Chapter 278 - Over And Out

By the time that Feng Xuan got to the hallway, bodies were already littered on the floor. She sheathed the short swords and got one of the guns from a corpse. She carefully stepped around, double-checking the rooms. Just as she heard Qing Chen landed on the roof, she was already down the stairs.

There were more bodies on this floor. Seriously, just how many did Wuming already get? And silently at that. Was there still anyone left to be killed? She was assigned the third floor of the house so she skipped that and went to the floor below.

As she was silently walking, she was starting to think that this may not be their cleverest idea of all. The house was big and seemed to have endless hallways and doors. What had gotten into Qing Chen's head that made him think that they would be able to survive being the first ones to infiltrate this place? 

She released a breath before she peeked through a doorway. Her head was not even that out yet when guns started firing. The sound immediately deafened her and she dropped to the floor, laying flat, and covering her head. She could hear the bullets ricochet and make holes on the wall. Dust filled the air and debris fell to the floor.

When she heard the guns click, she made a move and reached to her thigh and grabbed a couple of grenades. She was back on her feet as she pulled the pins. Feng Xuan ran and launched herself to the other side of the entryway, tossing the bombs in the air as the bullets came for her body. None of them hit her.

She dropped and rolled the farthest she could get. The grenades exploded and she felt like the walls moved. It was the first time that she launched grenades. She never thought it was that awesome. Coughing, she hauled herself back to her feet, pulling the huge gun to the front of her body.

Covered in dust, men went out the hallway with angry expressions and she pressed the trigger. Their bodies seemed to dance robotically as the bullets hit them until they dropped dead to the ground with splotches of red.

The men were wearing normal shirts, pants, and shoes. They were unprepared. They didn't look like they were prepared to be under attack today. Not even anytime soon. Now, she was thinking she really owed Qing Lok for catching that little tracker that idiot "Mike" a.k.a The Fox had slipped in her groceries.

She shook her head and the dust from her hair made a small cloud on top of her. No time to waste. It was not safe to get back up so she crawled on the floor, she poke out her head wishing that no bullet would come.

Before the first bullet was in the air, she already got the view that she needed. They had made barricades with the shiny wooden tables and she saw their legs from underneath.

Feng Xuan thought about Wuming and how he would've gotten in this room. He would've flown to this room like someone from an action movie, light as ever, and slice the necks of these people. But Feng Xuan had not gotten that advanced in assassinating things. There was no way she was going to be able to survive if she went in alone.

And Qing Chen reminded them, "Quick and clean." They couldn't afford to stay on one place too long.

She looked at the remaining grenade on her thigh and thought "well, f.u.c.k it. They're going to die one way or another". She pulled the pin and threw it in the air, the moment it exploded, Feng Xuan entered the room and shot the people who were still standing.

She ducked and took cover from a person who was behind the couch. The man was using a lesser gun because if he wasn't then he would've already come for her. She squeezed on the trigger and the gun vibrated on her hands, growing hotter and turning her fingers numbed.

The feathers from the couch flew in the air and when the magazine ran out, Feng Xuan reloaded as she walked and found the man already dead in a pool of blood.

She almost jumped when she heard something on her ear. "Fourth floor is cleaned already," Wuming answered. "I think there were just six here? Any updates?"

"I'm moving on the next side of the third floor," Feng Xuan said and looked around. "I got about eight here."

There were a series of gunshots not far from her and the moment it was done, Qing Chen replied to them. "Moving to the next side, 2nd floor. Damn, there were a lot here. More than ten, I think?"

"I'll go straight to the first floor, they're probably out the bas.e.m.e.nt by now," said Wuming.

"Don't get yourself killed," reminded Qing Chen. "I'll follow you as soon as I can."

"Over and out," Wuming said.

It was as if a lightning bolt ran through Feng Xuan's body. If Wuming was moving to the ground floor, there would be a lot of enemies there and Qing Chen would follow.

The sudden fear of seeing her husband dead made her move. She needed to move quickly. She hauled another gun from a body and took the magazines from the others. There were no explosives much to her dismay. 

She blew out the hair on her forehead, carrying both large guns on either of her hands. Her arms were screaming that they were heavy but she needed to go faster.

Feng Xuan jogged and turned a corner. She already knew there would be people waiting for her so she got in the room, guns blazing, then she rolled to the floor, taking cover. She dropped the other gun and started aiming with the other, taking down the people on her line of sight.

Then she was shot.