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Chapter 571 - 565, A Perfect Curtain Call! (First Update)_1

Chapter 571: 565, A Perfect Curtain Call! (First Update)_1

The moonlight in Amsterdam was beautiful, especially above the canals, where a bright moon hung at the edge of the sky, accompanied by dazzling stars.

On this very night, Ren He leaped from the sixty-plus meter high cable-stayed bridge, challenging the world’s highest diving record!

The police cars had already surrounded both ends of the cable-stayed bridge. Ren He didn’t think he should forcefully break through the police blockade, for doing so would not only cause more casualties but also would not necessarily mean he could get through.

Before, the people like Mark Pen thought that Ren He would definitely give up occupying the high ground and flee, precisely because of the arrival of these police officers.

But what they didn’t consider was that Ren He, from the beginning, had chosen this place as the high ground to ambush Mark Pen, and had already planned his exit.

His dream belonged to the world of extreme sports, and having the opportunity to challenge the world’s highest diving record in such an environment was something Ren He had long yearned for.

It had been specially tested that once the height exceeded 70 meters if a person hit the water surface horizontally, it was no different from jumping off a building. The result would be nothing less than a shattered body.

Therefore, the world record height of 53.9 meters had stood for many years, as very few people dared to challenge a greater height, a misstep meant certain death.

The lookout, observing through binoculars, saw that young man throw a cello case into the river, and then, as though merging with the night, he spread his arms and dived!

The youth’s body, like a shooting star, traced a spectacularly bright and beautiful arc as he plummeted toward the river’s surface. How could he not be shocked? He suddenly thought of the ’Big Player’ logo and, for some reason, felt it possessed a certain kind of magic.

He watched, his eyes wide, as the youth cut through the water like a fish and then vanished without a trace—falling from such a height, yet not even stirring up a large splash!

"The target was prepared to jump off the bridge a long time ago," someone muttered.

"At this height... we’d probably die instantly if we jumped, right?"

"Let’s not talk too much now, organize a rescue. The Dutch branch will have to be rebuilt; it was destroyed in an instant!" the head of the Dutch branch said, furrowing his brow. They still held a glimmer of hope for Mark Pen’s life, given the long-distance shot to the abdomen – perhaps there was still a chance to save him.

They didn’t understand why, with the shooter’s precision, he didn’t fire again. Logically, the shooter should despise the CIA to the bone, yet it seemed as though he had shown mercy.

In fact, for Ren He, when he stood up and shot down Mark Pen, his heart was at peace.

This battle seemed to be a comment on his previous experience in New York. It had proven that the CIA did not have the capability to check him at all times, and he had demonstrated this to the CIA.

But now, it all seemed meaningless. He was one to hold grudges, always had been, but at this point, the vengeance that ought to be sought was done, and the things that should be ended, had come to an end.

Mark Pen’s fall signaled the perfect close to Ren He’s first bout with the CIA. He seemed unconcerned whether he had killed his opponent or not; he left it to fate.

The meaning of life felt particularly protruding tonight. Ren He felt no need to kill any further because he no longer needed to prove anything through bloodshed. He also wasn’t worried about the CIA bothering him again. Qinghe’s faction was about to truly grow into a towering figure in China’s internet sphere, a tycoon with the myriad ways to solve these issues at his disposal.

Just as the old saying goes, war is always absurd, meaningless. On this blood-soaked night, Ren He gained a deeper understanding of that phrase. Whether the other party would survive or not now depended on their fate.

What Ren He wanted to do most at this moment was to go home and play Dota with Yang Xi, enjoy meals cooked by Fang, and then shoot "Crazy Stone" and "No Man’s Land."

Like completing an extreme sport that pushes the limits of life, for Ren He, diving off the cable-stayed bridge with a Leap of Faith, everything seemed to have come to the perfect end.

He swam away in the dark waters of the Dutch canal, armed only with his pistol and dagger for self-defense, having left the sniper rifle and grenades at the bottom of the riverbed. Carrying those would be inappropriate now, and unlikely to be needed.

The pistol and dagger would be discarded outside the airport, symbolizing the end of this battle.

Though he felt some reluctance, it was time for him to return to normal life.

Ren He swam slowly. Jumping from such a height, even with the diving and swimming skills bestowed by the Divine Punishment System, it felt as though he had been skinned, pain being the most vivid sensation he felt now.

Still, he had achieved another record, and this filled Ren He with an exhilarating sense of triumph—especially since it was completed under extraordinary circumstances!

While this feat wouldn’t be recorded in Knight’s challenge logs due to the urgent circumstances, it was unavoidable.

Ren He returned to the Park Building Hotel with ease. Xu Nuo had informed him that after he left the battlefield, the CIA agents had taken Mark Pen away at great risk, heading westwards.

The Dutch police had no idea where this group had come from, but had already pegged them as suspects in the vehicle explosion on the canal bridge, leaving them no time to worry about Ren He.

Having helpers like Xu Nuo and Steve, who could infiltrate networks and surveillance systems, was indeed a stroke of luck—a capability not limited to just the CIA.

Still, Ren He reminded Xu Nuo to be careful about concealing their identities, not letting the Americans realize they were behind the Prism Project.

For that capitalist nation, human lives were one thing, since politicians and tycoons didn’t particularly care about them. But letting them know the Prism Project’s rhythm was dictated by them, there would be no chance for reconciliation.

After returning to the hotel, Ren He found that the door to the suite next to his had been replaced in just one day. The previous door was riddled with bullet holes—it’s no wonder no guest with any sense would stay there. Overall, Ren He was quite pleased with his hotel experience, wondering what Allen thought about it...

Hardly had he returned when Chen Da came to visit, partly to give Ren He the trophy and partly to discuss travel arrangements for returning home the following morning.

Finally, it was time to return home. The journey to Holland was like entering another strange world, where he had encountered the CIA for the first time and come out unscathed, earned his first drama trophy, one of the highest honors in the field... It was quite magical to think about.

It’s time to go home—someone is waiting there for him.