Abyss Solo

Sure, here is the translated text:

Whiz!

The brief beam completed its shot, and the black gun seemed to have fulfilled its mission.

But the woman in a black trench coat outside the door widened her eyes the next second.

Her target, a distinguished general from the Wind Empire who 'dared not' operate actively in other areas, suddenly appeared with a layer of bright oval light behind him!

Triggered Light Shield!

The opponent had been prepared!

Several options quickly flashed through the woman's mind, and she instinctively chose the 'best' solution.

Charge forward!

She casually retracted the ten-centimeter-long laser pistol into her right sleeve, while an alloy dagger capable of easily slicing through human thigh bones popped out from beneath her left sleeve.

Facing this kind of passively triggered Light Shield, high-energy beam weapons were helpless, while alloy cold weapons could produce better results.

The dagger flashed coldly, aiming to pierce Yang Ming's neck.

Various counterattack rehearsals appeared in the woman's mind, ensuring that no matter the target's action, she could timely respond and make sure the dagger could pierce through the target's brain stem.

Time seemed to slow down as the woman pressed forward.

The distance to Yang Ming's back narrowed to half a meter, thirty centimeters, ten centimeters!

A second ago, the woman's consciousness still believed that even lightly modified Biochemical Transformation Soldiers couldn't avoid this strike of hers at the moment;

But in the next second...

Bang!

Yang Ming's left foot suddenly kicked backward, the woman's body bounced directly backward, hitting the door frame hard.

"Boss," Lyu's voice sounded in Yang Ming's left ear, "You used strength comparable to ordinary Supermodified people; you should showcase your fighting technique more. General Yang Ming has never undergone body modification surgery."

"Is that so?"

Yang Ming raised his hand to rub his nose and turned to look at the woman who had completely passed out, blood continuously seeping from the corners of her mouth.

Outside, the woman's companions had already noticed the situation here, and two men were speaking into their collars.

In front of these two men and several bar patrons, Yang Ming calmly kicked the woman's body to the ground and slowly squatted down.

The two men outside immediately drew their miniature laser guns and fired without hesitation.

A pale blue halo appeared on Yang Ming's chest, the triggered Light Shield glowing at the front, dissipating the two beams instantly.

Then, he clenched his fist and aimed at the woman's forehead, smashing down while leisurely looking at the two men outside.

Thud!

A slight dent appeared on the woman's head, her skin deeply bruised.

"Bastard!"

The two male agents outside cursed loudly and fiercely lunged at Yang Ming.

Screams had already started to arise around, but this was the corner hallway of the bar, and the music in the bar's hall was wild and intense, preventing the chaos from spreading.

Two muffled sounds rang out almost simultaneously, as the two agents who rushed forward flew backward several meters directly.

Yang Ming wiped the bloodstains from his right hand, flexed his ankle from the recent kick, and calmly walked to the two men.

"Is this all the Central Intelligence Agency can do?"

"Ah, do you remember? I have plenty of old scores with your Central Intelligence Agency."

"You don't kill me today, I'll kill you."

One man, eyes full of viciousness, shouted tremblingly: "You're provoking... you're courting death!"

"Courting death? You were the ones who first wanted to kill me."

Yang Ming patiently explained and seemingly casually kicked the talking man, targeting precisely at his neck.

A crisp bone-cracking sound rang out, Yang Ming stepped on another man's chest and headed toward the bar hall.

Suddenly, four or five figures appeared ahead, including two waiters who had just completed their attire change and three men and women dressed in similar style trench coats, all simultaneously raising their laser pistols to shoot.

The triggered Light Shield in front of Yang Ming activated once again.

"Close combat!"

All five simultaneously drew alloy daggers from their hands, and the cold smile on Yang Ming's lips grew heavier.

Is this the CIA's assassination agents?

Just ordinary people.

Yang Ming likewise began to accelerate into a charge, in a few quick steps, reaching a sprint, he was about to crash into the crowd when his body suddenly angled sideways, showcasing powerful core strength, kicking the two frontmost people simultaneously, then flipping to sweep horizontally.

A dozen seconds later.

Boss Yang walked calmly down the hallway, raised his hand to adjust his collar, and entered the dance floor ahead.

"Lyu, guide the professor to leave first."

"I already invited the professor to the private room in advance, rest assured, there's a robot maid guarding there."

Yang Ming nodded, his gaze scanning the front.

A maid robot passed by, handing Yang Ming a pair of sunglasses.

Yang Ming put on the sunglasses and glanced around; several agents in the crowd had already been marked out, and images of the walls beyond appeared, with over thirty agents guarding various passages.

Yang Ming walked directly toward the nearest person.

The person obviously noticed Yang Ming, obtained the information that Yang Ming had dealt with their two squads, was looking a bit panic-stricken, continually retreating while screaming into his collar.

"He has locked onto me!"

"We've been exposed! Command center!"

"Damn it! I'm going to shoot!"

Having seemingly received an order, three agents from different directions simultaneously drew their standard miniature laser guns and repeatedly pulled the trigger at Yang Ming.

The Light Shield surrounding Yang Ming lit up once again.

Two patrons appeared with charred holes in their shoulders, they paused in surprise, their nerve endings were burned so they didn't feel much pain, but as blood began to seep out, the two of them cried out in terror.