SB Ch141: The only exception

Chapter 141: He calculated everything.

An Wujiu’s heartbeat momentarily stopped.

Why?

A bullet pierced through Lilith’s skull, and blood splattered.

The masked man let go of her, allowing her dead body to fall.

Why?

When he saw them, he thought the masked man was using Lilith’s life to threaten him. How could he just kill her like that?

But he did. He shot her directly, as if he had been waiting here, prepared to deliver such a devastating blow.

An Wujiu’s rationality was completely shattered in an instant. He pulled out his gun and aimed at the person in front of him, but the other party acted first, hitting his right shoulder.

Bang—

Just before An Wujiu raised his gun.

The immense pain and shock almost shattered all his internal organs. The gun in his hand fell to the ground from the impact and was kicked away by the masked man.

Through the mask, An Wujiu saw his eyes for the first time, meeting his gaze.

In his violet-blue artificial eye, An Wujiu saw his own face, filled with pain and anger, twisted emotions almost devouring him.

“Don’t doubt it.”

The masked man’s electronic voice was cold and resolute, devoid of any human emotion.

“She is your sister.”

The masked man said the most cruel words in the coldest tone.

An Wujiu, like a madman, drew his long knife and slashed at him, but the masked man seemed to predict it, dodging the attack with a slight movement.

One slash after another.

Even if one slash could cut his flesh and pierce his chest and abdomen.

But not a single one did.

All along, An Wujiu had been the calmest, most unflappable person, with a rational system almost impossible to destroy.

But at this moment, he felt broken for the first time.

The person in front of him predicted his actions, knew where and when he would appear, and even knew his family better than he did.

In front of him, he was just an ant that could be crushed with a finger.

“Who the hell are you?!” An Wujiu slashed at his head, trying to break that haunting mask.

But the masked man just tilted his head, dodging lightly, while raising his hand, gripping An Wujiu’s long green knife.

The blade pierced his glove, and blood flowed down his hand, but the masked man didn’t react.

“I am your nightmare.”

As soon as he finished speaking, just as An Wujiu was about to pull back the knife, there was an isolated collision sound, as if something had been pierced.

The next second, the glass wall behind them shattered, and a bullet flew towards the masked man’s back, aiming for his head.

Just a little bit.

His reaction was too quick; he dodged sideways but couldn’t completely avoid it, and the bullet hit his left shoulder!

The massive impact made the masked man’s body jolt, and he staggered.

In that moment, An Wujiu grabbed the long knife and stabbed fiercely at his chest, but the masked man’s reflexes were faster than he imagined. He dodged sideways, drew a pistol, and fired at An Wujiu, but didn’t aim for a vital spot.

An Wujiu dodged the attack and slashed at his right hand. At that moment, another bullet shot in from outside the window, still aiming for his head!

He would definitely dodge!

Sure enough, the masked man’s sense of danger was as An Wujiu expected, but one person couldn’t fight on both sides. As he dodged sideways, An Wujiu’s knife slashed down like a snake, cold killing intent engulfing, severing the masked man’s right hand, along with the pistol, and dropping to the ground.

An Wujiu was like a beast seeking revenge, an angry animal, his inherent fury and desire for slaughter emerging, unstoppable.

He endured the spreading pain in his heart, pointing the knife tip at the masked man’s head.

“What is your purpose?”

The masked man’s severed wrist bled profusely, hanging at his side. He glanced back, looking through the glass at another building.

There was a sniper that he couldn’t anticipate.

Soon, he turned his head, meeting An Wujiu’s gaze.

But he had no intention of speaking. The more An Wujiu wanted to know, the less he said, instead, he laughed.

The piercing, sharp electronic sound spread like poison gas in the cold space, making An Wujiu’s hatred surge even more.

An Wujiu’s rationality was nearly shattered; he didn’t even dare look at Lilith lying in a pool of blood.

Just one step, just one more step, and he could have saved her.

She had survived in the abyss alone for so long.

It shouldn’t have been like this, absolutely not!

An Wujiu couldn’t control his anger, swinging his knife fiercely at the neck of the culprit before him.

But in the next second, the other’s laughter cooled and disappeared.

The tip of the knife halted, and An Wujiu suddenly heard a painful howl that clearly did not come from a human.

The cold electronic voice was mocking.

“Your companions are on the rooftop now, aren’t they?”

An Wujiu felt his blood freeze instantly.

This person could predict everything.

Not just him.

“Come and kill me.” The masked man took two steps back, pacing around him, clearly reducing the probability of being hit by a sniper.

His voice was devoid of any amusement, yet it was full of ridicule towards him. “But I’m not so easy to kill.”

“How about we have a proper duel?” He pulled out a short knife with his left hand, as if in a show of defiance, clearly telling An Wujiu that choosing to continue fighting him would mean all his companions on the rooftop would die, leaving none alive.

The heart-wrenching howls, through steel and concrete, seemed to let An Wujiu hear Wu You’s screams.

In an instant, all the pain was borne by him.

In the end, An Wujiu still lost to this unknown person, who could precisely hit his weak points.

He maintained the forward stance with his long knife, retreating step by step. In his retreating view, he saw Lilith, who had died with her eyes open, still in pain and terror upon seeing him at the elevator entrance, desperately trying to make him leave, to make him go.

Too late.

An Wujiu retreated into the elevator, unable to immediately reverse everything that had happened.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, in his narrowing view, the numbingly pained An Wujiu saw the masked man raise his only remaining hand.

“An Wujiu, we will meet again,” he said.

At the moment the elevator doors closed, An Wujiu realized the extent of his anger.

He had even forgotten that his clearance couldn’t reach the top floor.

He immediately chose the next floor, then rushed to find the stairs, running upwards as fast as he could, with the howls and screams of the polluted filling his ears, drowning out everything.

There’s still time; there must be time.

Just hold on a little longer.

He finally reached the entrance to the rooftop, but this door was tightly sealed, the electronic lock isolating him from his dying companions.

[Please scan chip to check clearance.]

An Wujiu tried to calm himself down, but he couldn’t.

His hand was shaking uncontrollably, and so was his shoulder.

The system scanned his entire body, and even the brief identification time felt so long to An Wujiu.

He feared hearing a negative response.

[Sorry, you do not have clearance to open this door.]

As expected.

Outside, the sounds had almost disappeared, and An Wujiu’s despair sank into deep silence.

Suddenly, there was the sound of Shen Ti knocking on the door from outside.

“Wujiu, are you in there?”

An Wujiu raised his head, belatedly responding.

“Yes… I’m here.”

“Step back a bit; I don’t want to hurt you.”

He heard Shen Ti say this and suddenly felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

“Okay.”

Despite his hesitation, Shen Ti decided to force the door open.

Even though he didn’t want to.

Under his extraordinary blows, the extremely sturdy door collapsed with a bang.

What appeared before An Wujiu was the worst outcome he had anticipated.

Wu You, who had turned into a pollutant, lay shattered on the rooftop floor, covered in blood and slime, while Zhong Yirou was nailed to the rooftop wall.

An Wujiu couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His right shoulder was still bleeding, and despair drained all his strength. He could only stagger forward. Zhong Yirou’s body lay in front of him, still holding the gun they had given her for self-defense.

Yang Erci’s chest had been pierced by the orifice on a pollutant’s tentacle, exposing her torn internal organs.

An Wujiu walked over, losing the last bit of strength, and knelt before Wu You. He couldn’t see anything and had held on until the last moment for them, with only a barely recognizable head remaining intact.

“He carried Yirou up here,” Shen Ti told him. “And Yang Erci, too, was brought up by Zhong Yirou, who had turned into a pollutant. They were just thinking that if they couldn’t get in through the main door, they might try to break in from another place, not expecting an ambush here.”

At the time, he thought it wasn’t a good idea for everyone to come here together, and having Wu You or Zhong Yirou carry him up the high building wasn’t a good option either, so he himself went to the neighboring building, which had lower security, to lie in ambush and wait for the right moment.

He hadn’t expected to really see that person.

Shen Ti only regretted being too cautious, afraid of accidentally hurting An Wujiu, which is why he couldn’t kill him.

An Wujiu stared blankly at Wu You’s wide-open eyes, speaking weakly, “He predicted I would fight him… so he deliberately delayed, giving his controlled pollutants time to kill everyone here before I came up.”

To witness his companions’ collective demise with his own eyes.

“Shen Ti,” An Wujiu spoke again in an extremely fragile voice, “Lilith is dead.”

Shen Ti felt immense sorrow flowing from An Wujiu’s heart, making him feel utterly heartbroken.

“How could this happen?”

“He killed her,” An Wujiu said with a despairing smile. “Just as I appeared on the 46th floor.”

Everything was part of the enemy’s plan.

An Wujiu finally understood that from the beginning, the enemy had likely predicted he would come to Sha Wen, even knowing that the chip in An Wujiu’s body had Sha Wen clearance, allowing him to take the elevator to the 46th floor. So he had taken Lilith hostage and waited for him at the elevator entrance on the 46th floor, perfectly shattering his mental defenses. Only then would An Wujiu completely ignore everyone else.

The masked man wasn’t alone; he only created that illusion. The puppets under his control had long been ambushed on the rooftop.

An Wujiu’s heart was like a dead pool, without any ripples. Even though he knew he might have a chance to reverse all this, his overconfidence had led to a more tragic outcome.

Everything he thought was the right decision had precisely fallen into the masked man’s trap.

He didn’t know whether to blame the butterfly effect, himself for constantly changing decisions, or the opponent who took pleasure in tormenting him.

There was no chance of winning against such an opponent who could foresee everything and predict all their actions in advance.

In the midst of his extreme confusion, scenes of the masked man’s confrontation with him suddenly flashed before An Wujiu’s eyes.

Shattered glass, a pair of shocked eyes under the mask.

Shen Ti’s bullet.

Ripples emerged in the dead water.

An Wujiu supported himself on the blood-soaked floor with his palm, forcing himself to stand up and pull himself together.

Shen Ti stepped forward to support him, “Wujiu…”

“It’s not over yet; we still have a chance to win…” An Wujiu muttered.

The masked man hadn’t anticipated a sniper lying in ambush outside the window; he hadn’t completely dodged that bullet!

He looked at Shen Ti, his eyes filled with irreparable fragility, brokenness, and even the madness of losing everything. Shen Ti was his only remaining card.

“You are the exception.”

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