Chapter 509: The Wolf Pack Approaches

Twisted and deformed bullet casings fell from the surface of Nie Yu's skin onto the ground with a clink, yet there wasn't a single wound on his body... The black luster was like steel under the twilight, indestructible.

[Iron Armor].

At this moment, the assassins who had made the move widened their eyes in unison.

They had been crawling through blood and fire for so many years, participating in countless assassinations and gunfights, but this was the first time they had seen a monster capable of taking bullets with its bare body...

They knew Nie Yu was badass, but the scene before them was simply beyond their comprehension; it seemed like something only a superhero in a movie could do.

Just as the crowd was stunned, a flash of rage climbed into Nie Yu's eyes. He took a slow step forward, and the Tier 5 Soldier God Path pressure poured out from his void-like wolf eyes, as if a mountain had instantly pressed down on everyone's hearts.

Whether they had made a move or not, every assassin's heart began to beat wildly at this moment, like a blood pump about to burst, and they couldn't help but tremble!

The next moment, Nie Yu's figure appeared in front of an assassin who was still holding a gun.

His iron-pincer-like hand gripped the assassin's throat, and the terrifying power lifted him from the ground like a chick. The assassin's face instantly turned bright red. The pressure of life and death made him subconsciously raise his muzzle again, and while whimpering in pain, he pulled the trigger at Nie Yu's forehead!

Bang, bang, bang, bang—!!

Successive gunshots rang out, and the assassin emptied the entire magazine in terror. But as thin wisps of smoke drifted from the muzzle, several twisted casings fell to the ground one after another... Nie Yu's forehead was smooth and flat, not even leaving a single dent. He stared at the assassin with an increasingly grim gaze.

"Who gave you the courage... to kill me?"

As Nie Yu's words fell, the assassin's neck was crushed by his grip. Scarlet blood sprayed into the air, staining the surrounding assassins, who stood there dumbfounded.

This highly impactful scene was something even this group of battle-hardened assassins couldn't accept. The few who had been planning to ambush Nie Yu now had a sense of absurd dissonance... They had actually wanted to kill this kind of monster just now??

In the oppressive atmosphere, Nie Yu's gaze fell among the fragments of the assassin he had just crushed, and a phone with a glowing screen caught his attention.

He squinted his eyes and picked up the phone from the pool of blood.

"The bounty... has been modified?"

Nie Yu saw his own wanted page at a glance; Su Zhiwei's wanted notice had disappeared without a trace... Most importantly, the initiator of this post was Vulture.

His face instantly turned extremely gloomy.

"Damn it!"

Nie Yu knew very well that Vulture could never have done such a thing. The only possibility for the bounty to be tampered with was that Vulture had already met with foul play... There weren't many people who could find and kill Vulture, and the other party could also crack his phone and usurp his Dark Web account... The culprit behind all this was already obvious.

Nie Yu had thought he was the only hunter, but now it seemed that the man in the brown coat was also hunting him in the shadows!?

The killing intent in Nie Yu's heart grew more grim. He looked up sharply at the museum in the distance, cold light flickering in his eyes.

Since Chen Ling had gone to kill Vulture, it meant there was no one guarding the museum now. As long as they made a move, Su Zhiwei would definitely not be able to escape. Chen Ling had stolen his lair, so he would destroy this place as a return gift.

Thinking of this, Nie Yu's gaze returned to the numerous assassins, and his right hand gripped the hilt of the hunting knife behind his waist.

A thin, invisible thread swept through the void. The next moment, the necks of the three assassins who had also tried to kill him simultaneously showed a streak of red. Their heads and bodies slowly slid apart, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror.

They only felt an itch in their necks, and the scene before them rotated and inverted. The last thing they saw was their own headless bodies still standing tall.

Nie Yu hadn't even drawn his knife, and the three assassins had lost their heads.

[Sharp Thread].

This eerie scene was even more impactful than crushing a head with his bare hands. The remaining eight assassins were completely terrified. They wanted to run but couldn't; their feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Nie Yu slowly released the hilt of the hunting knife behind his waist, his calm voice echoing across the wilderness:

"This eighty million... do you want it?"

The crowd finally came to their senses. Although they had seen the bounty, they hadn't made a move on Nie Yu just now, either out of cowardice or self-awareness, which was why they were still alive... Hearing this, they immediately spoke with trembling voices:

"No... we don't."

"Very good." Nie Yu said lightly. "Although the bounty on the webpage has been canceled, whoever kills Su Zhiwei will still get a bounty from me... Whether you want the head of Su Zhiwei for eight million, or want to try to take my head for eighty million, you choose for yourselves."

After saying this, Nie Yu carried his hunting rifle and walked straight toward the museum.

The numerous assassins looked at each other, and after hesitating for only half a second, they followed quickly... The yellowish sunset sank to the edge of the horizon, and under the deep blue night, a fierce alpha wolf led a pack of wolves, silently approaching their prey.

……

Museum.

Second floor, Embroidery Room.

By the spacious floor-to-ceiling window, Yao Qing held an embroidery needle. In front of him was a two-meter-long painting of Jiangnan spring scenery. Although it wasn't finished, as the slender needle kept weaving, more and more details were filled in.

Xiao Chunping leaned on her cane and walked slowly to his side, quietly watching the Jiangnan spring scenery painting, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

"Grandma, how does my embroidery look?" Yao Qing asked, looking up, seemingly expectant.

"As expected of my good grandson, your embroidery skills are getting better and better." Xiao Chunping smiled kindly, reaching out to stroke his head gently. "At least in 'Spring Scenery,' you've reached perfection. Even Grandma might not be able to compare to you."

"How could I compare to Grandma?" Although Yao Qing said this, he was overjoyed and scratched his head shyly. "Besides... I'm only good at embroidering spring scenery. For other landscapes and figures, I can't even compare to a single finger of yours."

"My good grandson, why do you only ever embroider one style of Jiangnan spring scenery?"

"Hmm... no reason, I just like it." Yao Qing turned his head slightly, his voice softening. "I like this style, so I want to make it the best..."

Xiao Chunping looked at him deeply and sighed helplessly.

"That's fine... specializing in one style makes it easier for you to walk your own path."

Hearing this, Yao Qing seemed to remember something. After hesitating for a moment, he asked:

"Grandma, do you believe that in this world, someone can gain superhuman power because of their belief in something?"