"Gah..."
The intense pain made the driver's eyes bulge, and his survival instinct drove his body to struggle and twist madly. His right elbow scraped against the steering wheel, causing the speeding car to suddenly veer off course.
Bang—!
The car collided with a vehicle beside it, and the jolt sent both passengers slamming forward. The car lost control and swerved wildly. Gu Ji rolled from the back seat to the center console area, and the knife blade ca off the driver's neck.
Blood sprayed out like an arrow.
The driver hurriedly covered his wound, desperately trying to survive. His right hand swiftly reached for his waist and pulled out a desert-colored Glock 19X pistol.
Gu Ji tumbled into the car's center console, his rear end hitting the air vent.
He saw the gun.
Without even having ti to adjust his balance, he grabbed the driver's gun-holding arm with his left hand. His right hand, like an arrow leaving the string, suddenly burst forth, crazily stabbing at the driver's face.
One stab after another.
The sharp blade shredded the driver's facial skin and the fingers covering his wound.
"Ah—!"
The driver scread in agony, pulling the trigger, bang bang bang!
The gunpowder's explosive sound erupted in close quarters within the vehicle, making their ears ring. Stray bullets pierced through the car roof, shattering the windshield and side windows into a web of cracks.
It was at this mont that—boom—another car ramd into the taxi's trunk, completely flipping the already out-of-control car over.
In that instant of overturning, Gu Ji was also thrown from the center console, his whole body weightlessly crashing down on the driver. Yet he did not cease his assault, his right hand's blade quick as lightning, unerringly aiming for the driver's left eyeball!
Pshh!
A cluster of blood burst open like a juicy atball.
"Ah—!"
Excruciating pain surged forth, and the driver let out a harrowing scream.
Thud! The car's side hit the ground. Gu Ji's head burrowed into his lap. With a "puff," the front airbag deployed behind his back, the side windows all shattered, and the driver's pistol flew out of his grip.
He seized the opportunity for another stab.
But before he could withdraw the knife for a second strike, the car's impact caused it to bounce up again, flipping over once more.
This ti, Gu Ji was sent flying out of the seat entirely, suspended mid-air, before being slamd against the car roof. Finally, "thud," he crashed to the ground, the interior of the roof caved in, all doors and windows shattered, airbags fully deployed!
[woc! What happened!]
[Seems like there was a crash, I heard the noise of crashing, gunshots, and blood spraying!]
[A fight while driving?]
[These two really aren't afraid of death!]
[So did we misunderstand the strear? Was the driver indeed a terrorist?]
[Definitely, who carries a gun every day if they're up to nothing serious?]
"Ugh..."
Amidst the dust, Gu Ji struggled to open his eyes despite the stabbing pain, seeing nothing but colorful halos reflected from shattered glass shards, bullet holes, blood, displaced seats, and the deford car fra.
He was starting to lose his bearings. His ears were ringing loudly, and his vision wavered, making him dizzy.
Gu Ji forced his numbed body to stand, pressing his hands on the broken glass without feeling any pain.
Crash!
Suddenly, a noise nearby made him shiver with alarm, every pore on his body clenched tight. Reacting instinctively, he saw a chilling glint flash before his eyes and simultaneously faced a bloodshot, glaring eyeball!
"Fuck! Fuck you!"
"Damn it!!"
In an instant, killing intent surged in Gu Ji's eyes. He reacted with full force, his muscles tightened like a drawn bow. His left arm shielded his neck, while his right hand, clutching a folding knife, sprang forth, stabbing twice rapidly, with a final, ferocious thrust into the driver's other eyeball.
The knife handle slipped from his grasp as he pushed with the heel of his hand.
Pshh!
Blood sprayed, splashing onto Gu Ji's face, the folding knife completely embedded in the driver's brain. The taxi driver's head tilted, his black cap falling onto the car roof, life utterly extinguished.
"Hiss!"
"Screw you! If you have the guts, blow up right now! Do it! Ah—!!"
Droplets of hot blood dripped from his forehead. Gu Ji spat out bloody saliva and roared at the corpse. In the shattered rearview mirror beside him, the cracks reflected his bared-neck's tendons and veins, pulsing with his breath, almost bursting out from beneath the skin.
"Baron's" originally innocent face was now twisted and distorted.
He had been holding back for too long.
From the mont he entered the ga level four hours ago, with the bomb strapped to his neck, his nerves had not relaxed even once.
Remote bombs, high explosives, cops, security, terrorists, muzzles, bullets, flas, blades, blood...
For more than four hours.
Over two hundred and sixty minutes.
Countless dangerous elents piled on him, suffocating him.
[Did the strear win?]
[Holy shit, the strear killed the terrorist?]
[Incredible, even after the crash, the strear managed to kill the driver imdiately. Surely the strear wasn't wearing a seatbelt, right?]
[I feel this terror attack doesn't even need the police; the strear alone will round up the terrorists!]
[666! This is the strongest fighting strear I've ever seen!]
[iiis gifted the strear "Super Rich" *1——Even without seeing anything, just from the sounds of the fight, it makes one's blood boil!]
[Avatar Tiger gifted the strear "Carnival" *5!——At that mont, with my hands in my pockets, I didn't know what an opponent was!]
[Excuse , where did the terrorist go, seems like they're not in the live stream anymore?]
[Terrorist, get on your knees and kowtow imdiately!]
The sound of the final bloody explosion was clearly heard by the stream's viewers, indicating the terrorist had t his end at Gu Ji's hands.
Although it was just audio, this kind of live-stread terrorist takedown was unprecedented for both dostic and foreign viewers, pumping them up and swelling the viewership count to fifty thousand!
Many viewers were even directly taunting the bomber.
Yet no matter how much they ridiculed, the ID [Art Requires Cruelty] never responded.
Soon, clarity returned to Gu Ji's eyes.
He realized the bomber in the stream hadn't detonated his bomb. It seed the remote was in the taxi!
He quickly climbed up, gasping from the pain, lifting his left arm. The shirt and flesh had been shredded by the driver's military knife.
Gu Ji glanced at the black military knife in the driver's corpse's hand.
It was none other than the fad Ontario MK3, previously and currently issued survival knife for the United States Navy and Marine Corps, known for its durability, even used by the Seal Team and Hong Kong's Flying Tiger team. It's been in service for over 60 years.
The knife's wear and tear showed it had been well-maintained and used for a long ti.
He closely examined the driver. Previously, the driving seat masked his stature, but with his hand open and forearm exposed, the calluses on his windfall and index finger, along with the striated musculature of the brachioradialis, pronator teres, and palmaris longus, hinted at years of training.
Despite the folding knife's short blade, stabbing him so many tis without dying attests to his physical conditioning!
The driver also remained buckled, his body partially fixed to the seat, without any feeling of weightlessness, allowing him to respond faster after the flip.
Gu Ji quickly checked everything inside the car.
Under the seats, in the armrest box, he finally found an 8-inch thing resembling a briefcase inside the glove compartnt. Upon opening, it turned out to be a laptop.
A military laptop?
[Special item discovered, redeem for crisis points?]
Gu Ji was examining this item, clearly not civilian, when suddenly ga prompt text popped up.
[Special Encrypted Satellite Computer: Equipped with a strong special signal transmission frequency military-grade rugged encrypted laptop, worth 3 crisis points!]
3 crisis points?
Wow, directly three tis the value of the [Strong Hallucinogen] from the underground tower level?
Is this thing that impressive?
Gu Ji didn't rush to redeem it. Taking a half-breath, he pressed the power button on the laptop.
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