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Receiving Texts from the Future – CH149

Intense Battle

Chapter 149: Intense Battle

As the object flew toward him, Song Lin instinctively raised his gun, aimed at the incoming threat, and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

The shot rang out, flames bursting from the muzzle. The object was instantly shattered by the bullet, and liquid splattered all over Song Lin’s face.

Stunned, he subconsciously licked his lips.

“Beer?”

Tasting the familiar bitterness, Song Lin hesitated for a moment. But then, an intense sense of danger rushed through his body, sending chills down his spine.

A child in Room 512? An eight-year-old drinking beer?

No way.

His initial panic at firing his weapon prematurely vanished. At first, he had feared he might have made a terrible mistake, possibly shooting an innocent person. But now, everything made sense.

It was Axi.

And Song Lin had fallen into his trap—Axi had tricked him into wasting a bullet.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Song Lin instinctively dodged, twisting his body as he raised his head to look into the room.

There, behind the bed, a flash of gunfire lit up the darkness. In that brief moment, he saw Axi’s face—twisted with rage and madness, like a demon emerging from hell.

“It’s really you!”

Song Lin roared, raising his gun and firing rapidly toward Axi’s location.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Flames burst from his muzzle as gunshots echoed in the room.

At that moment, a sharp pain seared through Song Lin’s shoulder. Warm liquid splattered onto his face.

Then came the numbness.

His arm lost all strength. His body collapsed to the ground.

“Damn… it hurts…”

Song Lin gritted his teeth.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

More shots rang out in the dark room.

Axi was still firing.

Realizing the danger, Song Lin gritted his teeth and rolled to the side, heading toward the bathroom.

A quick flash from the gunfire had allowed him to see the layout—his only cover was the bathroom.

The narrow doorway left him completely exposed. If he stayed, he would be a sitting duck.

Axi didn’t need to aim. He just had to keep shooting toward the entrance.

More bullets tore through the air. Song Lin felt a sharp pain in his thigh—he’d been shot again.

The agony was overwhelming. His vision blurred. His strength drained.

But he forced himself forward.

Stumbling into the bathroom, Song Lin collapsed onto the cold floor.

His breath was ragged. His grip on his gun weakened.

“I’ve been shot… Be careful… Call for backup…”

Summoning the last of his strength, Song Lin shouted to his team outside.

“Captain Song is hit!”

“Cover fire!”

Luo Fei’s voice rang out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire erupted outside the room.

Bullets flew in both directions, the room filling with smoke and chaos.

A pained grunt came from within—Axi had been hit.

But another scream came from outside—one of the detectives had been shot as well.

In just a few seconds of combat, two officers had already been injured.

Axi wasn’t unscathed either.

Yet, he had stopped firing.

Was he seriously wounded?

Or was he luring them in?

Perhaps he was waiting for them to rush into the room so he could ambush them in close quarters.

Song Lin’s strength faded. His thoughts blurred. He tried to stay awake, but he couldn’t even lift his arm.

“Damn it…”

He lay motionless, panting heavily.

“Luo Fei… You take command…”

With that, Song Lin surrendered leadership.

Luo Fei’s heart clenched.

For Song Lin to pass on command now meant only one thing—he was gravely injured.

Biting his lip, Luo Fei’s eyes turned bloodshot.

“Call for backup! Get medical aid for the wounded!”

“We continue the assault. Second and third units, prepare to breach!”

“Yes, sir!”

Despite the danger, none of them hesitated.

Good and evil could not coexist.

They were willing to risk their lives to uphold justice.

Even if they had to die, they would die charging forward.

“I’ll go in first. No matter what happens, I will get inside.”

“Second unit, provide suppressing fire.”

“If I fall, keep pushing forward. Third unit, retrieve Captain Song.”

Luo Fei’s voice was steady, but his determination was unshakable.

“Understood!”

Despite knowing the risk, no one backed down. This was their duty. Their belief.

Luo Fei scanned his team, his gaze lingering on each of their faces.

They had no time to wait for reinforcements.

Axi was injured, but they didn’t know how badly.

If he was severely wounded, stalling would work in their favor.

But if he wasn’t…

Every second they waited gave him a chance to recover.

And the longer they delayed, the higher the risk.

Luo Fei took a deep breath.

“Prepare to move!”

He reloaded his weapon, chambered a round, and steeled himself.

His eyes locked onto Room 512.

“Let’s do this!”

With a roar, he rolled into the room.

The moment he entered—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots flashed in the darkness.

Axi was still fighting!

(End of Chapter 149)

Receiving Texts from the Future

Receiving Texts from the Future

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese

Full Title: Receiving Texts from the Future—Isn't Making Billions Only Natural?

A mysterious friend request from someone named "Scalding Hot Noodles" An unknown contact that doesn’t seem to exist. A message claiming to be from her future self, knowing everything about her past. Fang Xiaocao is completely bewildered. Scalding Hot Noodles: Danger ahead. Don’t go home tonight. “What kind of lunatic…?” Rolling her eyes, Fang Xiaocao dismisses the cryptic warning and unlocks her apartment door. Scalding Hot Noodles: At midnight, there will be knocking. If you don’t want to die, don’t turn on the light. 00:00:00 – Midnight. A sudden knock wakes her up. Just as she reaches for the bedside lamp, she remembers that bizarre message. She hesitates. Pulls her hand back. Hides under the covers until dawn. The next morning, news breaks—her neighbor, a single woman living alone, was murdered at midnight. Cold sweat drenches Fang Xiaocao. Scalding Hot Noodles: To celebrate surviving the night, head to the flea market before 3 PM. Booth #7. Buy the seventh inkstone on the left. The seller wants 80 yuan, but it’s worth 8 million. After last night, Fang Xiaocao dares not ignore the message. She buys the inkstone for 100 yuan. Antique Appraisal: Imperial Qianlong Inkstone—Valued at 8 million! Fang Xiaocao stands frozen in shock. Following the next set of instructions, she purchases a second-hand car… Only to get entangled in a murder case—along with a fortune worth hundreds of millions. Who is behind these messages? Is it really her future self? Or is she unknowingly caught in some eerie, high-stakes game?
Content Warning:
This story contains scenes with bloody and violent descriptions that may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution and take care of yourself while reading.

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