svetikya Chapter 64 Eliminating the Guards
Chapter 64 Eliminating the Guards
He carefully scanned the surrounding area again, both visible and hidden sentries.
The sentries stood ramrod straight, rifles in hand, their eyes scanning the passersby warily; the hidden sentries were concealed at street corners, newsstands, and behind cars, seemingly casual, but in fact providing complete coverage.
Yan Shuo secretly hoped that he could get a minor official position to get in, which would save him a lot of trouble.
The more he looked, the colder he felt. He was really unlucky today; he hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home.
These sentries, both visible and hidden, were all elite low-ranking soldiers. The fierceness in their eyes and the composure in their stance were far beyond what ordinary Japanese soldiers or spies could match.
But unfortunately, there wasn't even a sergeant-level officer; they were all just ordinary soldiers. It would be useless to sneak in!
"Fine, I'll force my way in." Yan Shuo gritted his teeth, touched the quick-draw scabbard at his waist with his fingertips, activated the Smart System, and recorded the faces of all the visible and hidden sentries.
The system is extremely efficient, generating the corresponding mask instantly.
He took out several dolls, put masks on them, took a deep breath, and darted out like a shadow.
The first target was a hidden stake concealed behind a car.
The guy was leaning against the car, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the gun handle, extremely vigilant.
Yan Shuo silently circled behind him, and taking advantage of the moment he turned his head, he suddenly reached out and covered his mouth with one hand, while his other hand gripped the back of his neck and twisted it sharply to the side and back. With a crisp "crack", the sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
The body of the hidden stake went limp instantly. Yan Shuo caught it, quickly took away the corpse, and then placed the masked doll back in its original position, posing it correctly.
But things didn't go so smoothly from then on.
These elite youngsters are truly clever, even more difficult to deal with than Yan Shuo had anticipated.
As he reached for the second hidden stake, just three meters away, the guy suddenly turned his head sharply and looked at him, his eyes as sharp as knives!
Yan Shuo's heart stopped, and he froze on the spot, motionless in the shadows.
Fortunately, the guy only glanced at it, didn't notice anything unusual, and turned back.
"That was close." Yan Shuo secretly rejoiced, his palms already sweating.
This time he dared not be careless. He slowed his breathing and crawled forward like a cat. The moment the other person turned around, he struck with lightning speed and snapped the other person's neck again.
He successively dealt with six visible and hidden sentries, each time fraught with danger. Twice, the enemy even detected the unusual airflow, and if he hadn't been quick, he would have been in serious trouble.
Once the last doll was put back in its place, the restaurant entrance instantly became "quiet".
To outsiders, those sentries and hidden agents still appeared to be on duty in the same place, but no one could have imagined that they had long been replaced by puppets.
Yan Shuo took a deep breath, suppressing the shock he had just experienced, and quickly walked to the restaurant entrance, pushing the door open and entering.
The lobby on the first floor was empty, except for two guards standing at the top of the stairs, their backs to the door, talking in hushed tones.
Yan Shuo's eyes turned cold. He drew the short knife from his waist and approached like a ghost, his footsteps extremely light.
When they were two meters apart, he suddenly accelerated, covered the first guard's mouth with his left hand, and slashed at his neck with the short knife in his right hand!
Whether it was due to nervousness or a slight deviation in technique, when the blade sliced across his throat, with a "plop," warm blood splattered all over his face!
"Damn it!" Yan Shuo cursed inwardly. The second guard had already noticed the commotion and was about to turn around when Yan Shuo kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to buckle and kneel down.
Yan Shuo then delivered the final blow, finishing him off.
He didn't dare to delay, quickly dragged the mop from the corner of the wall, dipped it in water, and vigorously wiped the bloodstains off the floor.
The stench of blood filled the air. He frowned, took out a small bottle of special deodorizer from his backpack, sprayed it, and then removed the two corpses. He replaced them with two dolls standing at the top of the stairs, in the same pose as the guards from before.
Having dealt with the first floor, Yan Shuo gripped his short knife and tiptoed up to the second floor.
As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, his movements froze instantly.
There were four guards standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, facing each other in pairs, forming a cross-shaped cordon with less than a meter between them!
Using a knife or martial arts? No way! At such close range, it's impossible to silently take down four people at the same time. The slightest mistake would make a sound and attract even more people.
Yan Shuo decisively abandoned the idea, took out a silenced pistol from his waist, and aimed the muzzle at the outermost guard.
"Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!" Four soft, muffled thuds rang out in succession, like fingernails tapping on a wooden board, yet they were exceptionally clear in the quiet stairwell.
The four guards fell straight down without uttering a sound.
Yan Shuo quickly stepped forward, checked the body, and confirmed that it was no longer breathing before taking it away. He then put on the doll as usual to guard the body and cleaned up the bloodstains.
He breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
He held his hand very steady during those four shots, each one hitting the center of his forehead, without daring to deviate even slightly.
I glanced at the second-floor corridor; it was completely empty, not a soul in sight, only the dim yellow light cast by the corridor lamps.
The air was so still you could hear your own heartbeat.
Yan Shuo crouched low, tiptoed, and slowly explored the corridor like a cheetah poised to pounce.
The European-style oil painting hanging on the wall has rough brushstrokes and is obviously a replica.
He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no other guards on the second floor, and then turned to sneak towards the third floor.
As soon as he stepped onto the third-floor staircase, the sight that came into view made him curse inwardly. There were four guards standing straight at the top of the stairs, facing each other in pairs, forming a tight cordon.
"Who the hell invented this method of guarding the stairwell? It's deadly!" Yan Shuo muttered to himself, his brows furrowed.
He crouched in the shadows around the corner, his gaze sweeping over the layout of the entire building, growing increasingly agitated with each passing thought.
This shabby restaurant only has one internal staircase, which is located in the middle of the building. There isn't even a side staircase for staff access.
"It's already 1939, almost halfway through!" he gritted his teeth. "Every decent building outside has an elevator, but your upscale Huizhong Hotel doesn't even have one? So stingy, and you dare to host a big shot like Imai Tsubasa?"
Complaints aside, the immediate problem still needs to be solved.
He peered over and saw that the four guards on the third floor were even more troublesome. They were positioned about five meters apart at the entrances to the stairwells on the left and right sides, effectively blocking the only passage to the stairwell. Their lines of sight overlapped, leaving no blind spots whatsoever.
"Damn, are they treating defense like a war?" Yan Shuo's palms were sweating as his mind raced.
Forcing his way in was definitely out of the question. With four elite guards opening fire at the same time, even with the support of the Xiaozhi System, he might not be able to escape unscathed. There was nowhere to go around, and the layout of this building had him cornered.
"I'll take the gamble!" Yan Shuo's eyes hardened. He pulled out two weapon dolls from his spatial ring and gave them instructions telepathically: "You guard the right side, take care of those two, be quick, and don't make a sound!"
The weapon doll nodded and silently slipped into the shadows on its right.
Yan Shuo gripped his silenced pistol tightly, aimed at the two guards on his left, his fingertips on the trigger, and held his breath.
He made a "do it" gesture towards the weapon doll.