Song Heping, dragging the nearly ntally collapsed prince like a dead dog, suddenly burst through the room door and entered the corridor on the 28th floor.
The corridor was already in chaos. Guests who heard the gunfire and explosions peeked out in horror, and upon seeing Song Heping with an MP7 submachine gun still emitting the sll of gunpowder and the filthy, despondent Zayed, they shrank back into their rooms like frightened rabbits, followed by the sound of doors being rapidly locked and suppressed screams.
The hotel alarm blared mournfully, adding to the chaos.
"Damn it!"
Song Heping cursed under his breath, knowing their cover was completely blown.
His hearing was excellent, and he could clearly hear rapid and heavy footsteps coming from the stairwell above, quickly closing in! The killers had figured it out!
"Get up! If you want to live, run on your own!"
Song Heping growled at the groggy Zayed as he viciously pinched his arm.
The intense pain seed to stimulate a nerve in Zayed, causing him to regain so focus. Faced with Song Heping's cold and undeniable gaze, his survival instinct finally overca his fear, and he shakily attempted to move his legs.
"This way!"
Song Heping determined the direction and dragged Zayed, sprinting toward the fire escape he rembered.
They had just run about ten ters when the fire door to the stairwell behind them was slamd open!
"There they are! Kill them!"
A rough shout echoed, imdiately followed by a staccato burst of gunfire!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ratatatat!
Bullets whistled as they hit the corridor walls, decorative paintings, and ceiling, sending debris and dust raining down.
Song Heping reacted with ghostly speed, shoving Zayed into a nearby alcove with a serving cart and simultaneously diving with a roll, the MP7 in his hand spewing deadly fire!
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
A precise short burst sprayed out, suppressing the two shooters who just burst from the stairwell, causing them to hastily pull back their heads. Bullets clanged off the tal fire door, sending sparks flying.
"Go!"
Song Heping leaped up and continued sprinting forward.
Zayed scrambled to follow.
More killers poured out of the stairwell, and the gunfire suddenly intensified.
Bullets chased after them, turning the luxurious corridor into a ss of flying glass shards, riddled with holes everywhere.
The MP7 in Song Heping's hands was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, each short burst either forcing the opponents to duck or knocking down those who rushed too fast.
His movents were erratic, darting left and right, fully utilizing every possible cover in the corridor—serving carts, decorative pillars, even overturned tables and chairs—moving so fast he left only a blurred shadow.
Though these killers were top-level, they couldn't compare to the level of Song Heping.
Zayed followed behind him, watching this East University man clearing a path with an inhuman fighting style. The precision, efficiency, and ruthless beauty of the killing left him deeply shocked and even fearful, casting aside his previous royal arrogance, leaving only a sense of survival and a vague reverence.
He was utterly convinced at this mont that the Aricans had good reason to put a bounty on this guy!
"Fire escape!"
Song Heping shouted, kicking open the nearby fire door, shoving Zayed inside before tossing his last smoke bomb toward their pursuers.
"Hiss—"
Thick smoke spread again, temporarily blocking the enemies' vision and line of fire.
Song Heping slipped into the fire escape, locking it from the inside.
"Downstairs! To the parking lot!"
He commanded Zayed, who was panting on the stairwell platform, his tone leaving no room for argunt.
The two of them frantically ran downstairs.
Zayed had decent stamina, but the continuous ntal shocks and fright had left him shaky, nearly tumbling down the stairs several tis, only to be caught by Song Heping's quick reflexes.
The killers above soon forced open the fire door, bullets striking the cent stairs, sending bits flying everywhere.
Without looking back, Song Heping relied on sound localization, occasionally stopping to fire blindly upward, each ti provoking shocked cries and brief pauses from the pursuers, perfectly delaying their pursuit.
After descending an unknown number of floors, Song Heping abruptly stopped, grabbing Zayed, "We're here! B2! Get out!"
He cautiously pushed open the fire door to reveal a dimly lit, quiet underground parking lot, filled with the sll of gasoline and dust.
Compared to the gunfire raging upstairs, here seed temporarily safe.
But Song Heping did not relax in the slightest.
He signaled Zayed to stay silent, stealthily stepping out and quickly scanning the surroundings.
The parking lot was large, filled with various vehicles, severely obstructing vision.
"Where's your car?"
Song Heping asked in a low voice. His own car was parked outside the hotel, now impossible to reach across the street to retrieve it.
"Over… over there… VIP exclusive area…"
Zayed pointed in a direction, panting heavily.
"Let's go!"
Song Heping shielded him, swiftly moving through the vehicle shadows.
Just as they were about to approach Zayed's conspicuous bulletproof rcedes, a sudden change occurred!
Bam! Bam!
Two gunshots ca from the side, hitting the glass of a nearby car and shattering it instantly!
There's an ambush!
The assassins had apparently anticipated they might co to the parking lot and arranged their n in advance!
Song Heping reacted swiftly, pushing Zayed to the ground while firing his MP7 fiercely in the direction of the gunfire flashes!
Thud thud thud thud!
The bullets swept across, followed by a muffled groan and the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
But bullets from another direction soon followed!
Firepower was attacking from multiple directions!
"Shit!"
Song Heping cursed, dragging Zayed behind a row of heavy SUVs.
Bullets pinged off the car body, leaving dents one after another.
The enemy's firepower wasn't weak and their coordination was seamless, trying to encircle them.
"Mr. Song... what do we do?"
Zayed's voice trembled, completely out of ideas, subconsciously addressing Song Heping with honorifics.
Song Heping didn't answer, swiftly changing the magazine, his eyes coldly scanning the surroundings. He heard gunshots coming from at least three different sources.
We can't get trapped here!
He spotted a sturdy-looking Toyota Land Cruiser not far away.
His mind raced and he got an idea.
"Cover !"
He shoved his Glock 17 pistol into Zayed's hand.
Though he didn't expect much from this terrified guy, at least he could draw so fire.
Saying this, he suddenly poked out from behind the car, firing most of a magazine in the approximate direction of a gunman to suppress them and stop them from raising their heads.
anwhile, Zayed improvised by sticking out the gun and firing randomly in the general direction of the enemy.
Though his aim was off, he could at least attract so fire.
Taking advantage of the situation, Song Heping darted out like a cheetah, rolling a few tis to reach the driver's seat door of that Land Cruiser.
He raised his MP7 submachine gun against the car window and pulled the trigger!
Bam bam—
Smash!
The glass shattered upon impact.
He reached in to open the door, crawled inside, and quickly tore open the panel below the steering wheel, finding the wires, and skillfully hotwiring the engine!
Vroom—!
The V8 engine growled lowly, successfully starting up!
The whole process was as swift as lightning, taking no more than ten seconds!
The assassins apparently didn't anticipate this move, montarily stunned.
In that instant of distraction, Song Heping had already put it in reverse, slamming on the gas!
The Land Cruiser roared backward, skidding heavily to a stop beside the vehicle where Zayed was hiding!
"Get in!"
Song Heping pushed open the car door, shouting to Zayed.
Zayed scrambled over, crawling into the front passenger seat.
Bam bam bam!
Bullets rained densely on the Land Cruiser's body and windows, but fortunately, the car was tough enough to withstand for now.
Song Heping floored the accelerator, the tires screeching harshly against the ground, and the car roared toward the parking lot exit like a wild horse set free!
The assassins behind shot frantically, but it was too late to stop them.
A black sedan also shot out from a parking space, attempting to intercept!
Song Heping's expression turned icy; instead of slowing down, he sharply steered, the massive Land Cruiser slamming like a bull into the side door of the black sedan!
Boom!
A loud crash resounded!
The black sedan spun wildly, sliding away, its door deeply dented, completely stalled.
The Land Cruiser's front end was a bit deford, but its performance remained unaffected.
Without even checking the aftermath, Song Heping maneuvered the car in a drift, realigning the front, speeding up the exit ramp as blinding sunlight flooded in.
They burst out of the hotel parking lot, rging into Goa's noisy and busy street traffic.
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