Atlas of Heaven and Earth-Chapter 307: Interception

The Atlas of Heaven Fetal Heart Chapter 77: Interception. The assistant argued on principle: "That belongs to Manager Zhao "s security personnel , it's allocated to the supervisor by the Company, why can't they be taken away together? If Manager Zhao has an accident, can you take responsibility for that?"

The Peregrine Falcon remained unmoved, his tone cold and unforgiving: "That's how it is in Central City, but when performing transportation missions, all individuals are part of the transport team's defensive strength, even Manager Zhao himself. However, considering he is unwell, I personally agree to him returning.

If Manager Zhao feels this arrangement is inappropriate, he can send a Telegram to the head Company to appeal. If the head Company allows it, I personally have no objections."

Zhao Qian reached out to stop the assistant from continuing to argue. A Telegram would take a lot of time to send back and forth, and as his condition gradually worsened, he couldn't delay any longer and had to return as soon as possible. Besides, with Chi Duan escorting, he should be able to handle most situations.

The assistant immediately understood his meaning, swallowed his dissatisfaction with the Peregrine Falcon, and immediately had the special car detached from the convoy, stopping it behind so that Chi Duan could also sit in the car for better protection.

The entire transport convoy drove forward through the billowing dust, while they turned around and headed back towards Central City.

Only about twenty minutes later, when they were still some distance away from Central City, a person suddenly appeared in the middle of the road directly ahead on the National Highway.

Chi Duan couldn't help but straighten up and look at the person. This scene felt somewhat familiar, the same National Highway, the same majestic figure, and himself sitting in the same luxury car, giving him the feeling that time was distorted for a moment.

Zhao Qian was lying on the seat on the side at this moment. He keenly noticed something was wrong and asked weakly, "What's going on?"

Chi Duan sighed and said, "Someone is blocking the way. Mr. Zhao, do you remember the last time you asked me to go to Yang Zhi? I was stopped by this same person."

The moment Zhao Qian heard these words, his expression suddenly changed, because he knew who Chi Duan was talking about. If it was this person, even if he himself was still in good condition, he and Chi Duan together might not be a match.

Chi Duan considered for a moment and said, "I can try to hold him off for a while, but Mr. Zhao, you'll need to manage the rest of the journey yourselves."

Zhao Qian said very decisively, "That's the best decision."

Martial Artists are fast enough to outrun vehicles in a short time, and it's not difficult for them to disrupt a car's balance and equipment, so if no one confronts him at this moment, the person opposite could easily overturn the vehicle. Therefore, hiding inside the car to avoid a fight is definitely not a good idea.

Someone has to go down to stop him.

Chi Duan said to the assistant, "Take care of Mr. Zhao." After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.

Once Zhao Qian heard his footsteps moving forward, he whispered, "Drive!"

The driver responded and quickly turned the steering wheel to the side, increasing the speed.

Zhao Qian couldn't see the situation outside, but he could hear the sounds of fists and feet colliding. When they passed a certain point, the car body shook violently as if it had jumped, and then landed heavily after a while, stabilizing itself, while the breathing of the driver and assistant suddenly became very rapid.

However, the car soon moved away from the sounds of collision.

At this time, Zhao Qian felt that the abnormality in his body seemed to have disappeared. He regained some strength, took a piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to the assistant, and instructed, "Send this Telegram."

This was a backup plan he had left, but he didn't know if it would be in time.

After the assistant left to send the message, he drank some water and put himself to sleep, needing to use sleep to speed up his recovery.

However, it seemed like he had only closed his eyes for a short time when he felt the car speed slowing down again. Zhao Qian was very sensitive to this change and immediately opened his eyes. He noticed that the assistant was very tense, seemingly trembling slightly. Realizing something, he said in a deep voice, "Help me up."

The assistant quickly helped him sit up. Zhao Qian looked over and saw a car parked on the side of the road, with a figure holding a Long Sword standing there. A brownish-red scarf covered the lower half of his face, and the wind blew, causing the scarf to flutter continuously.

The assistant was sweating profusely and said somewhat panicked, "Supervisor , that's a General Affairs Bureau uniform, what, what should we do?"

Zhao Qian looked at the figure, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Send another Telegram. Send our current location and position."

The assistant quickly turned to the side to put on his headset.

Zhao Qian stared at the front. Although he had never actually met Chen Chuan , he had seen his photo before, and the moment he saw the figure, he instinctively felt that the person standing in front of him was Chen Chuan . After pondering for a moment, he instructed the driver , "Charge over!"

"Yes."

The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator, increasing speed, and crashed towards the person standing there. In fact, he had been thinking just now that it would have been better to just crash into that Martial Artist earlier, so why get out of the car?

Chen Chuan , holding the Snow Emperor Blade, stood there quietly. Although he was not in the city and could not see the scene of the Supernatural Entity tearing apart the target like You Xing did that day, he could feel from the Supernatural Entity's feedback that the destructive power this time was not small.

The return of this special car further proved that Zhao Qian had suffered considerable harm and had to return towards Central City.

Everything was as he expected.

And next, it was time to end it.

Watching the vehicle accelerate towards him, he didn't dodge but instead took the initiative to walk forward, increasing his speed. At the moment before the two were about to collide, he suddenly took a step to the left, simultaneously spinning around, and with the Long Sword in his hand, he made a horizontal slash at the speeding car!

Zhao Qian "s pupils shrank, and he leaned back abruptly.

The upper end of the car body was immediately cut open by the blade, with sparks erupting when the blade sliced through the metal protective plate, extending all the way from the front to the rear, almost cutting open the entire roof!

As Chen Chuan passed the vehicle, he stood firm, turned his head, and glanced back, seeing the vehicle moving forward for a distance before becoming crooked. Although he had intentionally spared the driver just now, the severed connecting pillars and shattered windows made it impossible for him to control the vehicle steadily for a while.

At this moment, he took another step forward, and everything around him suddenly slowed down. His figure suddenly darted out, passing through the glass shards still flying in the air, arriving at the rear of the car in an instant, bumping his shoulder against it. The entire car immediately lost its balance, spinning and sliding out until it crashed into the guardrail on the side of the road with a bang, where it then came to a standstill.

Chen Chuan reached out and pressed down on his top hat, slowly walking over with his sword.

Inside the vehicle, the driver sat there motionless, watching the person in the right rearview mirror gradually approaching, his face full of fear. He now understood why they had to stop when they encountered someone.

Zhao Qian was lying in there. The assistant had fainted in the collision because he hadn't fastened his seat belt, while he, despite being heavily injured, had not suffered any damage due to his Martial Artist physique.

At this time, he quickly fumbled under the car seat, pulled out a cooler, and opened it, a burst of cold air escaping. He took out a syringe from inside, injected it into his neck, and injected all the scarlet liquid inside.

In just an instant, a strength filled his entire body. He seemed to have regained his vitality. After taking a deep breath, he pulled on a buckle on the top wall, and a two-handed longsword fell down.

He grabbed it, then kicked open the car door and crawled out from inside. He looked somewhat weak at first, but once outside, he gradually straightened his body and walked towards Chen Chuan .

He stared at Chen Chuan "s dark eyes above the scarf. After a few steps, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, then suddenly appeared in front of Chen Chuan , throwing a punch at him.

However, the fist was only halfway there when it was grabbed by a hand, and at the same time, the sheath of the Long Sword slammed hard on his cheek, sending his entire person flying out.

In mid-air, he wanted to adjust his body, but his mutated tissue and internal organs were severely damaged, making it impossible to control himself, so he fell heavily to the ground, rolled a few times on the ground, and finally propped himself up, staring at Chen Chuan , thinking, "Did he take the drug..."

He had originally wanted to take down Chen Chuan in one breath with the speed of the Third Limit, but Chen Chuan had actually kept up with his movements, so he must have taken the drug beforehand.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, spat out a few broken teeth, reached out, raised the sword, and with a light shake, the sword body detached from the side-opening scabbard, holding the hilt with both hands, raising it to his side, with the sword pointing horizontally at Chen Chuan .

As Chen Chuan walked forward, he raised the Snow Emperor Blade, and with the other hand gently wiping it, the scabbard flew out, and he walked towards Zhao Qian with steady steps.

After Zhao Qian waited for him to get close, he tapped the ground with his foot, facing forward, bent low in the middle, switched to holding the sword with one hand, the sword light flashed, and stabbed towards Chen Chuan "s face.

Chen Chuan raised the blade with both hands to tentatively block, but Zhao Qian quickly pulled the sword back, avoiding the blade, and then made an extremely swift forward thrust, but Chen Chuan "s blade force was continuous, and at this time the blade was falling downwards, if the sudden thrust did not change, he would inevitably be chopped in half.

Zhao Qian changed his move again, raising the hilt upwards with both hands, while twisting his waist and abdomen, attempting to use this strength to swing the sword body to parry the blade, and then reversing the sword from the other side with a spin, a successful hit would be enough to slice Chen Chuan ​​diagonally in half.

However, the moment the weapons came into contact, he felt a surge of Internal energy transmitted along the sword body. Any skills and force need to rely on strength to support them, and without enough Mutated Tissue support, he was simply not strong enough to block this strength. Not only could he not turn his prepared sword, but even his long sword was knocked away.

The next moment, he saw the Blade flash, his heart felt cold, and suddenly his whole body lost strength. The strength he had propped up with the drug was quickly losing, but before he could collapse, he felt his vision slowly rising.

After Chen Chuan pierced Zhao Qian with a knife, holding the hilt with one hand, he steadily raised his arm, slowly picking him up into the air. He calmly looked at the latter and asked, "Was Senior Student Shen "s sister taken away by you that day? Where is she now?"

Blood kept spilling from the corners of Zhao Qian "s mouth and flowing down. He barely curved the corners of his mouth, revealing a malicious smile, "So you want to ask about that, I won't tell you, you will never find her."

Chen Chuan suddenly had a feeling at this moment. He glanced behind him and found a person squatting on top of the guardrail on the side. This person was wearing goggles and a motorized vehicle helmet, and there were two narrow blades on his arms, but they seemed to be fixed by implants on his arms.

He turned his head to look over, and the person grinned, pulled down the goggles, stood up straight, and looked at Zhao Qian , "Are you the employer? Am I late or not?"