Chapter 232 Night Attack
If Bazel was around, Ryan would probably choose to have a good rest. After all, he had been walking in the desert for a whole day and his body was a little tired.
But now, he had to stay alert at all times. In the wilderness, any carelessness could cost him his life.
He didn't sleep either, but meditated in his tent.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already after midnight.
…
At about two or three in the morning, the temporary captain of the group, the third-level assassin Frank, came over on time and called him and Tam in the tent next to him, "Brother Nicholas, Brother Tam, wake up, it's time for us to change shifts."
"OK."
When Ryan heard the noise, he had already opened his eyes. Tam next to him also came out of the tent.
Captain Frank pointed to the fire in the west and said, "You two go to the west gate and replace Tom and Jerry..."
Ryan and Tam both nodded: "Yeah."
During the day, the terrain of this small city had been explored by everyone. Although the square city was in ruins, it still had a rough outline.
There are five sentry posts in the camp, each with two people.
There is one at the highest point of the city wall, and then there are four in the four directions of east, west, south and north. This arrangement ensures that any problem in any direction can be discovered in time.
Tam picked up the leather holster with the musket and hung it around his waist, then put on his boxing gloves and called to Ryan: "Let's go, Brother Nicholas."
Ryan also nodded.
The two men walked towards the ball of fire about seven or eight hundred meters away from the west gate.
The two figures gradually left the range of the camp's fire and merged into the darkness.
Tam was probably shivering in the cold night wind because he had just come out of the tent. He said as he walked, "You know what, the sun in this desert is very strong during the day, and it's a bit freezing cold at night."
Ryan did not comment, and responded casually: "A little bit."
You know what, he really didn't feel cold.
He practiced the Qigong Master Breathing Method, which made his fighting spirit last for a long time and had a strong ability to resist the cold. Especially now that his fighting spirit was three to five times that of his peers, he naturally didn't think that the temperature difference had much of an impact.
At this time, Tam muttered, "This desert is so damn quiet. If it were somewhere else, you could at least hear some animals moving around at night. There are no other living things here except us, so it always feels cold and windy."
Ryan raised his eyebrows slightly as he listened, and looked around unconsciously.
It was pitch black all around, the desert was covered in black fog, and with a few clouds in the sky, not a single ray of moonlight could reach the ground. It was as dark as ink, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.
Since it was only a few hundred meters, the two of them didn't bother to get torches and just walked over in the dark.
If it weren't for the enhanced perception of his "Combat Medic" sequence, he probably wouldn't have been able to see even the blurry shadow of the road, and would only be able to see the ball of fire in the distance.
Seeing this, Ryan instinctively felt a sense of alert.
As if by reflex, he thought of the professional assassin course he had taken in the Weasel Phantom Thieves.
The instructor at that time said that midnight is the time when people are most tired and is most suitable for assassination operations.
But it was just a fleeting thought.
After walking two or three hundred meters, Ryan and his companions could already see two figures leaning against the battlements, seemingly chatting and talking. They could even hear the sound of someone knocking on a steel knife out of boredom, clang, clang, clang...
Twenty or thirty meters away, Tam shouted to the two men, "Hey! Brother Tom, it's time to change shifts!"
But what was a little surprising was that the two men didn't seem to have any intention of turning back, and still looked at them with the back of their heads, as if they didn't hear anything at all.
At this moment, Ryan and Tam stopped at the same time and immediately became alert.
Fell asleep?
impossible!
In an instant, the silence turned eerie.
Tam was an experienced scavenger, so he knew something was wrong. He lowered his body slightly, ready for battle.
Thanks to his strong sense of smell, Ye Ren could smell a faint fishy smell in the air, which was completely different from the dry desert smell. He exclaimed in his heart: "No, it smells like blood!"
But it's too late!
When they discovered the abnormality, the assassin, who had blended into the night, had quietly appeared behind them.
At this moment, a dagger as cold as a poisonous snake silently slashed across their necks!
The dagger was extremely sharp, and it cut through the skin as easily as cutting tofu, severing the trachea and arteries. A three-finger-deep wound would kill a person without even being able to scream.
Ryan felt really fucked up. This was the second time he had his throat slit.
That familiar silky touch is back, it's really addictive...
It was not my fault for not being careful enough, this environment was just too suitable for assassination. The rustling sound of the wind and sand covered the footsteps of the action, and the pitch-black night concealed the figure. As a second-level extraordinary, unless you are a special perception-type extraordinary, it is really difficult to find the "ghosts" hiding in the dark.
The most important thing is...
Ryan felt that it was reasonable to say that this desolate area hundreds of miles deep in the desert was a monster, but where did these professional assassins come from?
The moment his throat was cut, many thoughts popped into his mind.
…
It was a very professional assassination method, obviously well prepared!
"Is there a traitor?"
Ryan thought instantly.
Today, they did not encounter any traces of other hunting teams in the desert. Before setting up camp, they carefully observed the surrounding environment. They were sure that there was only one hunting team in the area of more than ten miles.
Although we cannot rule out the 1% possibility that a hunting team was traveling in the dark and ran into them, but there is also a 99% probability that these assassins came specifically to track them!
But this is strange.
Along the way, they also deliberately cleaned up some traces left by their walking in order to prevent being followed.
Moreover, although the temporary hunting group organized by the Redwood Chamber of Commerce was still in the running-in period, most of the members had rich experience in surviving in the wild. It was basically impossible for a stranger to follow them without being discovered.
But the fact is that a group of assassins did come and killed people.
This means that...
Someone in this team might have left marks along the way, revealing their whereabouts! Then the assassins followed the marks and found a night to strike.
A simple Phantom Thief attack would never target a team that was exploring and hadn't gained anything yet. Moreover, the team's configuration was not weak, with two Level 3 Transcendents!
"Vengeance!"
Thinking of this, Ryan immediately realized that this might be an enemy coming to cause trouble for the "Redwood Chamber of Commerce"!
…
Tam beside him was probably dead, and warm blood was spurting onto Ryan's face.
Ryan didn't know how many enemies there were in the dark, nor did he know who was the traitor in his team. So he didn't fight back, even though he was sure that he could get rid of the two assassins at that moment.
Although the wound on the neck was still horrific, the trachea, main blood vessels and nerves had been sutured with thread the moment they were cut .
He imitated the dead Tam beside him and collapsed.
The two assassins did not care about the two "corpses" on the ground. In their opinion, the throat wound would definitely lead to death.
Although he noticed that Ryan's body seemed to still have strong signs of life, he didn't pay much attention to it.
Because at this time, the battle not far away had already begun.
This time, there was a Level 3 Transcendent Captain Frank! It was not easy for those guys to assassinate this high-level Transcendent who was also a professional assassin. The silent assassination was discovered, and a big battle immediately broke out.
"Enemy attack!"
With this loud shout, the entire camp began to boil in an instant, like cold water dropped into a pot of boiling oil.
At this time, Ryan also heard the two assassins who had just taken action beside him curse inwardly, "Damn it, they're exposed, prepare to kill them!"
Then, a breeze blew by.
The light and hurried footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and the two assassins were already rushing towards the camp.
When Ryan heard no more sound, he stood up quietly. The wound on his neck had turned into a line of blood and was no longer serious.
He looked at Tam, whose body had fallen to the ground, with a gloomy expression, "This is not a good start..."
If it was another chamber of commerce, he might be able to stand aside and watch, after all, this kind of "vendetta " was no longer within the scope of employment duties of the hunting contract. But this "Redwood Chamber of Commerce" was a subordinate chamber of commerce of Canossa, so he had to go and take a look no matter what.
Moreover, since the other party came prepared, they must have known that there were two third-level extraordinary people in the camp. They still dared to attack, obviously they were sure of killing them.
If the Chamber of Commerce was really wiped out, Ryan wouldn't be able to run far by himself. Facing this group of assassins alone was not a good choice.
Thinking of this, Ryan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he put on the [Sacred Gloves of Carnap], then put on the hood, disguised as a professional assassin, and quietly moved towards the camp.
…
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The sound of the exchange of gunfire was as fierce as firecrackers.
Flares were shot into the sky, illuminating the ancient desert city.
Ryan saw more than a dozen guys dressed as assassins, hiding behind cover and shooting into the camp.
He did not choose to rush into the camp directly, but climbed up the wreckage of the city wall to see what was going on. Who was the traitor, and how strong was the attacker...
This was the highest point in the city. The bodies of two sentries were lying on the ground, with blood all over the place.
Then Ryan saw an assassin hiding behind the battlements, sniping at the camp below with a long-barreled musket.
That guy's perception was also extremely sensitive. As soon as Ryan climbed onto the wall, he realized something. Then he turned his head and was shocked to see a "stranger" behind him.
Obviously, although Ryan's hooded outfit looked similar to those attacking assassins, he was still recognized by the enemy at a glance.
The assassin decisively turned the gun around and immediately pulled the trigger at Ryan.
“Bang!”
Flames came out from the muzzle of the gun.
But then there was a "pop" of air explosion, almost at the same time as the gunshot. Ryan avoided the vital part and rushed forward with the musket.
The assassin looked at the figure rushing towards him and saw that there was no sign of him being shot and falling to the ground. He wanted to drop his gun and draw out his dagger to defend himself. However, his body stiffened for a moment after he fired the gun, and before he could draw out the dagger, a large hand like an iron clamp immediately grabbed his throat.
With a sound of bone breaking, Ryan used his extraordinary strength to strangle the assassin's neck. The guy didn't even struggle, and his body slowly collapsed.
Ryan ignored the assassin's body, occupied the commanding heights, and began to observe the battle situation in the underground camp.
…
At this moment, the camp in the ruins was in chaos.
After two rounds of sentry duty, it is estimated that at least a dozen members of the hunting team have been assassinated.
There were less than twenty people in the camp now. After Captain Frank shouted "ten", everyone reacted.
The number of enemies was unknown, so they didn't show up blindly. The corner of the city they had chosen had many shelters, which also gave them the opportunity to defend and counterattack.
The large-caliber muskets caused considerable damage to low-level transcendents, so everyone took out their muskets and fired back, and a fierce gun battle broke out in the camp.
Outside the city, two groups of guys with fighting spirits as bright as light bulbs were fighting fiercely. The battle was getting farther away from the ancient city. It was Captain Frank fighting against the enemy's third-level assassin.
"There are at least sixteen enemies, one of them is level three..."
Ryan's position allowed him to overlook the entire situation, and he followed the flashes of the muskets to find out the positions of the assassins.
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
The gunshots became more and more frequent, but because of the cover, the assassins were unable to do anything to the "Redwood Chamber of Commerce" team.
In the camp, Catherine also walked out of the tent, holding two fine muskets in her hands and shooting at the bunker from time to time. The beautiful and pampered president was not panicked in the face of danger, and her shooting skills seemed to be pretty good.
Beside her, on Gannix's slightly immature face, there was obvious nervousness that was caught off guard.
Ryan looked carefully at everyone in the camp, observing their expressions and reactions.
Now that the war has begun, if there really is a "traitor", it will definitely be exposed now!
But surprisingly... almost no one showed any abnormality, and they were all concentrating on shooting at the enemies outside.
Ryan couldn't help thinking: "Could it be that the 'traitor' is Captain Frank outside? That's not right. There's no point in having a fake match now..."
Just as he was wondering, the captain of the Chamber of Commerce's guard, the third-level "Jungle Hunter" Thomas, rushed to Madam Catherine under the hail of bullets and said urgently: "Master President, if this continues, our camp will be breached sooner or later. I will lead you and the young master to break through!"
It is only natural that the captain of the guard would choose to protect his employer the first time he encounters a crisis.
But for some reason, Catherine's face froze there. She was about to say something, but her face immediately lost its color.
It turned out that when everyone had no time to react, Thomas suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed Catherine in the chest!
This scene was seen clearly by Ryan on the high platform. His pupils shrank suddenly and he shouted in his heart: "This guy is the traitor!"
"How could it be him?!"
He had suspected everyone, but he never expected that the captain of the Chamber of Commerce's guard would be a traitor!
Moreover, with this knife, President Catherine had been stabbed through the body, and blood had soaked a large area of her robe on her chest. It was too late to save her!
