Song Heping no longer hesitated.
He took a deep breath, grabbed the knot of the rope behind Zayed, and using his strength and skill, forcefully pushed the 180-pound sturdy man towards the shattered window opening!
"Aoo——!!!!!!!"
Zayed let out a human-limiting, blood-curdling scream that pierced the night sky of Goa.
He felt weightless in an instant, his heart seemingly leaping out of his throat, the intense wind pressure brushing past his ears. The shadow of death had never been so real, his body like a heavy weight, plumting downwards at breakneck speed!
The cloth rope instantly went taut!
Creaking sounds rang out!
From upstairs ca the sound of a door being battered and the faint sound of an explosion——a trap mine had been triggered!
Imdiately following were the angry shouts of the assassins and the even denser gunfire. The explosion triggered a strong shockwave, and the high temperature ignited the potent alcohol on the carpet. The suddenly rising flas forced several assassins to retreat from the living room, screaming in pain.
Song Heping didn't bother to assess the situation above.
Anyway, those guys had their hands full for now.
After pushing Zayed down, he quickly wrapped another cloth rope around himself and secured it. Then, without hesitation, he flipped himself out, alternating his hands, and slid down quickly!
His descent was much more professional, using the friction from his legs and feet to control his speed, his movents agile and steady.
Zayed's screams were unending. He hung in mid-air outside the 29th floor, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, helplessly spinning and swaying.
Urine and even filthier substances trickled down his legs, dripping below. His eyes were shut tight, too frightened to look down, clinging desperately to the rope out of sheer survival instinct.
Song Heping quickly slid down to his side and shouted, "Shut up! Do you want to draw everyone here?!"
But Zayed was almost completely broken down, unable to control his fear.
Song Heping had no choice; he had to quickly get Zayed into the 29th floor.
He braced his feet against the smooth glass exterior of the 29th-floor room, trying to steady both of their swaying bodies, while drawing out the Glock Pistol and firing at the glass.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The glass cracked.
Inside the 29th-floor room, a European couple, awakened by the gunfire and explosions above, were trembling in fear as they hid under the bed. Terror-stricken, they saw the glass of their floor-to-ceiling window being violently struck from outside, rapidly cracking, and an Indian man in a bathrobe, covered in filth and screaming wildly, was shoved through the broken opening, crashing heavily onto the carpet of their room!
Before they could react, an Asian man, holding a submachine gun, deftly followed through the opening, his cold gaze sweeping over them.
"Ah——!"
The woman in the couple let out a scream almost matching Zayed's.
"If you don't want trouble, keep hiding!"
Song Heping coldly tossed out the words in English, not sparing them another glance.
He quickly cut the cloth rope from Zayed, then roughly pulled the nearly collapsed Zayed up again.
"Go!" He dragged Zayed out the door of the room and into the hallway of the 28th floor.
Other guests in the hallway had been disturbed, peeking out. Seeing the gun in Song Heping's hand and the disheveled Zayed, they shrunk back in fear, the ergency hotlines flooded with calls.
Song Heping knew he had to leave the hotel quickly.
He dragged the dazed Zayed, rushing towards the rembered location of the fire escape.
From upstairs behind them ca the angry shouts and chaotic footsteps of the assassins, who clearly realized the target had fled, attempting to chase down the stairs or find other paths to intercept.
An internal escape-and-pursuit chase began in the hotel once again.
Song Heping dragged the almost incapacitated Zayed, racing towards the direction of the underground parking lot!
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