Naming Technique of the Night - Chapter 86

Chapter 86: 86, 7 suspects

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Hu Xiaoniu, when in Haicheng, spent years frequenting domestic legal shooting ranges, so he had seen these things and had listened to the explanations of shooting instructors.

Not to mention how these thugs had gotten their hands on guns, the key was that it was too difficult to secretly acquire silencers in the country, and even smugglers rarely dealt in such things.

Moreover, most firearms, when fitted with a silencer, are not completely silent like in the movies; at best, the sound is reduced from 140 decibels to 120 decibels, without any substantial change.

Silencers have always been mythologized by film and television.

But there are a few firearms that, when paired with subsonic ammunition, can indeed minimize the sound of gunfire.

The Glock 34 in the hands of the thugs was one of them.

Hu Xiaoniu suddenly realized that the opposition was extremely professional and might even have ties to international professional mercenaries.

Liu Dezhu was in despair, the turn of events came too suddenly; the boss had only warned him about the thugs, but did not mention that the thugs would switch into police uniforms!

Hu Xiaoniu took a deep breath and said, “Do as they say.”

The three of them were forced to retreat into the yard with the guns pointed at them.

At the same time, five other people were holding guns, taking the staff, the boss, and two Kunlun members hostage from the hotel building and stepping outside.

These people moved faster than Qing Chen had anticipated, having already scoped out the area before midnight, and finally took action after the return.

The reason they chose to take action after the return was to prevent the Kunlun members from leaking the news in the Inner World, thereby buying themselves ample time.

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A few girls screamed on the spot.

However, one of the thugs simply squeezed the trigger, and the bullet struck the calf of a Kunlun member cleanly and efficiently.

The Kunlun member fell to the ground, yet he kept his mouth tightly shut, not uttering a cry of pain.

The thug then pointed the gun at Hu Xiaoniu and Liu Dezhu, and said coldly, “Shut up, or your classmates will die now, and many innocent people outside the inn will die as well. You see, this comrade of Kunlun is very smart; he knows his cries of pain would attract people from outside, but here on Laojun Mountain, no one can save you. Attracting people from the outside would only increase casualties needlessly.”

“And he is well aware that the ones who can save you will take at least six hours to arrive, so keep quiet, and don’t bring trouble upon yourselves.”

The Kunlun member on the ground silently closed his eyes, intense pain causing a fine layer of sweat to form on his forehead, but he remained silent.

At that moment, one of the thugs dressed in a black coat stood before the students, smiling and saying, “I’m delighted to meet everyone here on Laojun Mountain, but don’t panic. I’m not interested in ordinary people; once I find all the Time Travelers among you, I will take them away. So, please cooperate, okay? If everyone cooperates, this will be over very quickly.”

From the crowd, Wang Yun suddenly said, “Everyone, don’t panic, and don’t get Hu Xiaoniu and the others killed.”

Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen exchanged glances, unsure of what to think.

And in Liu Dezhu’s mind, there was only one thought: there were more than five thugs; the boss’s information was wrong.

At this time, the students were filled with immense fear, yet the terror of gunfire and the threat to their classmates’ lives compelled them to maintain some semblance of sanity, sobbing quietly with their hands covering their mouths.

The previous screaming from the Cloudtop Inn seemed to have alerted the people outside.

The owner of a neighboring guesthouse, who had been preparing vegetables for the next day, wiped his hands on his apron and walked out of the yard.

He stood on the road in front of the door, looking towards the neighboring entrance.

But he saw someone dressed in a police uniform standing at the door, seeming to be on duty.

The curious innkeeper approached and asked, “Officer, what’s going on next door?”

The middle-aged man in a police uniform replied, “We’ve got a drunk causing a disturbance. That’s enough, no need to stand around; go back inside.”

“Oh, okay,” the innkeeper nodded and prepared to return to the entrance of his guesthouse.

As he walked, he felt something wasn’t quite right. The innkeeper subtly clenched the phone in his pocket, intending to call the police for information as soon as he got back to his guesthouse.

However, before he could reach the entrance of his place, he felt the cold blade of a dagger slide between his ribs, diagonally piercing his heart and lungs.

A hand clad in black gloves tightly covered his mouth, dragging him into the Cloud Inn.

Following that, the criminal in the police uniform stepped out again, closing the door of the Cloud Inn from the outside and stationing himself by the door, unmoving.

His hand remained at his waist throughout.

At this moment, everyone in Cloud Mountain Guesthouse was herded into the courtyard. The students, terrified and shivering, huddled together, while the criminal went around with two black plastic bags, confiscating their phones.

Before tossing the phones into the plastic bags, the criminal meticulously turned off each one.

Liu Dezhu, Hu Xiaoniu, and Zhang Tianzhen were also shoved back into the crowd, and a man with a scar on his face approached them, opening the black plastic bag silently with both hands.

With no other choice, the three of them reluctantly handed over their phones, but the criminal did not leave, continuing to stare emotionlessly at Hu Xiaoniu.

With an inward sigh, Hu Xiaoniu pulled out another phone from his left pocket and threw it into the plastic bag.

The criminal let out a cold laugh and pushed the three of them back into the crowd.

The man in the black trench coat approached Liu Dezhu and jovially said, “I’ll give you a chance. Tell me why, after your return, did you suddenly become aware of our operation and precisely know that we are surrounding this place?”

Liu Dezhu kept his mouth shut and shivered, unusually defiant by remaining silent.

The criminal chuckled, “Don’t feel like talking, huh? Well, let me guess… Outside of Cloud Inn, you have a companion who is a Time Traveler, right?”

All of a sudden, Liu Dezhu realized that even though the man had guessed the truth, he didn’t seem panicked.

Could it be that the man had another ace up his sleeve? Or perhaps, the criminals present were not the only ones involved.

…

At this very moment, Qing Chen silently stood in the room, clutching the Spring Knife he had brought back, with Jiang Xue, who had also just returned, behind him.

Qing Chen heard a faint mechanical clicking, but he didn’t know that it was the sound of a silencer-equipped pistol.

It was just that the owner of their guesthouse had gone out and had not come back.

The woman, seeing the knife in his hand, had a moment of realization, “Xiao Chen, what are you planning to do?”

Qing Chen took off his shoes, turned, and headed for the door. “Aunt Jiang Xue, you stay here with Xiao Yun, keep the door locked and don’t go out. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

Jiang Xue called out from behind, “Maybe I can help you with something. I have a mechanical arm!”

But Qing Chen suddenly turned and looked directly at her, “But you lack combat experience. Trust me, I’ll come back.”

After saying that, he disappeared outside the door.