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Chapter 452 - 446. Return to Juilliard School of Music (Second Update)_1

Chapter 452: 446. Return to Juilliard School of Music (Second Update)_1

The clues about this mysterious sniper had completely vanished, just as if the person really disappeared into that night sky, which made the National Security Agency extremely uneasy because all signs indicated one fact: not only did the person possess deadly skills in murder but also had no qualms about killing.

Moreover, the sniper rifle was missing.

However, in this respect, the National Security Agency was indeed wrong; Ren He cared very much about the fact that he had killed.

The events of tonight were like a dream, and as he turned to walk into the cold darkness, the sense of unreality gradually increased.

He had killed more than twenty people?

Killing more than twenty people from a distance didn’t feel as profound as killing three at close range. As each fresh life passed away at Ren He’s hands, the trace of sadness within him lingered on, but he had no regrets, nor was he afraid.

Regret was superfluous after all, what else could be done after killing?

In the first moments after the battle had ended, Ren He quickly dismantled the sniper rifle and placed it into the special case of the sniper he had found an additional ten bullets in the case.

With these, he only had 17 bullets left, 17 lives.

He had to take the sniper rifle with him, along with his handgun.

Now was not the time to worry about whether he would be caught or anything like that; having a gun was the only way to ensure he could resist if he were to be apprehended. To survive, he could not leave the sniper rifle behind.

Carrying the case, Ren He avoided the surveillance cameras and rushed toward the suburbs where Liu Erbao and the others were; he had already received a text from Liu Erbao, who had picked up Yang Xi.

This quietly relieved him; as long as Yang Xi was safe, everything he had done was to ensure she had a safe exit strategy.

If it had been just him alone in America, none of this would have been necessary.

But now the problem was how to get in touch with Yang En? Probably even Yang En had not expected him to get into trouble so soon, so he must contact Yang En as soon as possible to arrange a retreat for himself and Yang Xi.

Given the situation, Liu Erbao hadn’t been exposed, so Ren He decided to let them take the flight out first thing tomorrow morning, staying far from this vortex.

In fact, he could also leave by plane tomorrow, but what about Yang Xi? Could he leave her alone in America? No, he couldn’t.

That was a firm answer, no.

It wasn’t about witnessing the truth of their relationship through adversity or anything like that; Ren He firmly believed that Yang Xi was the most precious gift fate had bestowed upon him in this lifetime, one he could not afford to lose.

No, now was not the time to go to Liu Erbao and Yang Xi; he had to contact Yang En first, to have him arrange a safe retreat for himself and Yang Xi before he could consider anything else. Who knew if a larger-scale manhunt would take place tomorrow?

Or perhaps the manhunt would start tonight? He couldn’t wait any longer; just getting back to China a day earlier would mean nothing could happen to him.

Suddenly, Ren He changed direction and chased after Yang En and his group, but following his instincts for almost an hour, he hadn’t seen any trace of them.

That’s right, if he could so easily catch up, they would have already been apprehended by the American National Security Agency...

What to do? He definitely couldn’t make a phone call, Ren He frowned and turned back in the direction of Liu Erbao’s place.

Upon seeing Ren He, Yang Xi immediately stood up and grabbed him, scanning him up and down to see if he was injured. Fortunately, there was not a speck of blood on Ren He, his spirits were very good; it was just that his mood seemed somewhat downcast.

"Are you okay?" Yang Xi asked worriedly.

"I’m fine," Ren He smiled, "Your father is fine too, don’t worry, they have already evacuated. However, we can’t leave right now, so just stay here. I need to return to the Juilliard School of Music tomorrow and wait for your father to contact me."

That was the solution Ren He had come up with: since he couldn’t reach Yang En, he would just wait for Yang En to get in touch with him.

He was very certain that his identity had not been exposed, so in the US, he was still the junior professor and a student at Columbia University, not the mysterious sniper.

Ren He knew very well that if the information Yang En and his team were trying to obtain was indeed related to the Prism program, then all electronic communication devices were no longer safe. Yang Xi’s phone would definitely be monitored and tracked, which is why he had her throw away her mobile phone long ago. All their communication was now discreetly conducted through Liu Erbao’s phone.

So he had to return to the Juilliard School of Music, and he also had to let Yang En know that he had returned to the Juilliard School of Music. Ren He believed that Yang En would not ignore his daughter being stranded in the US.

Liu Erbao was stunned at that moment, "You’re going back?"

It seemed almost inconceivable to them; after such a big incident tonight, Ren He was actually planning to return alone to the Juilliard School of Music, back into the public eye. How bold could he be?

But Ren He had no other choice, he wasn’t the protagonist in a movie, he couldn’t just take Yang Xi with him and fight their way across the border to Mexico.

Just as Yang Xi was about to say something, Ren He said with undeniable certainty, "Don’t try to persuade me anymore, you guys can’t change what I have decided. Trust me, I haven’t been exposed, and I must wait for your father to contact me. That’s the only way to have the safest smuggling retreat route."

This was also a consideration for his own sake, leaving Yang Xi behind. It would mean he had merely been reborn in vain, and he would spend the rest of his life in regret. What difference would that make from being dead?

That evening, when only Yang Xi and Ren He were left alone together.

"Did you... kill again?" Yang Xi hesitated and asked, glancing at the briefcase in Ren He’s hand.

Ren He didn’t lie but admitted frankly, "Yes, quite a few." The depressive furrows knitted between his brows were also the aftermath of killing too many people tonight. It didn’t affect him much, but since Ren He was not accustomed to witnessing death and being ruthless, it definitely had an impact.

What he worried about now was whether killing too many people would cause Yang Xi to have a poor opinion of him.

However, he was worrying unnecessarily, as Yang En had once told Yang Xi that Ren He was very complex and had even considered keeping Yang Xi away from Ren He because of this.

When Ren He crushed the assassin’s neck bones with his bare hands that night, Yang Xi understood in that instant just how complicated Ren He really was. She wasn’t a fool; she had stayed in a warzone and knew precisely what it meant for Ren He to kill so cleanly and efficiently.

But she was never just a naive girl. Yang Xi had long understood a principle that Yang En had told her: When the enemy starts to be unscrupulous, your compassion is actually a form of cowardice.

So she didn’t mind how many people Ren He had killed; she was concerned about whether Ren He himself would be affected.

"Go to sleep, I’ll watch over you," Yang Xi made the bed for him, then pushed Ren He into it and lay beside him, gently caressing his cheeks with her soft hands to lull him to sleep.

In the gentle strokes, Ren He’s inner turmoil of sorrow and ferocity gradually faded away, and eventually, he fell into a deep sleep unaware.

Yang Xi looked at the young man who had already fallen asleep, her eyes filled with gentle contemplation.

In that moment, she was reminded once again of the evening’s events when Ren He unhesitatingly returned to the battlefield; his figure was like Mount Tai, steadfast and mightily reliable.

When Yang Xi woke up early the next morning, the space beside her was empty. She understood that he had once again returned to the Juilliard School of Music alone.