This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 387 Assassin’s Loop

Chapter 387: Chapter 387 Assassin’s Loop

Chen Ke paused at Fountain Square, surveying the entire street, attempting to establish simple visual landmarks.

He drew a line in his mind and placed the fountain as a central point, marking it in the middle of the line.

Then, he strolled with the crowd, observing the buildings on either side of the street, remembering the tallest ones.

Next, he quickly scanned the entire street again, memorizing the general color tones, and used some exceptionally bright shops as nodes, dividing the street into sections based on colors.

Soon, he divided the entire street into five major nodes with landmarks labeled "church," "bell tower," "office building," "mall," and "fountain."

He then divided these five nodes into four sections colored white, blue, red, and green.

Following that, he used the fountain as an anchor point, which would allow him to maintain a general sense of relative position in his mind no matter how he moved.

This was the method that assassins or top agents used to quickly interpret unfamiliar scenes and create subconscious mental maps.

Chen Ke returned to the fountain and sat on its edge, coldly watching white ambulances rush back and forth.

Every 3-4 minutes an ambulance appeared, and after they handled the bodies, they would return in another 3 to 4 minutes. Chen Ke needed to observe the position each ambulance headed to.

First, Chen Ke needed to determine if Harlowin’s appearances were truly random or pseudorandom. If pseudorandom, like the safes in the warehouse, there was a pattern.

Agent Harlowin had deduced a pattern from 300 deaths, and Chen Ke planned to do the same.

Whether truly random or pseudorandom, he only needed to head to the location where the ambulances frequented most and wait for the rabbit.

Harlowin’s appearance was one thing; the assassin’s locations were even more crucial.

How many assassins were there? What methods did they employ in their assassinations? At least Chen Ke had confirmed there would be snipers.

Would the assassins reset with every restart, and were their positions fixed?

Regrettably, Chen Ke couldn’t enter any of the buildings on this sealed-off street. If an assassin appeared on the rooftop of one of these buildings, he was truly at a loss.

His 67-type pistol carried few rounds; six in the chamber and only one magazine left.

If the opponent used a sniper from the bell tower or church rooftop, he had no choice but to run.

Chen Ke observed for another fifteen minutes and noticed that the ambulance never approached the fountain. In dozens of cycles, at least half ended at the far right end of the street.

Since he no longer needed hundreds of observations to identify the area where encountering Harlowin was most likely, Chen Ke saw no reason to wait further.

He walked towards the right side of the street, taking about six minutes to reach the air wall. During this time, an ambulance appeared again but didn’t head this way.

He ignored it, leaning against a lamppost, watching the throng of people.

The area was under the scope of the church, lined with a row of second-hand electronics stores, their bright white lights making the location brightly lit. Thus, Chen Ke marked this as the white zone.

On the Baroque-style church, Chen Ke spotted something familiar on the columns flanking the porch—a relief of a masked goddess holding scales.

"How could this be here..." Chen Ke couldn’t help but move closer for a better look, but the air wall prevented him from stepping onto the porch.

Just then, a blonde woman in a white suit emerged from the church’s large doors.

She appeared to be in her 30s, a typical beauty of the United Federation style but exuding a chill and distant air. The woman, clicking down the steps in her high heels, brushed past Chen Ke.

It was unexpected to find such a type in this world of utility people. She melded into the crowd and disappeared within seconds.

"Hmm... very pretty," Chen Ke remarked.

He returned to the lamppost and crossed his arms to wait, another four minutes passing.

Harlowin hadn’t shown up yet; perhaps he was unlucky this time, or maybe she died on the other end of the street...

Just as he thought this, the siren of an ambulance sounded in the distance, no more than 40 meters from Chen Ke, causing a commotion among the crowd.

Startled, Chen Ke quickly ran towards the commotion, pushing through the chaotic crowd to witness a woman in a purple dress with white hair lying in a pool of blood.

Isn’t that Harlowin? Who would have thought she’d die quietly so close to her own place!

Chen Ke crouched beside Harlowin, examining her wound. The stab wound was in the waist, about two fingers wide, evidently inflicted from behind as it pierced through the liver.

Harlowin wasn’t dead yet, unable to speak due to the pain, but with such injuries, her death was only a matter of time. Suddenly, she fiercely grabbed Chen Ke’s wrist, her mouth gaping as if she wanted to tell him something.

"What do you want to say?" Chen Ke asked.

By then, an ambulance had already stopped by the roadside, and an android medic hurried over from it.

"I...I..." Harlowin tried to speak but failed, ultimately closing her eyes.

Chen Ke stood up and watched as the medics zipped her body into a body bag.

The crowd around slowly dispersed, acting as if nothing had occurred, continuing their hurried walk on the street.

Chen Ke sighed and scanned the shops on the street. Harlowin had unquestionably appeared here, but how? Had she just suddenly materialized?

Suddenly, a flash of white caught his eye. He spotted a woman in a white suit among the crowd, with a trace of red blood on her right cuff.

This woman was an assassin.

Chen Ke immediately gave chase, drawing his Type 67 pistol and approached the woman unexpectedly from behind, pressing the gun to her waist.

The woman felt the muzzle against her waist and slowly halted. She tried to turn her head but stopped halfway.

Chen Ke wasn’t sure if, besides Harlowin, other androids in the photo space could communicate, but he didn’t mind trying.

"How many of you are there?" Chen Ke asked.

"And you...?" the woman surprisingly countered.

"Interesting... I thought you’d be mute." Chen Ke said.

"Why are you here?" the woman asked.

"Answer my question first, or I’ll ruin your kidney," Chen Ke said sternly.

"Spoil one, and there’s still another," the woman said.

"So, you’ll return again, right?" Chen Ke smirked.

"Will you do the same?" the woman also smiled.

"That’s none of your concern," Chen Ke said.

"I don’t care about what you just said," the woman said.

"Answer the question, fast!" Chen Ke threatened.

"You, are not important," the woman laughed and turned to face Chen Ke.

Chen Ke stepped back, aiming at the woman’s chest.

Suddenly, the woman whipped out her dagger and violently stabbed it into her own neck. Her face contorted ferociously, her eyes bloodshot, her teeth clenched as she gripped the handle of the blade and pulled it horizontally, slicing her neck halfway through.

Her head dropped onto her chest; blood sprayed out like a fountain. She collapsed to the ground, her body turning sideways, her head barely attached by a flap of skin.

"Damn..." Chen Ke stepped back swiftly, not wanting the woman’s blood on him.

The body lay on the ground for mere seconds before slowly becoming transparent, disintegrating into nothingness, and the blood on the ground quickly disappeared.

Chen Ke holstered his gun, still unable to process what had just occurred. Something clicked in his mind, and he quickly walked to the entrance of a church.

After waiting for more than three minutes, the woman in white reemerged from the doors, stepping down the stairs, passing by Chen Ke as if they had never met.

Meanwhile, the shrill siren of an ambulance sounded, and a white ambulance rushed past Chen Ke from behind, heading towards the other end of the street...