69novels Chapter 943 Gas
Chapter 943 Gas
Zhang Du also stood up, her brow furrowed. She had always been confident in her poison skills. The poison arrows were so potent that even a touch of them would paralyze the limbs of ordinary people. How could Gu Nan have vanished into thin air? She stared at Cunning Rabbit, her tone tinged with suspicion. "Alright, stop beating around the bush with me. Do you have a back-up plan?"
But as soon as she finished speaking, she subconsciously turned her head to look deeper into the warehouse—the empty factory was filled with only scattered debris, and the sacks piled in the corner were motionless. There was indeed no sign of Gu Nan. Zhang Du was now truly anxious, his voice trembling as he turned to look at the few men around him who were still able to move: "Where's Gu Nan? Has anyone seen him?"
All she got in response was dead silence. Her men either groaned over their wounds or looked away, clearly unaware of Gu Nan's whereabouts. The air in the warehouse seemed frozen, leaving only the rapid breathing of the two men and the rising panic in their hearts.
The surrounding underlings were all so engrossed in the cunning rabbit that they craned their necks to peer in his direction, completely unaware that Gu Nan had already quietly retreated. By the time they realized what was happening and were about to look for him, there was no trace of him in the warehouse. All they could do was search among the cluttered wooden crates, rifle in hand, their footsteps crackling the broken glass on the floor.
Zhang Du stood there, his face full of shock and disbelief - the poison arrows he had poisoned were made with a secret recipe passed down from his ancestors, which killed instantly on impact. There was no antidote, not even a way to slow down the toxicity. How could anyone be poisoned and still be safe and sound?
At this moment, Gu Nan suddenly emerged from behind a pile of discarded sacks, sat carelessly on a wooden box, and dusted off his hands. "Alright, I'll give you some time to deal with the detoxification. Have you recovered now? Do you still want to continue?"
He had actually been hit by Zhang Du's poisonous arrow just now. The arrowhead brought in a trace of poison when it brushed against his arm, but his body, which had been transformed by the system, had long been immune to all poisons. The toxins were automatically decomposed as soon as they seeped into the blood and flowed out through the wound, without even leaving a red mark.
Zhang Du stared at Gu Nan, his voice trembling: "You...how could you not be poisoned? That's an incurable poison!"
Gu Nan curled his lips and waved the gun he had just seized. "Your only support is useless to me, and now the gun is in my hands. If you know what's good for you, tell me who is behind you, and maybe you can suffer less."
Zhang Du always felt something was wrong, and subconsciously glanced at his men around him. Seeing that they were all pointing their guns at Gu Nan, he calmed down a little and gave a wink to Jiaotu.
The cunning rabbit understood and sneered, "Gu Nan, don't think you can be so strong just because you surrender your gun. Open your eyes and look, my guns are pointed at you now. As long as I give the order, you will be turned into a sieve immediately!"
Gu Nan, however, didn't care. He slowly put the gun aside and pointed at the air around him: "Don't rush to do anything. Take a good smell. Do you smell anything special?"
The warehouse was filled with a faint scent of kerosene, but upon closer inspection, it had a slightly more pungent, sweeter quality than ordinary kerosene. This was because Gu Nan had taken advantage of the chaos and quietly opened the valve on the can of gas he'd been rewarded with, letting the gas slowly diffuse. The smell was very similar to that of a burning kerosene lamp, and without careful analysis, it was completely unnoticeable.
Zhang Du and Jiaotu were both seasoned warriors. Their hearts skipped a beat the moment they smelled the scent. How could they not understand? Gas explodes when it meets fire. Shooting at this moment would be courting death!
"Put away your guns!" Zhang Du shouted hurriedly, "Switch to your knives! Kill him with your knives!"
The younger brothers also reacted, hurriedly put their guns on their waists, pulled out daggers from their boots, and surrounded them with fierce eyes.
Gu Nan watched the approaching crowd, a plan already in mind—he'd anticipated a head-on confrontation would yield no results, so he deliberately released the gas. As for not moving Zhang Du and Jiao Tu for the time being, it was because the surrounding underlings were all desperate criminals. They wouldn't dare act rashly with guns in hand, and switching to cold weapons would only make them even more frenzied. He had to deal with these peripheral threats first.
He slowly stood up, flexed his wrist, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Since you insist on dying, then I will grant your wish."
Gu Nan's hand, gripping the gun barrel, was covered in sweat, the sting of the wound piercing his nerves like a needle, but the fierceness in his eyes remained undimmed. Cunning Rabbit's men pounced on him like hungry wolves, some swinging steel pipes at the back of his head, others stabbing him in the waist and abdomen with daggers, the cold light flashing in the dim light of the factory room, making him dizzy.
He suddenly turned sideways, and the steel pipe brushed his shoulder and hit the iron frame next to him with a deafening "clang". Using the force of the sideways movement, Gu Nan backhanded the butt of his gun and hit the man behind him in the chin. There was a crisp "crack", and the man fell to the ground, covering his mouth, blood foam gushing from between his fingers.
Two more men rushed towards him, one crouching to grab his leg, the other punching him in the face. Gu Nan's center of gravity dropped, and he jerked his left leg back, dodging the man who was grabbing his leg. At the same time, he tilted his head to avoid the fist. The short knife in his right hand was unsheathed, and with a flash of cold light, it accurately slashed the man's wrist. The man screamed, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang. Gu Nan raised his foot and kicked him in the chest, kicking him back repeatedly and hitting the shelf stacked with wooden boxes. The boxes collapsed and buried him halfway.
Just after he dealt with the two, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower back - someone took the opportunity to swing a steel pipe at him. Gu Nan groaned, staggered forward two steps, turned around with inertia, and pointed the gun directly at the man's face. The man was frightened and suddenly stopped, but Gu Nan did not shoot. Instead, he put the gun away, grabbed the man's wrist holding the steel pipe with his left hand, and pressed his right elbow hard into his ribs. With a "puff" sound, the man arched his body in pain. Gu Nan took the opportunity to grab the steel pipe, swung it back, and the steel pipe hit the knee of another brother who rushed up with a gust of wind. The man's legs softened and he fell to the ground holding his knees.
After more than a dozen rounds, the factory was littered with fallen, wailing figures. Gu Nan's shirt was soaked with blood, and the wound on his forehead was bleeding, blurring his vision. He wiped his face with his hand, leaving a bloody handprint that only added to his hideous appearance. The most serious wound was the knife wound on his left arm, deep enough to reveal the bone. Every movement felt like it was on fire, yet his grip on the gun remained eerily steady.
He panted, his back against the cold container, his eyes scanning the scattered figures on the ground. He had fought almost instinctively in that fight—the dull pain of his back colliding with the iron box as he dodged the steel pipe, the sting of his palm from being cut while trying to grab the dagger, the tingling in his ankle from kicking the enemy down—all these sensations mixed together, but they couldn't outweigh the overwhelming determination within him to not lose.