Chapter 399

Chapter 399: The Yellow Sparrow at the Back

The two disguised travelers were definitely assassins from Blackwater, and they were quite formidable.

"Not good!" Nong Lan quickly dropped what she was holding. "We need to inform the Dragon Knight immediately; he’s being targeted and is in danger."

Bayu also panicked. Though the guy was terrifying, they could not let anything happen to him. Their lives were in the hands of the Chinese; if something happened to the pilot, there was no doubt that even if their bait mission succeeded perfectly, it would still mean their demise.

Without hesitation, Bayu spoke into the air, "Report, someone is attacking our last target in Thailand, the Dragon Knight. He was just in the same sleeper compartment as us and is now in danger."

He knew that the small device implanted near the base of the neck by the Chinese could not only track and detonate deadly attacks but could also monitor their conversations.

Nong Lan didn’t hesitate for a second. She quickly grabbed a few walnuts from the table and clenched them in her hand. In the absence of proper weapons, holding something hard would help increase the power of her punches.

Just as she was about to rush out, a tall and muscular bald man squeezed through the doorway, effectively blocking her way. He grinned at Nong Lan and pushed her back with one hand.

"If I were you, I would stay put."

Another member of Blackwater had directly pushed Nong Lan back. The muscular man held a very slender and compact handgun, perhaps disassembled to be brought aboard the train, with the dark barrel aimed at the two inside the sleeper compartment.

This tiny handgun had only four rounds, which was more than enough to deal with the two passengers in the compartment.

The bald man’s gaze shifted to the suitcase under Lin Mo’s bed. He pressed a pendant around his neck with one hand and whispered, "Target identified…"

One of the suitcases was indeed his mission target. As soon as he got his hands on it, he would turn and leave, then use the backup team for cover to evacuate. His mission would be done.

As for the couple, considering their strategic partnership with his superior, he would let them go—for now.

Just as his hand reached for Lin Mo’s large suitcase, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

…

Time rewound fifteen seconds.

Lin Mo had caught up with the crew member selling boxed meals, one hand handing over money while the other reached for the three bags of boxed meals neatly organized in a plastic bag. Suddenly, he jerked his left hand, which was holding the money, back swiftly, feeling a rush behind him as a sound echoed.

Assassins!

As the couple of disguised travelers approached within a meter of Lin Mo, his watch quickly sent him a warning using the Gold Coin feature.

In that instant, Lin Mo’s mind, like a flash of lightning, realized this was a trap—a meticulously designed trap.

The assassins worked in perfect sync, one attacking while the other defended, quickly launching a flurry of strikes. They effortlessly scattered deadly stars at him, using every inch of available space as if they had practiced this countless times, moving seamlessly without any hindrance from the narrow corridor.

The male and female assassins sprang back and forth, their swift movements nearly impossible to track with the naked eye, their thin blades slicing towards Lin Mo’s vital points like a fierce storm.

Behind Lin Mo, a meal cart blocked his escape route, leaving him with nowhere to dodge against the assassins’ rapid-fire onslaught.

In such confined quarters, the Lan Ye Ci was indeed at home, its compact design proving its worth as the blade gleamed ominously. The black-gray edge shimmered with two sharp silver lines.

It bore an unnatural light green hue to the surface and released a slight sweet and bloody smell, clearly coated with a deadly poison. Even a slight scratch could trigger severe poisoning symptoms. While it might not kill instantly, it would significantly weaken the target’s ability to act.

Even if immediate medical intervention allowed someone to survive, the lingering poison would be like a curse for life, an insidious toxin.

The situation felt like a perfectly orchestrated death trap, ready to claim Lin Mo’s life.

Unexpectedly for the two assassins, their target was clearly not an ordinary one. The target, meant to be dead already, seemed to possess abilities no pilot should have.

His counterattack was fierce and unyielding.

Lin Mo held a uniquely shaped short weapon in his left hand, matching his opponents’ speed and intensity in a fierce struggle.

In another world, the Dragon Knight was also a master of cold weapons, unafraid of close-quarters combat with deadly arms.

The immense strength behind this short weapon forced the opponent to halt their advance; several times, the Lan Ye Ci almost slipped from their grip.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of crisp, light clashing sounds echoed in the narrow passageway. The sound of the small assassination weapon, Lan Ye Ci, was limited due to its size, making it nearly impossible to produce loud noises.

Lin Mo’s wrist was restrained by the gold giant dragon evolutionary weapon, which instinctively found it easy to handle the situation, transforming into a uniquely shaped dagger in his hand. The edges gleamed sharply, yet the watch’s features were still evident.

In a different environment, the Gold Coin would have already devoured its meal, as cold weapons—especially metal ones—were like feeding for the gold giant dragon, which wouldn’t even consider something as trivial as a toothpick worthy of its attention.

However, this was a public space, and Lin Mo could not avoid explaining where the enemy’s weapons had gone; once consumed by the giant dragon, there would be no way to retrieve them.

That was the dragon’s bottom line; otherwise, the Gold Coin would have resorted to a deadly struggle with Lin Mo.

"Memory alloy?"

The two assassins took a step back, pausing their assault, staring in disbelief at their mission target. The level of skill displayed was beyond imagination, as if they were facing another assassin, with close combat techniques that rivaled those of a master.

This was merely a display of defense; if he were to attack, it would certainly be quite troublesome.

The voice belonged to the crew member, who had unexpectedly moved to the other side of the meal cart. Blushing furiously, he pushed the cart toward Lin Mo with all his might, his knuckles whitening as he strained to propel it forward.

Yet Lin Mo’s right hand rested lightly against the cart, rendering the crew member—clearly an accomplice of the assassins—helpless in his desperate attempt to shove the cart closer to Lin Mo.

According to the original plan, the disguised assassin should have managed to surprise the target by crashing the cart into him, throwing both assassins into a state of confusion and increasing their chance of a successful strike. In an unforeseen moment, even the best would be caught off guard.

In the confined space, the assassins’ surprise attack had been meticulously planned, with conspiracies intricately aligned and double assurances added.

Yet even the planner of this scheme had mistakenly underestimated their opponent. To know oneself and one’s enemy is to never be defeated, but he lacked knowledge of the enemy.

No one could have imagined that this target not only mastered aerial combat but was also a cold weapon expert with considerable strength, not to mention having a powerful life form, the gold giant dragon, on his wrist.

One person and one dragon—either one alone would be too much for Blackwater’s assassins, let alone both together.

The meal cart stood firmly, seemingly rooted in place.

The two assassins shifted their gaze to Lin Mo’s oddly shaped dagger, realizing his wrist was devoid of any empty space, clearly indicating the dagger that had suddenly emerged was actually the original target’s watch.

This was no ordinary piece of equipment.

The device could transform between a watch and a dagger, featuring a cleverly designed structure with extremely precious alloy formulas.

Memory metal was capable of changing its shape under specific conditions, fittingly described as a shape-shifting metal, able to convert squares to circles with a smooth metallic surface sprouting sharp spikes, transforming naturally to alter physical shapes.

The three assassins clearly did not expect their target to possess such a unique piece of equipment. Lan Ye Ci was already rare, but this device surpassed anything they had ever seen.

Szzz!

"Ah…"

After a strange sound, the crew member suddenly screamed, his face turning pale as he lost control of the cart, collapsing against the wall of the train.

Two young men wearing T-shirts burst out from a nearby sleeper compartment, wielding an exceptionally thick handgun. The fallen crew member’s back was pierced by two fine needles, with electric wires intermittently coiling around them.

Thin wires extended from the needle’s ends, seemingly just severed.

The combination of strong electricity and the needle had knocked the crew member to the ground, causing muscle spasms, curling him into a ball; even a bull would fall before such force.

That was a non-lethal Taser electric gun, making it highly suitable for close-range use in the train’s confined space.

"Get down! We’re from the Security Bureau!"

The young men shouted at Lin Mo, while raising the electric gun again. Three more young men, armed with Tasers, came rushing out from the same sleeper compartment behind the assassins.

…

In the garden, trees stood tall, and cicadas perched high, mournfully drinking dew, unaware of the praying mantis lurking behind;

The mantis crouched low, ready to capture the cicada, ignorant of the yellow sparrow beside it;

The yellow sparrow, stretching its neck to peck at the mantis, unaware of the bullet lying below.

All three sought to gain from the immediate while disregarding hidden dangers lying in wait.

…

The mantis catching the cicada, unaware of the yellow sparrow behind—a trap was set unexpectedly for Lin Mo, Blackwater’s assassins, and the Chinese agents, intertwining them all in this unforeseen snare.