This surprise attack caught the opponents off guard, with the patrol personnel outside being killed. Inside the manor, people were still sleeping. Snow Leopard and Ghost Hand led the charge, eting resistance with hand grenades, aiming to resolve the battle as quickly as possible. In the blink of an eye, they stord inside the building, where the sound of gunfire and explosions was intense, indicating that the opposition's hasty resistance was quite fierce.
Luo Zheng charged forward like a tiger, kicking open the door and rushing inside. He quickly discovered a firefight happening upstairs and downstairs. Luo Zheng, taken aback, saw Lan Xue approaching. He pointed upstairs, and Lan Xue nodded in understanding, sprinting up the stairs. Luo Zheng glanced at the basent stairs and charged forward as well, with an icy, deadly determination.
The basent was large, with a group resisting from inside a room. Snow Leopard and his n were in a standoff with them. Luo Zheng rushed up and shouted, "Grenade!"
Two grenades were imdiately thrown over with a thunderous explosion, shaking the entire building like an earthquake, smoke filling the air. Luo Zheng glared at Snow Leopard, who sheepishly smiled and said, "It's been a while since I used a gun, got a bit itchy, had so fun with them, won't happen again." With that, he led his n upstairs.
Snow Leopard was a battle enthusiast, itching to engage as soon as he heard gunfire. Luo Zheng glared at Snow Leopard, annoyed. At such a critical mont, he was still playing around—so reckless, not afraid of any mishaps? He glanced at the basent, which was now devoid of enemies, and charged up.
The second floor was still in a fierce battle, and gunfire could be heard from the subsidiary building, likely where Ghost Hand was fighting with his n. Luo Zheng arrived in the lobby, glanced upstairs, and spoke through the earpiece: "Use grenades, resolve this in a minute, put on masks, bring all hostages to the lobby, I'll be waiting here. If anyone delays, don't bla for being ruthless."
"Got it!" Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard's voices ca through the earpiece, followed imdiately by explosions and sporadic gunfire.
Luo Zheng sat leisurely on a sofa in the living room, pulling out a ghost mask he'd prepared beforehand to wear, to avoid being recognized by hostages. Wearing it during battle would have been inconvenient, but now that the fight was nearly over, their sudden attack had left the opponents unable to resist for long. Not wearing the mask would risk exposure, unless he chose to kill all the hostages, sothing Luo Zheng would prefer to avoid doing.
Soon, Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard arrived with their n, along with a dozen hostages, all in pajamas and looking terrified. Luo Zheng remained motionless, coldly observing the hostages while seated, his gaze falling on Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard. Both had donned masks, shaking their heads to indicate no casualties, allowing Luo Zheng to breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
"Who are you people? Do you know who I am?" An authoritative elderly man stepped forward, shielding others behind him, coldly watching Luo Zheng with eyes full of anger and a commanding presence, exuding a sense of leadership and dominance.
Luo Zheng slowly rose, coldly staring at the man, his aura undiminished as deadly intent emanated from him. Luo Zheng was no longer who he was yesterday, having encountered nurous influential figures and countless battles, the killing intent perating his being was nearly tangible, enveloping the man like a fierce, freezing wind, trendously intimidating. With a disdainful look, he spoke in an international common language: "Bring all the bodies, not one less."
"Yes," Ghost Hand acknowledged in an international common language, exchanging a glance with Snow Leopard, who nodded in understanding. Ghost Hand quickly departed with his n, while Snow Leopard gestured for half to remain in the lobby for surveillance, while the rest spread out for security.
"Who exactly are you?" The elderly man, noticing Luo Zheng's lack of intimidation, furrowed his brows, his expression turning grave. As an esteed figure, he'd encountered many formidable individuals, yet none exuded the sa lethal aura as Luo Zheng, leaving him deeply suspicious and cautiously observant. Unfortunately, the mask prevented him from discerning Luo Zheng's identity.
Luo Zheng ignored the man, instead scanning the hostages: elderly, middle-aged individuals, won, and children—all clad in robes, urgently pulled from their beds. The battle had lasted only about three minutes, too short a ti for ordinary people to react.
Indifference, neglect, and detachnt left the elderly man impatient. Coldly watching Luo Zheng, he observed as bodies were brought in, piling on the ground, terrifying the hostages, whose faces turned pale, screaming in horror. Adults shielded children from the grueso sight, while the old man's face turned a livid shade, glaring at Luo Zheng with hatred, itching to tear him apart alive.
Yet, Luo Zheng rely let out a disdainful cold laugh, refusing to utter another word, allowing the oppressive atmosphere to overshadow the living room, causing even more panic among the hostages. The sense of losing control over their fate, unsure of life or death, drove them to despair. Observing his terrified family, the old man's face turned pale, glaring at Luo Zheng, he shouted, "Who are you? What do you want?"
At this mont, Ghost Hand and his n brought in all the bodies, exactly thirty black-clad individuals, all shot dead and piled up, forming a mountain of corpses. The strong scent of blood filled the living room. Ghost Hand signaled to Luo Zheng, who smirked in understanding; as long as no one escaped, it would all be manageable. He then ordered, "Search the rooms, see if there's anything valuable."
"Yes!" Ghost Hand acknowledged, leading his n to leave.
"Is it money you want? I'll give it to you," the old man said, his expression shifting subtly.
Luo Zheng noticed the change in the old man's expression, discerning that there might be confidential information here, and was elated at the possibility of killing two birds with one stone. Glaring at the old man, he coldly said, "You must be the Minister of Defense, right?"
"You are?" The older man, seeing Luo Zheng's audacity despite knowing his status, turned pale and restless. With reasonable people, power could oppress; with greedy ones, money could buy them off; with fearless ones, threats could drive them away. But, these individuals seemingly feared nothing—what to do?
"Stop overthinking. We're from the Aladdin Terrorist Organization. You abducted our people—hand them over and your family stays alive. Otherwise, having your family buried here isn't too bad, especially taking your son's life and exterminating your lineage. So, are you going to talk or not? Make your choice," Luo Zheng coldly stated, masquerading as terrorists. After all, Sam Country had broadcast this narrative externally, conveniently allowing them to use this identity.
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