Dragon's Origin

Chapter 102: No One Can Kill in the Inner City (Part 2)

Who would want to kill me at this time? Wang Sheng couldn't determine it yet, but one thing was certain: it must be those who didn't want Wang Sheng to reveal the secret of Yuan Soul upgrades.

It's laughable that these people are so afraid of him speaking out, even though they don't even know what Wang Sheng is going to reveal? Looking at the corpse of the middle-aged assassin in front of him, Wang Sheng began to feel lingering fear.

Every time Wang Sheng escaped death, he would feel a moment of lingering fear. This was human instinct, impossible to resist. The difference was that Wang Sheng was absolutely calm when things happened, and only felt fear after everything was over.

The middle-aged assassin was very strong, and even a close-range shot from a Glock 17 couldn't do anything to him. However, the three bullets he casually flicked out left three small pits in Wang Sheng's helmet, making Wang Sheng's head buzz even now.

Fortunately, with the sniper rifle against his chest, the opponent couldn't escape. But the scene where the skinny man caught the sniper bullet like catching a fly with one hand made Wang Sheng extremely wary.

Wang Sheng couldn't see the cultivation realm of this middle-aged assassin, but it was estimated to be no lower than the Third Realm. He couldn't see through the skinny man either, but Wang Sheng could already imagine that perhaps he had exceeded a certain realm, and his sniper rifle might not be very useful.

The pistol bullets were already the last six, and they were all fired. This also meant that the Glock 17 had become a piece of scrap iron from now on. The equipment Wang Sheng brought from Earth was becoming less and less, and it was likely that it wouldn't be of much use against powerful enemies.

The people of Worry-Free City would help Wang Sheng kill enemies, but they wouldn't help him do more. Wang Sheng could only lean against the wall and slowly recover.

The incident happened on the street where the Assassin's Hall was located. People from the City Lord's Mansion, Baoqing Surplus Hall, and Yu Baozhai came very quickly, but the people from Baoqing Surplus Hall were closer and took advantage. The shopkeeper protected Wang Sheng with a few people first, and then the people from the City Lord's Mansion and Yu Baozhai rushed over.

At this time, no one dared to be careless. Baoqing Surplus Hall and Yu Baozhai were both in the outer city, and it was hard to guarantee that someone wouldn't take the opportunity to assassinate him again. So the shopkeeper of Baoqing Surplus Hall simply sent Wang Sheng back to his mansion, as the inner city was still safe. As for the people from Yu Baozhai, they had quickly gone to invite the old imperial physician and alchemist.

The people from the City Lord's Mansion were very angry, especially the steward who rushed over after hearing the news. If Wang Sheng was killed at this critical moment, no matter if he was killed in the outer city, the steward wouldn't be able to escape the blame.

"Investigate!" Just a simple word, but it contained the steward's monstrous anger. Countless experts began to run around for this, investigating the details and origins of the assassins.

The things on the two assassins killed by Wang Sheng had already been taken out by the shopkeeper of Baoqing Surplus Hall in front of Wang Sheng. The corpses were left to the steward, and the shopkeeper took a few people and carefully sent Wang Sheng back to the mansion.

The old imperial physician and alchemist invited by Yu Baozhai also rushed over, and gave Wang Sheng a pulse and examination as soon as they came up. After a chaotic moment, they came to a conclusion.

Internal injuries! There was nothing to say about this. Wang Sheng vomited two mouthfuls of blood on the spot, his chest and abdomen were still in pain, and his head was buzzing. It would be strange if he didn't have internal injuries.

There was no immediate effect medicine for this kind of injury, and it could only be recuperated slowly. The medicine Wang Sheng had taken before was right for the symptoms, and there was no need to change anything special. In their opinion, Wang Sheng's body was getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't tolerate supplements. Even if there were good things to supplement, they couldn't be used casually.

Finally, the old imperial physician and alchemist left, and the shopkeeper of Baoqing Surplus Hall left two maids to serve him, and also left Wang Sheng's mansion. This was the inner city, and no one dared to kill people here, especially those with names, surnames, roots, and could be traced. It was even more impossible to break the law.

The steward also came over in person and comforted Wang Sheng before leaving. Wang Sheng was finally able to calm down and recuperate.

Wang Sheng was settled down, but in another secret place in the inner city, a group of experts were studying the two corpses killed by Wang Sheng.

The young assassin was shot three times. The first shot to the chest had no effect, and the fatal wound was the gunshot wound to the eyes. The bullets from the two pistols had been dug out, and the other four bullets had also been found and sent here for analysis.

The old assassin's body was also there, and the holes in his chest and back were nakedly presented in front of a group of experts. Not only that, the sniper bullet caught by the skinny man at the scene was also observed one by one along with the pistol bullets.

"These six were fired from a small thing." The skinny man who caught the sniper bullet was speaking. At this moment, he was introducing it to everyone with a piece of animal skin. A simple pistol graphic was drawn on the animal skin: "Superior iron material, already deformed, medium power. The killed early Third Realm cultivator was killed twice."

"Dai Huan, who was said to be killed by Wang Sheng from the Dai family, also seemed to be killed by such a thing." Someone immediately brought it up. When the Song and Dai families were looking for someone to hunt down Wang Sheng, they also asked people from Worry-Free City to identify what hidden weapon it was. The speaker was the person who went to handle the matter at that time.

"None of the people who took action today were from Worry-Free City." The steward was also among them, and first said the results of his investigation: "This old man is at least a Fifth Realm cultivator."

Everyone looked at the hole in the chest and back of the middle-aged assassin, and felt a chill in their hearts. A Fifth Realm expert was instantly killed by an unknown ordinary person. How powerful was the weapon in Wang Sheng's hand?

"I didn't see the long one clearly, I only saw that it was very long." The skinny man was at the scene at the time, and was blocked by the middle-aged assassin. He didn't see the appearance of the M200, but he could judge that it was a long one: "The thing fired from it is very powerful."

"This thing is amazing." The skinny man picked up the sniper bullet and showed it to everyone: "Several blacksmith experts have seen it, but none of them recognized what material it was. It is definitely not simple high-quality steel. I tried it, it is heavy and hard. If such a small thing is made on the edge of a dagger, it can create a good sharp weapon."

Armor-piercing bullets generally use high-density and high-hardness materials. This world does not have precise chemical analysis, and can only determine that it is a certain metal, but cannot know the specific material.

"After this thing penetrated this guy, I received this thing." The skinny man continued: "I felt the power in it, it was very strong."

"I roughly estimated that a Fifth Realm expert cannot resist it." The skinny man's cultivation was not low, and his status was not low. His words were very authoritative: "The good news is that if a Sixth Realm expert wears good armor and has spiritual energy to protect his body, he can ensure that nothing will happen. Above the Sixth Realm, this thing will not be a threat to us."

"That's good." The steward's face was heavier than ever, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief: "I just don't know how much of that fire-releasing thing he has left."