This handso man was naturally Hua Qingyi, who was about to impersonate Xiao Lin. As soon as he entered, he saw the four ard robbers behind the man sitting at the conference table preparing to shoot. Their actions were remarkably synchronized and incredibly rapid. The gunshots rang out just as Hua Qingyi swiftly dodged away.
The rapid, muffled gunfire echoed in the confined space of the conference room, causing the timid hostages to scream in fright, so even fainting on the spot.
The bullets sliced through the air in volleys, just narrowly missing Hua Qingyi’s fading shadow. However, Hua Qingyi’s body technique was incredibly fast; to the average eye, it appeared as if his silhouette moved even faster than the bullets. Of course, to a trained eye, it was not that Hua Qingyi was faster than bullets, but rather quicker than the shooters.
Guns are inanimate, people are animate. To fire a bullet, a trigger must be pulled first. Hua Qingyi was able to dodge by discerning the exact mont when the opponents were about to pull the trigger and the direction the muzzle was aid.
"Damn, that’s ruthless!" Hua Qingyi’s heart was racing in fear—had he slacked off in these two years, those bullets would have filled him with holes. Thankfully, his reflexes were quick, even quicker than when he left Dragon Soul; otherwise, given the marksmanship of those sharpshooters, he would have been riddled with bullets.
Luckily, the screen was sturdy enough that the bullets didn’t penetrate, saving Hua Qingyi’s life. Now, Hua Qingyi felt a slight twinge of regret; he hadn’t expected it to be this dangerous. As soon as he entered, without speaking a word, he was t with a barrage of gunfire from four submachine guns—what a trap!
The gunfire ceased, followed by clapping sounds, and soon an imperfect Huaxia accent was heard: "Impressive, impressive, you do indeed have the skills that warranted such an elaborate setup on my part across the miles!"
"Damn, even more pretentious than !" Hua Qingyi thought to himself—the words were so pretentious. Was his skill and body technique just barely considered good in others’ eyes?
"Military Doctor, co out, you have no choice!" The crazed eyes of the Middle Eastern gentleman shone. It had been two years; the scene he had imagined countless tis was finally before his eyes.
"Why should I co out?" Hua Qingyi shouted loudly.
"Because I have Murong Lengyue in my hands. Is that not enough?" The Middle Eastern gentleman slowly stood up, glancing at Murong Lengyue; he found it rather odd, as Murong Lengyue seed sowhat excited, even more so than at his appearance.
"No, how could it be him? How could he appear here? Am I dreaming, is this a dream?" Murong Lengyue couldn’t clearly see Hua Qingyi’s face, only hearing the gentleman refer to the newcor this way stirred sothing deep within her.
And when Hua Qingyi’s voice rang out, Murong Lengyue knew it wasn’t the real Military Doctor because the real Military Doctor’s voice would never be so clear; it was rich and slightly hoarse.
"Murong Lengyue? Do you think I ca in to exchange for Murong Lengyue? Then you’re wrong, totally wrong!" Hua Qingyi pondered, deciding to take a risky gamble and also to buy Xiao Lin so ti.
"Is that so? Isn’t Dragon Soul known as Huaxia’s guardian spirit? Would you just stand by and watch those you protect die one by one?" The Middle Eastern gentleman seed to have seized the Military Doctor’s weak spot, hidden behind the screen.
"Dragon Soul is indeed Huaxia’s guardian spirit, but the guardian needs to be alive to protect. Do you really take for a fool? Eight guns pointed at , and you expect to walk out to my death?" Hua Qingyi continued to verbally spar with the Middle Eastern gentleman.
"Are you trying to stall for ti? It’s useless. Since you’ve co in here, do you think I would let you leave?" The Middle Eastern gentleman’s cold voice resonated, continuing, "Do you really think you’re no fool, Garris, see if Dragon Soul’s Military Doctor can really bear to watch these hostages be killed one by one!"
Hearing the gentleman’s command, Garris, with no hesitation, aid his gun at a bank executive seated on the other side, prepared to fire and kill.
This bank executive was Lian Zhixian from Yanjing HQ. Seeing the robber aim a gun at him, Lian Zhixian, already at the peak of his nerves, wanted to scream for help, but found his voice unable to escape, his mind blank, eyes wide, throat emitting gurgling sounds.
"Rat-a-tat!"
Garris gave Lian Zhixian no more ti, pulling the trigger imdiately. The bullet pierced his skull, blood painting the conference table red.
From the Middle Eastern gentleman’s command to Garris’ firing, it undoubtedly took less than two seconds, leaving no ti for anyone to react. When reflecting on the gentleman’s prior deanor, seemingly not unpleasant, no one expected that in the next second, a living life would vanish before their eyes.
"Ah..." A wave of terrified screams followed, waking the hostages from their shock, leading to instinctual screams, quickly muffled by their own hands for fear that their cries would summon death.
Wu Shuang was among the hostages, witnessing Lian Zhixian’s shooting, helpless despite being a special police officer, a sense of powerlessness rising in his heart. Beside Wu Shuang, Qin Lan had long been petrified with fear; as she ca to and began to scream, Wu Shuang covered her mouth.
The Middle Eastern gentleman cast a nonchalant glance at the crowd of hostages, each gaze forcing heads low, no one daring to et his eyes, as if locking eyes would spell their doom.
The Middle Eastern gentleman was pleased with the current scene, everything under his control. As long as Murong Lengyue was alive, the others were dispensable.
A chill rose in Hua Qingyi’s heart; he hadn’t expected the gentleman to be so determined and ruthless—the gunshots and subsequent scream clearly indicated a death had occurred.
Go out or not? Hua Qingyi hesitated, faced with a ruthless opponent.
"What now, still reluctant to co out? I promise, once you co out, we’ll have a fair duel. Just as you killed my brother, I will kill you in the sa way!" The gentleman’s voice grew colder, especially when speaking of his brother, as though a chilling ice descended, making the hostages shiver at the cold.
"Killing one every ten seconds—if you don’t co out soon, I wonder if you’ll appear before I finish killing everyone here!"
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