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Song Qianxia stepped on a broken tile and leaped forward.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the cold air of early winter filled my lungs, like swallowing a mouthful of ice shards.

After chasing each other on the roof for only five minutes, my legs felt as heavy as lead.

She now truly felt just how weak her body's physical abilities were.

The soreness caused by lactic acid buildup made her jump a beat slower than expected.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode, and my throat was filled with the taste of blood.

This body of Song Qianxia is no longer fit to be a top assassin; it would be difficult for her to even snag discounted eggs at the supermarket.

"Captain Gu, the target is moving westward."

Song Qianxia pressed her earpiece, reporting while panting heavily.

"I've located him; he's about three rooftops away."

Thirty meters ahead, a figure dressed in a black, tight-fitting night suit was running across the rooftop of a bungalow.

The man had obviously also noticed the pursuers behind him.

But he showed no intention of speeding up his escape.

Instead, he would deliberately perform an exaggerated parkour move every time he jumped over an obstacle.

He did a somersault, a fish leap, and even turned around to give Song Qianxia the middle finger.

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes inwardly.

Are you brain-dead?

Do they really think they're filming a Hollywood action blockbuster?

Is the admission threshold for Night Owl Academy so low it's practically nonexistent?

Just then, the dark figure in front suddenly braked sharply.

He stood on the edge of a two-story building and deliberately lingered for two seconds under the streetlights.

Then, with a graceful forward roll, he jumped directly into a dead end.

Gu Tingchen's calm command voice immediately came through the earpiece.

"Attention all groups, target: enter the dead end of West Fourth Alley."

"Zhou Zheng, lead your men to surround the main gate, block the entrance, and prepare to trap them like turtles in a jar."

"etc!"

Song Qianxia hurriedly shouted in the channel.

"Captain Gu, don't go to West Fourth Alley! That's bait!"

Gu Tingchen, who was on the ground, stopped and raised his hand to signal the special police behind him to stop advancing.

"The reason," he said succinctly.

"That alley was surrounded by high walls on three sides, with not even a place to stand."

Song Qianxia stared into the darkness, speaking very quickly.

"A severe perfectionist would never allow themselves to fall into such a dead end with no way out."

"That front flip just now was too deliberate; it was a smokescreen he did on purpose to impress you!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Tingchen immediately changed his orders.

"Zhou Zheng, stay put. The rest of you, follow me."

"Song Qianxia, ​​what is his true path?"

Song Qianxia's gaze quickly swept over the intricate terrain around her.

Behind the dead end was a row of abandoned self-built houses.

At the end of the self-built houses stands an old industrial water tower.

There is a rusty maintenance access road on the water tower that leads directly to another back street without surveillance cameras.

"An abandoned water tower!" Song Qianxia said with certainty.

"He must have gone straight down the alley's sewers to the water tower. I'm going to intercept him now!"

She slid straight down from the roof, sliding down a rusty drainpipe to the ground.

Ignoring the dust on his body, he took a shortcut and rushed straight towards the water tower.

We just rounded a corner.

Then I saw the mirror dressed in black emerging from an abandoned sewer opening.

He patted the mud off his body and prepared to climb up the passageway to the water tower.

Song Qianxia emerged from the shadows and blocked his path.

"The performance is over, gymnast."

The mirror paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting anyone to be able to see through his retreat route.

He stared at Song Qianxia and let out two strange, cold laughs.

"You guessed it right."

"That policewoman came to ambush me all by herself, she's got guts."

Mirror turned around and pulled a tactical knife from his lower back.

The blade gleamed with a ghostly blue light under the dim streetlights, clearly indicating it was poisoned.

Song Qianxia didn't waste any words with him.

Before the other person could finish speaking, they had already rushed over.

Even when physical strength reaches its limit, the strangulation techniques he learned in his previous life in the underground black market have long been engraved deep in his soul.

He slid in to avoid the opponent's oncoming dagger.

Support yourself with one hand on the ground and use your waist to generate power.

His right leg lashed out like a whip, striking the mirror's lower body hard.

Mirror clearly hadn't expected this seemingly frail policewoman to be so ruthless.

He retreated hastily, but was still hit in the calf.

He stumbled and almost fell to his knees.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Qianxia leaped up, her hands forming claws, and aimed straight for her opponent's vulnerable carotid artery.

The mirror hurriedly dodged, but this black market bone-dislocating technique, if used correctly, can definitely dislocate the opponent's entire arm and cripple them!

Song Qianxia's fingers gripped the mirror's shoulder joint and twisted it backward.

Mirror felt a sudden pain in her shoulder, and then realized what was happening.

He sneered, his arm muscles bulging.

Just flick it in the opposite direction.

Song Qianxia's heart skipped a beat; oh no.

Her fighting awareness is top-notch, and her moves are absolutely precise.

However, the muscle strength of this body is not enough to withstand such hardcore physical damage.

The difference in strength caused Song Qianxia to lose her balance and be violently thrown away.

Her back slammed against the rough cement wall of the water tower, and the intense pain made her vision go black; she almost blew all the air out of her lungs.

"Nice technique, but too bad he's a weak and useless piece of trash."

The mirror turned its neck and walked step by step toward Song Qianxia, ​​who was leaning against the wall, panting.

He toyed with the poisoned dagger in his hand, his eyes turning cruel.

"Was that Thousand Faces' signature move just now?"

"It seems the police archives have a lot of good stuff."

"Today I'll show you what real killing techniques are!"

He raised the dagger and plunged it fiercely into Song Qianxia's heart.

Song Qianxia stared at the knife, her brain frantically calculating the trajectory for dodging.

But her legs simply wouldn't obey her commands.

Just as the tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to her.

"Bang!"

A gunshot shattered the silence of the old neighborhood.

The bullet struck the blade of the dagger in the mirror's hand, sending the dagger flying and shattering into two pieces in mid-air.

The mirror cracked open at the base of his hand, and blood flowed down.

He covered his hands and turned his head in horror.

A dozen meters away.

Gu Tingchen gripped the gun with both hands, wisps of smoke rising from its muzzle.

His handsome face was filled with a chilling murderous aura.

"Touch my people? Did you even ask me about the gun I have?!"

Gu Tingchen strode over and pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two bullets completely blocked all possible escape routes for the mirror.

The mirror was horrified. How could the police not give any warning before firing their guns!

Forget about putting on airs, he simply pulled a dark, round ball out of his pocket.

He slammed his fist on the concrete ground beneath his feet.

A muffled thud.

Thick white smoke exploded, and a pungent chemical smell filled the entire alley.

These military-grade smoke grenades can obliterate all vision in seconds.

Gu Tingchen rushed into the smoke and pulled Song Qianxia, ​​who had fallen to the ground, to her feet.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" His voice held a rare hint of anxiety.

"It's nothing, just a bump on the back, it's not life-threatening."

Song Qianxia used his strength to steady herself and coughed a few times while covering her mouth.

This lousy body really needs some serious training; this cold sweat isn't faked.

If it weren't for Gu Tingchen's excellent marksmanship, she would be meeting her maker by now.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

The area under the water tower was deserted; Mirror had long since slipped away under the cover of smoke.

"Zhou Zheng, the target has escaped. Immediately take men and seal off the surrounding streets!"

After giving the order into his headset, Gu Tingchen looked down at the ground.

There were a few glaring drops of blood on the ground.

It was left by the mirror.

The bloodstains stretched intermittently deeper into the old neighborhood.

Song Qianxia looked in the direction of the bloodstains.

At the end of the block, a dilapidated, enormous building stands in the night.

The neon sign on the top of the building had long been turned off, leaving only a few rusty iron characters.

"Starlight Theater"

Gu Tingchen grabbed Song Qianxia's arm and strode after her, following the trail of blood.