Chapter 265: Who Is the Green Scorpion
Upon hearing this, Shaoying suddenly lifted his previously lowered head, his eyes turning cold as he stared fixedly at Zhang Yang, his slightly murky earth-yellow eyes radiating a fierce killing intent, as if he wanted to swallow Zhang Yang whole, yet within the hatred there was also a faint trace of even more complex and indistinguishable emotion.
"Are you afraid? Right?" Perhaps too much killing had gradually hardened Zhang Yang's heart. He glanced indifferently at his right hand holding the Type 92 pistol, the back of his hand stained with the fresh blood that had splattered when he used a dagger to slash the throats of several of Shaoying's subordinates. The smell of blood was thick and metallic, but he seemed used to it—maybe numb.
"She can definitely blow your head apart with one shot! I will see your head turned into a bloody mess." Shaoying finally squeezed out a sentence through his tightly pressed lips.
The fog gradually dispersed, and the warm sunlight pierced through the thin veil, once again spreading its heat through the tranquil mountains. The bone-piercing chill in the valleys slowly melted, replaced by a faint warmth.
For a sniper, the dispersal of heavy fog was a blessing. With the clear blue sky and bright sunshine, it was undoubtedly even better.
Although it was late winter, for the southern Huaxia Southeast Province—and especially Shangyan City in the southern part of the province—it was already early spring.
"Is that so? If that's the case, I'll give you a chance." Zhang Yang remained smiling. He knew this man in front of him was waiting—waiting for that Green Scorpion to come to the rescue.
But he was also waiting—waiting for Pan Ningning.
He had looked into the Green Scorpion's information. It was simple—just a few words.
"Beautiful, venomous, countless kills…"
The key was the last line: Lover of Shaoying, the leader of the Green Group!
That Green Scorpion was Shaoying's lover, with godlike shooting skills. And according to Ao Tian's investigation, the Green Scorpion was possibly involved in the ambush that killed Tang Duan years ago.
Tang Duan was shot dead, hit by seven bullets in total—two in the shoulders, two in the thighs, one in the abdomen, and two in the chest. All bullets were from a Type 54 modified pistol. But the file Ao Tian gave Zhang Yang mentioned one line: The truly fatal bullet entered his heart, and the trajectory was abnormal, because the bullet entered from the back.
What was intriguing was that Tang Duan also carried a gun at the time, loaded and in hand, meaning he had already sensed danger. But strangely, not a single bullet had been fired from his pistol.
From the pattern of his wounds, he must have fought fiercely and dodged desperately. Although he was nearly fifty, he had been a soldier for many years. Facing Brother Qiang and his men, there was no reason he wouldn't fire even once.
Ao Tian's conclusion was that the fatal shot might not have been fired by Brother Qiang or his men, but by someone else. Judging by the bullet trajectory, that shot likely came from another direction. The window beside the sink outside the restroom was open at the time, so if someone fired from the opposite Longhua Hotel, it wasn't impossible.
Ao Tian had once hinted to him that through private investigation, he discovered that on the night of the incident, about forty-five meters away from Lvtian Hotpot City—directly facing the restroom washroom window—was the window of Room 307 in Longhua Hotel. And a person stayed in that room that night. That person was the Green Scorpion.
Making a bold assumption: the Type 54 modified pistol had a range of 50 meters. If that fatal shot was indeed fired by the Green Scorpion, then her skill was terrifying. More than forty meters was near the upper limit of the pistol's range, yet she still struck Tang Duan's heart with precision. How god-tier must her marksmanship be?
The files also noted that the woman was Shaoying's lover, and Shaoying supposedly had deep connections with Master Sheng.
Looking at Shaoying's expression—like he wanted to devour him—Zhang Yang could already guess how much he cared about that Green Scorpion. And if he cared, then he certainly didn't want to die so quickly.
"What chance?" Sure enough, Shaoying spoke.
Zhang Yang smiled faintly, bent down, picked up the guns dropped by Shaoying and the dead killer, stuffed them into his coat, then nodded toward the path down the mountain: "Go. I'll give you a chance—to see whether your lover dies first, or I do."
Shaoying didn't move!
Zhang Yang sneered coldly: "What's wrong? Should I just blow your head off here and let you wait for her underground first?"
Shaoying looked at Zhang Yang, hesitated for a moment, and finally began walking down the mountain. At this moment, his heart felt like a jar of mixed spices—an indescribable mess.
His hand hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain inside.
What the hell was this ambush?
The Green Group had mobilized everyone, but things had barely begun and most of their men were already dead. Even he, the leader, had become a prisoner. If word spread, it would be a laughingstock.
The twenty to thirty meters of path took him five or six minutes to walk. When he reached the bottom of the mountain, he finally saw the rest of the others.
When they saw Zhang Yang coming down safe and even bringing back a prisoner, they didn't say much, but joy was written all over their faces.
"Boss, you're amazing." After holding it in for a long time, Lao Yi finally couldn't resist blurting this out. Zhang Yang only smiled. In truth, he had survived by the skin of his teeth, and if not for Lao Yi's precise coordination and that upgraded Anti-Sniper Acoustic Detection System, it would've been impossible to sneak up silently and kill everyone.
But he was also injured—though only lightly. He didn't mention it, instead walking forward and patting Lao Yi on the shoulder.
"Boss, go rest first." Lao Yi said, his gaze falling on Shaoying behind Zhang Yang.
Likewise, Shaoying's gaze also landed on Lao Yi, whose face was full of stubble. The two locked eyes, and Shaoying spoke first, frowning: "You're Lao Yi?"
"You know me?" Lao Yi also frowned, looking surprised.
"Hmph, of course I know. Years ago, your Wild Dragon Assault Team assisted the Hexi police in capturing five fugitives. They resisted arrest with guns. You alone killed three, one was captured, and one escaped."
"The one who escaped… was that you?" Lao Yi examined Shaoying's face.
"Hmph. One of the men you killed—Tu Yao—was my younger brother."
"You're Tu Long." Lao Yi's fists clenched instantly, his expression becoming ferocious as he stared at Shaoying.
Seeing Shaoying and Lao Yi suddenly about to tear each other apart, Zhang Yang walked back over, looked at Lao Yi, and asked: "What's going on? You two know each other?"
Lao Yi's eyes were fixed on Shaoying as he nodded: "This bastard—years ago, his younger brother robbed a bank, killed a pregnant woman, committed countless evil acts, and carried a whole arsenal, not even putting the local armed police in his eyes. I happened to be stationed locally then and was ordered to assist the police in eliminating their gang. His evil brother was killed on the spot."
"Five years ago, two brothers who participated in that arrest had their entire families slaughtered—including even an eight-month-old baby. The killer arrogantly revealed his own identity, saying his name was Tu Long, the older brother of Tu Yao—and that everyone involved in his brother's arrest should wait for him…"
"Four years ago, my father went to withdraw money at a bank and was suddenly shot and brutally killed in the street…" Lao Yi's eyes grew icy with killing intent. "The police couldn't find the culprit, but I investigated privately. The murderer used a Type 54 modified pistol—the same as the bullets found in the slain brothers' families."
"Haha, that's right, I did all of it." Shaoying looked at Lao Yi without a hint of fear. "You killed my brother. He was only eighteen. I swore I'd kill eighteen people for him."
"Your brother deserved it!"
"Hmph, enough nonsense. Since I fell into your hands today, just kill me already. If I so much as frown, I'm not Tu Long."
"Want to die? That's easy!" Lao Yi kicked him hard in the chest.
Shaoying fell to the ground. The wound on his hand—destroyed earlier by Zhang Yang—began bleeding again. But his face showed no pain. Instead, he stared at Lao Yi, grinning savagely: "Haha, whatever. Even though I haven't killed eighteen people yet, I've done enough. Want to know how your father died? That old man—first I shot him in the thigh, he couldn't run. Then I went up to him and crushed his wounded leg under my foot. The old man screamed for help—cried in pain."
"When he screamed, I got pissed. I thought, this old bastard is really noisy. So I shot again, blew apart his mouth so he couldn't speak. He couldn't speak, blood everywhere, but he still grabbed my pants. So what could I do… mmph!"
"Shut up!" One of Lao Yi's men could no longer listen. He rushed up and punched Tu Long in the eye socket.
Shaoying grunted, but his mouth did not stop. He didn't even bother wiping the blood flowing from his eye. He continued: "So what could I do? I shot him again, breaking his hand… mmph…"
"Keep talking, huh!?" Another of Lao Yi's men kicked him in the face, then pulled out a dagger…
"Stop!" This time, it wasn't Zhang Yang shouting—but Lao Yi, eyes wide and face twisted with rage.
"Tu Long, I ask you—three years ago you kidnapped Li Ping. Where is she now?"
"Haha, finally remembered?" Lying on the ground, Shaoying turned sideways, staring proudly at Lao Yi. "Aren't you married now? Still can't forget your ex-fiancée?"
Pain flashed across Lao Yi's face. His fists tightened, knuckles whitening as he took a step forward. "Speak. Where is she?"
"No problem telling you—she is the Green Scorpion." Shaoying let out a strange laugh.
"The Green Scorpion?" Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment. Damn, this was trouble.