Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 873 Assassins Attack!
As Hu Ming walked out of the villa, he whispered to Transtan, who had come to see him off.

"Professor, once I've gathered all the team members, I'll immediately let you know so you can join me!"

Transtan nodded vigorously and said somewhat anxiously.

"Mr. Hu Ming, you must hurry. There's another group of people who have been inquiring about the Golden Kingdom these past few days."

"Um?"

This was the first time Hu Ming had heard this, and he immediately asked alertly, "Who are they?"

A deep look of disgust crossed Transtan's face as he spoke bitterly.

"It's a mob boss named Barif. He's been controlling the slums of Elijah, dealing drugs and smuggling. He's a ruthless scoundrel who does all sorts of evil."

Hu Ming frowned deeply as he listened to this introduction.

"It seems we really should speed things up. If we don't get noticed by this local bully, things will get complicated!"

However, Hu Ming was unaware that he had already been targeted by this local tyrant from Elijah, who had sent a professional assassin to attack him.

Hu Ming waved goodbye to Transtan, who had accompanied him all the way, and walked alone along the street.

"Di Di-"

A passing taxi stopped next to Hu Ming.

The car window rolled down, and a man wearing sunglasses raised his hand to greet them warmly.

"Hey, Asian, need a taxi?"

As he spoke, his left hand, hidden beneath him, slowly raised the muzzle of a gun.

"That's right, this handsome Easterner is the target that Boss Barif ordered."

The professional assassin thought coldly to himself.

Faced with this sudden greeting, Hu Ming thought for a moment and asked seriously, "Hey, do you know Bunia Port?"

The sunglasses-wearing assassin, who had intended to take immediate action, paused for a moment.

Bunia Port, one of the most remote little ports in Eliya, was a convenient place to kill someone and cover up their crime.

"Where are you going, you Easterner!"

The sunglasses-wearing assassin's mind raced: "Shooting this Asian man in the street here would likely attract the attention of his country, but if I send him to Bunia Port and then do it, it would be a perfect assassination that no one will know about."

Hu Ming earnestly requested, "Yes, I have an appointment to meet a very important friend today. Could you take me there? I'll give you double the fare."

"You're really asking for death!"

The sunglasses-wearing assassin sneered inwardly, secretly mocking the unfortunate Easterner's foolish decision.

"Of course, sir. Please come in and have a seat. I will get you there as quickly as possible!"

The sunglasses-wearing assassin smiled kindly and opened the car door for Hu Ming.

Hu Ming then got into the back seat, closed the door, and asked, "What's your name?"

The sunglasses-wearing assassin's lips twitched, and he unusually revealed his real name: "My name is George."

He thought coldly to himself, "Poor thing, I'll just tell you my real name. You're not going to leave here alive anyway."

Hu Ming gave a thumbs-up and said in a friendly manner, "Good name, Mr. George, please drive as soon as possible!"

"What a fool who's rushing to his death!"

The sunglasses-wearing assassin couldn't help but curse inwardly, but outwardly responded with a sunny smile.

"Of course, let's go right now!"

He slammed on the gas pedal, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and drove the yellow taxi towards the most remote port in Naelia. The taxi bumped along the road, and Hu Ming leaned against the window, admiring the scenery while his right hand slowly moved towards his waist.

He gripped the pistol at his waist, a chilling glint in his eyes.

In fact, Hu Ming had already sensed something was wrong from the very first contact.

The guy in sunglasses, having worked as an assassin for many years, had long forgotten how glaring a reminder his murderous aura was to ordinary people.

The moment Hu Ming met the driver in sunglasses, he sensed the terrifying murderous intent emanating from him.

He immediately realized that this person was an assassin who had come to take his life.

Most people would probably flee for their lives in such a dangerous situation.

But for someone like Hu Ming, who has faced life and death many times, this is a hurdle he must overcome.

He instantly devised a counterattack plan in his mind.

That was to lure this professional assassin to the remote port of Bunia.

Hu Ming boldly predicted that this professional assassin, having better options, would not act rashly and attack him directly in this wealthy area.

And the reality is indeed unfolding exactly as Hu Ming predicted.

He gripped the cold pistol tightly, and slowly placed his right index finger on the trigger.

"George, have you been driving around here the whole time?"

Hu Ming asked calmly, but slowly raised the muzzle of the gun with his right hand.

The sunglasses-wearing assassin was unaware of the danger he was in, and was focused on driving past the stretch Lincoln in front of him.

"Yes, I've been working here for many years!"

He answered casually, but took the opportunity to step on the gas and drive the taxi into a deserted alley in front of the port.

"George, what are you doing?"

Hu Ming asked, feigning surprise, his tone filled with trepidation and unease.

"Sorry, Easterner!"

The sunglasses-wearing assassin released the steering wheel and spoke coldly, enunciating each word clearly.

"Someone paid a fortune to kill you, so you're going to die here!"

As he spoke, he turned around and drew his gun, intending to take care of this careless, foolish Eastern man.

However, what the sunglasses-wearing assassin didn't expect was that before he could even turn around...

A cold gun barrel was pressed against his back.

Hu Ming sneered and reminded him, "Mr. George, I advise you not to make any rash moves right now."

The sunglasses-wearing assassin froze instantly. Having worked as a professional assassin for many years, he could clearly tell from the sensation in his back that what was pressed against his back was indeed a genuine gun muzzle, and nothing else.

This professional assassin, who had weathered countless storms, changed his expression instantly.

He swallowed nervously, trying his best to bluff his way through the situation.

"Easterner, what do you want? Robbery is illegal."

Hu Ming was amused by this and couldn't help but jokingly retort.

“Mr. George, murder is illegal, but you’re still doing it, aren’t you?”

The sunglasses-wearing assassin felt a jolt in his heart and subconsciously thought to himself.

"Could it be that this assassination target has already discovered my true identity?"