? Ghost Killer stealth secrets could be discovered by Howard. Zhou Jian’s stealth was not the only card in his hand, but it clearly indicated supernatural ability. Zhou Jian had no way if this secret was revealed out. Was this old guy faking his faint? Turning over Sam’s body, Zhou Jian poked open Sam’s eyelids. The pupils do not lie. If he was in a deep coma, his pupil will not have any reaction to the light stimulation. And if someone was pretending, once the eyes opened, the pupil’s circle will sharply narrow because of the light stimulation. There’s no trace of change in Sam’s pupil. Zhou Jian was relieved. He did not want to do such a choice. He did not like killing innocent people, but if it came to his own safety, he might only have to do it. He hit the back of Sam’s head again. He did not want this guy to coincidentally wake up when he leave. Zhou Jian examined the carotid arteries of each corpse one by one. The breath could be held, but the pulse could not be faked. In addition to the unconscious Sam, no one else survived. After that, Zhou Jian head toward the central chamber door and was about to swipe the card under stealth when Zhou Jian thought of something.