Almost simultaneously, Luo Zheng also smiled as another gun sounded, its bullet whistled sharply, ferociously burying itself in the other's forehead, killing him with a single shot. It was all a trap. Once he discovered the other party hiding, Luo Zheng knew his opponent was tough to deal with, so he deliberately fired off an angry round of bullets into the air to lure the enemy into the open. To make it more convincing, he intentionally pulled the trigger three more tis on an empty chamber. The other gun was already prepared to strike.
It must be said that Luo Zheng's move was sowhat risky. If his opponent had been a battle-hardened soldier, they would have definitely noticed sothing amiss. On the battlefield, no one would recklessly reveal their position and waste ti by pulling the trigger three tis on an empty gun—a move equivalent to suicide. But the other party was an assassin, efficient at killing but not very skilled in combat. Plus, with his companions withdrawing, the police closing in, and his own injury causing panic, the assassin ended up losing his life.
After the successful kill, Luo Zheng picked up the assassin's handgun and rushed towards the fire exit. Seeing the third floor already under police control and Ghost Hand returning with a grim expression, Luo Zheng glanced around at the open area filled with the injured groaning in pain and others lying in pools of blood, then asked in a low, solemn voice, "Is it serious?"
"Mhm, are you okay?" Ghost Hand asked with concern.
"I'm fine. I barely dodged a sneaky shot from a bastard when I followed up here. I just took him down. What's the plan now?" Luo Zheng asked in a low voice, seeing more police officers rushing in and adding worriedly, "I'm afraid there might be more killers hiding among the crowd. What do we do?"
"We can't identify them, so we can't make a move or it would lead to more casualties. This operation has already been shocking enough, with four or five civilians dead and over a dozen injured to various degrees. With such a big incident, the authorities will definitely investigate—they won't get away. The imdiate priority is to stabilize the situation," Ghost Hand said quietly.
Luo Zheng thought about it and realized it made sense. As long as they could identify the enemy, no matter where they hid, they would be brought to justice eventually. There was no need for haste, so he nodded and asked, "What about the sniper?" As he spoke, he spotted Lan Xue running up the escalator hurriedly. The policen made way as they saw her approaching. Luo Zheng said in a low voice, "Let's go."
Ghost Hand also noticed Lan Xue approaching and agreed to go over. Suddenly, two people burst out from among the crowd of onlookers near the escalator entrance; the one in front shot dead two policen, while the one behind, even faster, reached Lan Xue in an instant, aiming his gun at her and shouting coldly, "Nobody move."
"Ah?" Luo Zheng's face changed dramatically, and he was pulled back by Ghost Hand. Watching the unresisting Lan Xue, his face cold as ice that wouldn't lt for a billion years, Luo Zheng asked anxiously in a low voice, "What do we do?"
"Wait and see, split up, be careful and circle around, act according to the situation. Move." Ghost Hand spoke softly.
The two separated and moved forward. At that mont, Lan Xue said coldly, "Put down the gun, you can't escape." Her tone carried no emotion, completely disregarding the opponent and equally indifferent to life and death—as a competent soldier, Lan Xue had long put life and death out of her mind.
"No, you're wrong. I can tell you're the leader here. As long as I have you, they won't dare to do anything," the other party said coldly, confident of having the upper hand.
Listening to the voice that sounded sowhat familiar, a trace of surprise and doubt flashed through Lan Xue's icy eyes. Fixated on the other person, she suddenly realized sothing. Her cold aura exploded with boundless fighting spirit, like a sword unsheathed, radiating cold light in all directions. She demanded, "Wolf King? Is that you?!"
"You didn't expect this, did you? You are indeed formidable, not only breaking through my deadly trap but also killing ten of my n. You're an opponent worthy of respect. As a warrior, I admire you, but now, you'd better cooperate, otherwise, I won't hesitate to start a massacre," Wolf King said coldly, removing his wig and tossing it aside.
At that mont, the assailant who had killed two police officers stepped forward, gesturing with his gun for the others behind Lan Xue to back off, and signaled for Lan Xue to surrender her weapon. As a soldier, death was not to be feared, but causing innocent harm was absolutely unacceptable. Lan Xue knew she was dealing with a rcenary who wouldn't bat an eye at killing, understood that under Wolf King's gunpoint she had no chance to fight back. Her own death was a small matter, but it would bring harm to many others. Reluctantly, she threw her pistol aside and declared, "I'm the highest commander here; just is enough. Let them go, otherwise, after all these years of fighting, you should know my temper."
"No problem. I need an EC-135 helicopter; don't tell you don't have one. Also, I require your assistance in departing safely. I guarantee no harm to anyone here, but before that, it's best if everyone stays still. We both know what each other is capable of, and I suggest you don't attempt anything you're unsure about," Wolf King said coldly, not giving an inch.
"You have more people than this, don't you?" Lan Xue asked coldly, her eyes sharp and icy, wishing she could tear her old adversary before her to pieces.
"Of course. You know ; I never fight a battle I'm not sure of," Wolf King said with a cold, proud chuckle.
"Hold on," a voice bellowed. A tall figure strode from the crowd, his gun aid at Wolf King, his overwhelming aura of murderous intent like a sharp-edged sword, his voice undoubted and cold as he demanded, "Release her, and I'll be your hostage. Otherwise, we both go down." It was Luo Zheng.
"You? Good, looks like you're the one who killed my n upstairs. Not bad, you've got so skills. But, you're in no position to talk in this situation," Wolf King retorted coldly, his eyes half-closed as he suppressed his raging fury. His deanor was like a volcano on the verge of eruption. The Wild Wolf rcenary Group had suffered heavy losses, and most of their elite had been killed by Luo Zheng. As Wolf King, he wanted nothing more than to tear Luo Zheng to pieces, but for the sake of those still alive, he had to endure. How intense was this hate?
"Is that so? You can try," Luo Zheng replied coldly, his face as firm as granite, his tone brooking no doubt, and his eyes filled with anger. He saw the assassin who had just killed two police officers approaching with a sullen face. Luo Zheng didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" The shot was sudden; nobody expected Luo Zheng to fire—a move entirely unbecoming of a police officer or a soldier. At a re three ters distance, the assailant couldn't dodge Luo Zheng's furious strike. The bullet, like a bolt of lightning, entered directly into the assailant's forehead, shredding his brain's central nerves and splattering a large swathe of blood. The assailant's body stiffened and fell back rigidly, his eyes locked on Luo Zheng, filled with confusion and unwillingness.
Wolf King, too, stared blankly at Luo Zheng. Too vicious. Who exactly was the kidnapper here? Looking at his dying man, Wolf King let out a towering roar, "You seeking death?!"
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