I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 95 Double Kill

The moment Kara hugged Rosen, Rosen's body stiffened slightly.

He could only feel two soft mounds pressed tightly against his arms, their astonishing size palpable even through his combat uniform.

Rosen glanced down at her.

The hem of her burgundy skirt brushed against his legs, and her curves were now pressing firmly against his arm.

I must say, it's quite—subtle.

He's no saint, so when something comes knocking on his door—well, why not take advantage of it?

But now is not the time for tenderness.

He slowly withdrew his arm and gently pushed Kara away.

Kara realized what was happening and looked up, meeting those dark eyes.

In that instant, she suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.

This man—his eyes are so bright.

Even though she couldn't see his expression through the mask, just being looked at by him made Kara feel incredibly shy. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any longer.

Rosen ignored her and turned back to listen to the sounds outside.

Kara's heart was pounding. She secretly raised her head and began to quietly observe the person who had saved her.

so high.

She is 1.72 meters tall and usually quite tall, but standing next to this person, she only reaches his shoulder.

So strong.

When she hugged his arm just now, she could clearly feel the hard muscles below, not the exaggerated bulges from working out in the gym, but the smooth kind.

Chinese?

She looked at that head of black hair and those black eyes, and the thought popped into her head.

She had seen many Chinese people in America; most of them were thin and small, wearing glasses, and working diligently with their heads down.

But this person—

Kara bit her lower lip.

Just then, Rosen spoke, his voice very soft: "What are you thinking about?"

Kara was startled and quickly looked away, stammering, "N-nothing."

Rosen didn't ask any further questions.

He leaned against the wall, his mind racing.

Task, purple item, completion status.

How can I maximize the completion rate?

Protecting the Chromie family — sounds simple, but how exactly? Send Kara back? Too easy, you'll probably only get a blue-tier guarantee.

Help them win the bet? But he knows nothing about gambling.

That leaves only one option. With that thought, Rosen's gaze sharpened.

Kill all the fanged gang assassins here.

Not a single one was left.

What will be the consequences after they're all killed? Will the Fang Gang retaliate fiercely against the Chromie family? Will the Chromie family get into even bigger trouble as a result?

Ha ha.

He couldn't be bothered to care.

The mission only states, "Help the Chromie family defeat the Fang Gang and preserve the family's strength."

There was no mention of "after-sales service." If all these assassins are killed, the Fang Gang will inevitably lose this gamble, and the mission will be complete.

As for the future?

That's a matter for the Cromi family themselves.

What does it have to do with him?

Rosen made up his mind and didn't hesitate any longer. He turned to Kara and said, "You, stay hidden."

Kara paused for a moment, then asked, "Where are you going?"

Rosen didn't answer. He simply tucked the gun back into his waistband, took a new magazine from his backpack, replaced it, and then, sideways and close to the wall, crept towards the corner of the corridor.

Kara opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she said nothing. She simply shrank back into the storage room, squatted in the corner, and hid herself.

Rosen had already disappeared around the corner.

At the other end of the corridor.

The three assassins were huddled together, communicating in hushed tones.

They were three members of a 12-man squad sent by the Fangs gang. They had come to investigate after hearing the gunshots.

"There's been no movement from the boss's side," a bald assassin said in a deep voice.

The other tall, thin man nodded: "Most likely dead."

"So what do we do now?" A burly man with a face full of scars gripped his submachine gun, his eyes fierce. "The gunman is still here. What about our mission?"

The bald assassin paused for two seconds, then said, "Split into two groups."

He pointed to the tall, thin man: "You, go around through the corridor on the left."

He then pointed to the burly man: "You, come with me, and we'll go through from the front."

"No matter how good that kid's marksmanship is, he's still just one person. There are three of us, going in two directions. He can only take care of one side, not the other."

The tall, thin man nodded, crouched down, and crept towards the corridor on the left.

The bald assassin and the burly man exchanged a glance, then moved forward slowly, one on the left and one on the right, close to the wall.

Their plan is indeed quite good.

If the opponent is just an ordinary gunman, this flanking tactic is almost guaranteed to kill.

But what they didn't know was that Rosen was listening to every step they took.

Rosen was leaning against the wall behind the corner, his eyes closed, listening intently.

One on the left, two on the right.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

Instead of waiting where he was, he headed straight for the corridor on the left.

First, deal with the lone ones.

The tall, thin man was walking forward with his back bent.

He walked very carefully, making sure each step was firm before taking the next, and always keeping the gun pointed forward.

He trusted his teammates; even if the two men facing him couldn't kill the gunman, they could at least hold him off.

Once he gets around to the back, they'll attack from both sides—

boom!

A muffled gunshot rang out.

The tall, thin man felt a chill in his chest, followed by intense pain.

He looked down and saw a bloody hole in his chest, from which blood was gushing out.

"What's wrong——"

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only managed to utter a single syllable before collapsing straight down.

Before he died, he saw a figure emerge from the shadows beside him.

Black combat uniform, black mask.

Those eyes looked at him calmly.

The tall, thin man's eyes slowly lost focus.

The bald assassin and the burly man were inching forward along the wall, but after many probing attacks, they had encountered nothing.

"Where is he?" the burly man asked in a low voice.

The bald assassin frowned, a sense of unease rising within him.

Just then.

boom!

A gunshot rang out from the left.

The bald assassin's expression changed: "Damn it!"

He turned abruptly and rushed down the corridor to the left.

The burly man followed closely behind.

The two rushed into the left corridor and saw the tall, thin man's corpse.

He lay in a pool of blood, his eyes still open, and the bald killer's heart sank to the bottom.

boom!

Another gunshot rang out.

The burly man screamed in pain, clutching his thigh and collapsing to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but the excruciating pain in his legs made it impossible for him to exert any strength.

Ignoring his teammates, the bald killer almost instinctively lunged for cover and hid behind a pillar.

His heart was pounding.

too fast.

too fast.

From the moment the tall, thin man died until now, less than ten seconds have passed.

Who exactly was that gunman?

Rosen hid in the shadows at the end of the corridor, a slight smile playing on his lips.

There are two left.

One was hiding behind a pillar, while the other, with an injured leg, was lying on the ground.

He glanced at the burly man lying on the ground, then at the bald man behind the pillar.

He didn't rush over directly, nor was he in a hurry to kill the wounded man. Instead, he took a few steps back and disappeared into the darkness. The bald assassin hid behind a pillar and waited for a few seconds, but heard no movement.

He waited a few more seconds.

Still nothing.

He gritted his teeth and peeked outside.

no one.

He took a deep breath, peeked halfway out from behind the pillar, pointed the gun forward, and fired!

A bullet grazed his scalp and made a small hole in the wall. The bald assassin was so frightened that he shrank back behind a pillar.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

Almost.

It was so close.

Rosen leaned against the wall and gently blew on the muzzle of his gun.

No rush, he has plenty of time.

He listened intently; the burly man was still groaning, while the bald assassin hid behind a pillar, too afraid to show his face.

He thought for a moment, then took something out of his backpack.

A small round plate.

That was a powerful hydraulic wall-breaking device (disposable). Although he could kill someone without it, he suddenly wanted to splurge.

He glanced at the wall beside him, then at the spot behind the pillar, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.