Pristine Darkness

Chapter 118

 So, we've had the masked killer. Are you ready for the undercover police officer? Plus, Bo Jinyan has been hiding a very big secret. Here we go . . .

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Translator: shl

Editor/ Proofreader: Anks

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An explosion.

The sudden explosion sounded like the howl of a wild beast on the plains, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass.

The riverbank had been empty, and that explosion sounded like it was not too far away, almost as if it were next to them. Instantly, Jian Yao took a small step back and snapped her head up violently. Hadn't the explosion come from the building Song Kun was in?

This Gu An, he had already planned this dirty trick!

Having thought this far, Jian Yao felt herself trembling, just for a split second, before she snapped out of it. However, it was already too late. Gu An had decided to give Jian Yao a taste of her own medicine. Seizing the opportunity of her momentary inattention, he seized her gun in one swift move and twisted it aside, while pulling the trigger of his own rifle!

In the past year, Jian Yao's speed of response had been honed even more by Fang Qing. In the nick of time, she twisted away and dodged the bullet, which thudded into the ground with a loud 'pop'. Jian Yao dropped the gun she was holding, but at this critical juncture, she refused to retreat and in fact, took the offensive, with both hands coming up to grab Gu An's rifle. This move had nothing to do with skill, it was purely gutsy. Gu An was actually taken aback. His assault rifle, wrenched out of his hand by Jian Yao, fell to the ground.

In the end, though, Gu An was still more skillful. Upon seeing his rifle fall, his actions became even more ruthless, and he punched Jian Yao forcefully in the stomach. Unable to evade the blow in time, Jian Yao bent over in pain, whereupon he delivered a karate chop to the back of her neck. With a low groan, she dropped to the ground.

It was such a thrilling fight, but Gu An subconsciously felt that something was amiss.

A fleeting thought surfaced in his mind - what about Simon King? He had been quiet for too long, how could he be indifferent to his wife's safety?

He looked up and understood everything in the blink of an eye.

Bo Jinyan was still standing at the door of the little cabin. His hands, hanging by his sides, were tightly clenched.

This blind man had every intention to act but had no power, haha. Both he and Jian Yao had guns, even if Bo Jinyan were to rashly come closer, how could he possibly help? The corners of Gu An's mouth lifted in a grin, he liked seeing a powerless Simon King. Just like a year ago, just like right now . . . hehehehe . . . out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that of the several gang members lying on the ground not far from Bo Jinyan, one of them had another gun at his waist. However, that was of little consequence. It was not likely that a blind man, no matter how intelligent, would know there was a gun there, much less accurately and speedily retrieve it. . .

Gu An pushed aside Jian Yao, who was on the ground. At some point, the mask on his face had also slipped off. He looked up again at the indistinct glow of the building on fire and his heart was filled with delight. He bent over with the intention of picking up the rifle he had dropped while at the same time saying lazily, "Simon King, right now, there's only the two of us left, isn't that wonderful . . ."

His speech came to a sudden halt.

Something pressed lightly against the back of his head.

It was a gun, an ice-cold gun, unerringly pressed against his skull.