Chapter 183: Wasted Cards
by xennovelChapter 183: Wasted Cards
On the outskirts of the city, there lay a villa district.
The villas may look posh—but that’s a misconception.
Some of the more secluded villas were actually very affordable.
Xiao Yu stood at the gate outside, not stepping in.
He sensed several presences—and a looming threat.
Xiao Yu knew that even though he was a transmigrator with a system,
he was fundamentally no different from ordinary people.
Getting hit by a bullet meant certain death.
Fortunately, these assassins were unarmed.
Well, not exactly—it was more that they despised using them.
They scoffed as if mimicking petty thieves: ‘Not a shred of skill!’
Drawing a deep breath, Xiao Yu stepped toward the gate.
He pushed the heavy door open and entered the courtyard.
Outside, the villa’s yard was expansive, featuring both a garden and a vegetable patch.
The elderly headmaster, fond of tending plants and simple dishes, had arranged everything.
This was according to Card Assassin 8’s report.
Suddenly.
A figure sprang up from the ground.
Xiao Yu frowned.
Why hadn’t he been noticed?
Because his opponent had just donned camouflage identical to the ground, blending perfectly with the earth.
The instant the figure rose, a knife flashed past Xiao Yu’s neck.
For the first time in his life, he felt the specter of death so unbearably close.
Close enough to brush within a centimeter!
An ordinary man would have had his neck sliced open.
Activating various system skills and harnessing animal abilities beyond normal human limits,
Xiao Yu’s body had long transcended mortal boundaries.
He transformed into a… humanoid weapon!
Not only did he evade that fatal strike, but his hand shot out like lightning.
Smack!
In an instant, he clutched the wrist of the assassin wielding the knife.
Crack!
The foe’s wrist shattered.
The long knife dropped into Xiao Yu’s hand as he thrust forward.
Thud!
The gruesome sound of the blade slicing through flesh rang out.
Its edge, aligned perfectly with the hilt, drove into the assassin’s torso.
Thud.
The attacker collapsed, his life extinguished on the ground.
Yet, as the young man fell,
a faint noise reached Xiao Yu’s ears.
He took a step back.
Under the watchful gaze of his Falcon’s Eye, a glint streaked past his cheek.
It moved with blinding speed.
Even with his Cheetah Speed and Spirit of the Raccoon Cat, he barely managed to dodge.
A crossbow bolt!
Raising his arm, a sleek pistol suddenly materialized in his grasp.
The PX18 model—a standard-issue special forces sidearm.
It came with dual magazines: one for 7 rounds and another for 13, adaptable for 50 or 100 meter ranges…
Bang!
Gunfire erupted. Xiao Yu didn’t spare a glance in the direction of the blast.
Six meters away, against the wall of a villa, a figure was struck like lightning and fell.
A gaping blood hole marred his forehead and the back of his skull was ripped open by the bullet’s lethal spiral force…
Xiao Yu’s Gun Expert skill—acquired from his system—activated.
Though it was his first time using such a talent.
Wang Dong had once remarked about the rookie,
saying that a man like him would, if possible, avoid even touching a gun.
In a sense, that was true. Xiao Yu preferred not to handle firearms unless absolutely necessary.
But that didn’t mean he’d show mercy to a horde of assassins!
The moment he fired,
a figure leaped from the villa’s rooftop.
Clutching an iron rod, the attacker swung it with force aimed at Xiao Yu’s head.
Was this the assassin infamous for shattering skulls?
Xiao Yu sneered as he lifted his gaze to watch the adversary descend.
Just as the iron rod neared his head,
Boom!
Outside the villa, a deep, thunderous rumble resounded.
The roar of a sniper rifle!
The airborne figure suddenly seemed slapped by an invisible giant hand.
Not only was he blasted away, but his chest looked as though it had been savaged by an unseen maw, exploding open.
The left side of his chest and one arm were shattered, ripped away as if a massive hole had been carved.
In a spray of blood, his limp body crashed to the ground like a heavy sack.
Staring at the corpse, Xiao Yu smirked.
Long-range sniping sure felt exhilarating.
A real man uses a sniper rifle, not a pistol!
Suddenly, a jolt of anger surged through him.
He silently cursed, ‘Wang Dong, damn it—stop targeting me!’
Thankfully, the sensation of being ‘locked on’ soon faded, easing his tension…
Were there three assassins?
Including Card Assassin 2 Xia Xingchen, Card Assassin 3 Guan Yue, and the captured Card Assassin 8.
Out of 13 small cards, six had already been wasted…
Xiao Yu strode toward the villa’s front door.
Then, abruptly, his steps halted.
In a blink, his gaze slid downward.
He noticed a faint glimmer of light.
It was truly just a thread of light—as fine as a hair.
Lifting his hand, Xiao Yu produced a playing card.
The card he’d bought from the Dark Web had always been with him.
Holding it gently, he moved toward the source of that light.
Thud!
The playing card split neatly in two, as if sliced by a razor-sharp blade!
Just imagine:
If he had missed that sliver of light and continued forward,
what dire consequences might have ensued?
Could his body have been cut apart?
Earlier, Xiao Yu had watched a video.
It showed a type of metal wire—extremely flexible, remarkably tough, and razor-sharp.
It could even be fashioned into a saw.
Its cutting edge was faster than any steel saw.
The next moment,
the metal wire, illuminated by that faint glow, began to move.
A trembling hand set it in motion as it descended toward Xiao Yu’s body.
Camouflage, a crossbow, then the metal wire…
Even as he fell back, Xiao Yu had to admit
these assassins wielded wildly inventive and deadly tactics.
An ordinary person, if even slightly off guard, would meet a gruesome end!
Suddenly, his backward steps halted. He crouched and then lunged along the path of the metal wire.
In one powerful leap… like a leopard!
His speed was such that the enemy’s hand barely had time to twitch a second time.
Xiao Yu landed beside a pillar at the villa’s entrance, standing face-to-face with a young man wearing metal gloves.
His hand came down squarely on the youth’s head.
Thwack!
Xiao Yu’s fist smashed into the pillar as he slammed the young man’s head against it.
Blood splattered as the youth crumpled to the ground.
Pivoting quickly, Xiao Yu reached out.
Smack!
He grasped a hand—one that clutched a forceful thrust weapon.
There were two pillars by the entrance; the assassin had been hiding behind the other, hoping to launch a silent backstab.
But assassins never catch you off guard.
Xiao Yu’s Python’s Sense had already picked up the infrared heat signature.
How could anyone silent evade his Wax Moth’s Ear?
Crack!
The assassin’s wrist bone snapped as Xiao Yu grabbed the severed hand and seized the thrust weapon, flipping it and pushing forward.
Thud.
The weapon pierced the assassin’s chest.
The enemy’s body trembled before collapsing to the ground.
Even in his final moments, the assassin stared blankly at Xiao Yu, utterly puzzled.
As if silently asking: ‘Are we the assassins, or are you?’
“Wasted cards!” Xiao Yu muttered to himself.
He then guided his hand toward the villa’s main door…