Chapter 7 Murderous Radar

The small bathroom was only 34 square meters, and a toilet took up one-third of the space. The slightly rusty shower head was still dripping with water. A washbasin and a mirror were hung on one side of the wall.

Chen Ke looked at the person in the mirror. After crossing over for several hours, he had the opportunity to take a good look at himself.

The man in the mirror was an Asian with medium-length black hair and some unruly stubble on his chin. He was about the same age as before he crossed over, no more than 25 years old.

In those black eyes, Chen Ke saw confusion, bewilderment and... madness. And whether from the complexion or temperament, it gave people a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion.

"Nice face." He touched the stubble with a playful expression on his face.

He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, threw it into a small basin beside him, and stared at his figure again.

Not burly, but definitely strong enough. He was the type who looked thin when dressed and had meat when undressed. The muscle lines of his arms were smooth, his chest was thick, and his six abdominal muscles were clearly defined, like a whole plate of chocolate.

But on his arms, waist and abdomen, there were many scars from the past, and he had even been shot in the abdomen. He was sure that his past was not clean.

"Are you taking a shower?" the woman asked outside.

Chen Ke turned on the faucet, and a stream of hot water gushed out of the shower head, and hot steam slowly rose.

In the past few hours, Chen Ke had experienced many incredible things. There was blood and sweat on his body, and it was time to take a shower. He walked into the hot water and let the warm water flow through his muscles.

The woman held a wooden spoon in her left hand and stirred the borscht. The thick aroma of the broth could already smell a hint of paste, but she didn't notice it, but stared at the first-generation iPhone in her right hand.

"Is the package at home?"

The woman looked back and saw the water in the bathroom gurgling, and a wisp of hot air came out from the crack of the door.

She replied to the text message: "Yes, come in through the window."

The woman looked at the bathroom again, with anxiety in her eyes. There was a fruit knife next to her, just in case.

"I'm downstairs." The phone vibrated.

"+50 minutes"

"+50 minutes"

"+50 minutes"

"Lifespan has reached the upper limit"

...

"Red window." The woman quickly replied.

She quietly walked to the door, locked the door with the key, and her heart was beating.

A blond man's head slowly appeared from the window, his blue eyes vigilantly glanced at the room, and when he saw the woman in the room nodded to him, he jumped into the room lightly.

He was wearing a dark blue sportswear and carrying a red triangular backpack. He slowly took out a black FN509 pistol from the holster inside the sportswear, and took out a silencer from his trouser pocket and installed it.

He heard the sound of running water in the bathroom, and looked at the woman again. The woman pointed to the bathroom door, and he made a "hush" gesture, quietly moved to the front of the bathroom door, raised the pistol, and continuously pulled the trigger at the door.

"Bang... click... bang... click... bang... click... bang... click... bang... click..."

The silencer can eliminate the sound of the shell gunpowder exploding, but it can't eliminate the mechanical movement sound of the gun barrel ejecting the shell. However, it's so late, and no one cares about the noise.

The wooden door was shot through by a 9mm bullet, leaving nine bullet holes. There was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, only the shower was still gurgling. The blond man walked to the door and gently opened it. Warm steam came in front of him. There was no one in the room, only a blood-stained red shirt thrown in a small basin in the corner.

He looked back at the woman, and a trace of panic passed through his heart. He saw the woman lying in a pool of blood, her eyes closed, and her lower abdomen was stabbed by a fruit knife, the tip of the knife went from the back to the front.

Maybe it was the killer's intuition, he suddenly felt a huge murderous aura behind him, he looked back and saw a shirtless man preparing to strangle himself.

The blond man raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when he found that the other party had put his thumb into his trigger guard.

He was indeed a professional. He was discovered so quickly after attacking from behind. Chen Ke sighed secretly.

He pushed the blond man and kicked his left knee. The blond man's legs softened and he fell to the ground. But the other party reacted quickly. He rolled back to stabilize his body and pulled the distance. He raised his hand and raised the gun and pulled the trigger continuously at Chen Ke.

However, there was only one handle left in his hand.

Chen Ke whistled and threw the slide and spring in his hand aside.

The blond man turned and ran out the door. When he turned the door handle, he found that the door was locked. Cold sweat ran down his forehead. He gritted his teeth and took out a jumping knife from his pocket.

"The equipment is really complete. It will all be mine later." Chen Ke licked his tongue.

The blond man waved a dagger, and Chen Ke saw that it was a CQC posture.

The opponent's murderous aura continued to flow towards him, but this time it was a little different. The man had a faint red outline in Chen Ke's field of vision, as if he was locked.

Chen Ke deduced that this indicated a hostile prompt. It seemed that he could not only sense the murderous intent within a certain range, but also judge which specific target the murderous intent came from through this red outline.

This ability was very useful, which meant that he could quickly find the lurking attacker in the vast crowd, instead of only knowing that danger was coming but not knowing who the enemy was!

Chen Ke's mouth corners slightly raised, he decided to call this ability "murderous radar", and the previous ability to absorb killing weapons to increase life span was named "murderous vacuum cleaner"

The blond man didn't know what Chen Ke was laughing at, thinking that he was mocking him, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face. He held the knife in his backhand, rushed up in one step, and slashed at Chen Ke's throat.

Chen Ke leaned back to avoid the opponent's sharp blade, and took a step sideways to change his position. The opponent did not leave Chen Ke any room, holding the dagger in his backhand and chasing him, leaving a long cut on Chen Ke's left forearm, and blood immediately flowed.

The blond man smiled, took a step back, and licked the blood on the blade with his tongue.

Chen Ke looked at the wound on his left forearm, and an idea turned in his mind, and a line of small words appeared in the corner of his eyes:

"Consume 30 minutes of life to heal the wound"

Then, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, without even a mark left. He can now freely control when and how to use his life span.

The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that it took 30 minutes to treat fatal injuries and other wounds. It seemed that it was not cost-effective to use this ability to treat a minor ailment.

His life was precious and he had to use it sparingly.

"What the hell?"

The blond man looked like he had seen a ghost and couldn't believe his eyes.

While the blond man was doubting his life, Chen Ke picked up the pot of hot soup on the stove and poured it on the blond man.

The sticky hot soup swung an orange arc in the air, and the meat and vegetables rolled, and the soup hit the killer's face and body.

"Ahhh!!! Fuck!"

The blond man was burned and screamed, covering his burned cheek in pain, but even so, the jumping knife in his right hand was still facing Chen Ke directly. This was the quality of a qualified killer.

Chen Ke immediately rushed up, dodged the jumping knife waving by the blond man, grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and with a force, there was a sound of brittle bone breaking, and the blond man's wrist was twisted by Chen Ke.

Chen Ke tightly grasped the blond man's fist and let him put the jumping knife into his throat. With a "hiss", the blade pierced into the larynx without any hindrance. Chen Ke pulled it and the jumping knife slid out from the other side of the neck. One third of the flesh and blood was cut off from the man's neck. He was like a human fountain, kneeling on the ground while spurting blood.