"No?" The assassin looked at the blonde woman on the ground and cried out unwillingly, like a wounded beast losing its composure in rage. His chilling eyes emanated endless murderous intent, flaring up in red as he dragged the hostage toward the blonde beauty, attempting to check on her situation—clearly, the two shared a complex relationship.
Seizing the mont, Luo Zheng darted like lightning through the car window into the interior, charging at the assassin. The assassin reacted, pushing the hostage toward Luo Zheng before smashing through the car window to flee, completely forgetting about the nurous police officers on alert with their guns. Seeing soone jumping out to escape, they obviously would not let him get away. Shi Feng raised his hand and pulled the trigger, loudly ordering the police to open fire. Having finally forced the assassin into the open, they weren't about to let him go—gunfire erupted.
After hitting the ground, the assassin did not just take hits passively—he rolled away quickly, with bullets almost grazing his body and churning up the highway's soil—always by just that little bit. Nurous cars were still parked nearby, their owners having run far away, leaving the vehicles empty. The assassin, with a cold face, rolled next to one car to conceal himself, his crimson eyes flickering with an icy murderous aura. Initially having control of the hostage and the upper hand, he had not expected to fall into such a plight in the blink of an eye. Fury surged in the assassin's heart, mixed with towering hatred towards Luo Zheng.
It was Luo Zheng's dominance and exceptional combat skills that had forced the assassin onto the back foot. Now, with the police unable to aim effectively, their gunfire ceased. The cold muzzles continued to lock onto the target ahead, waiting for the opportune mont to strike.
Luo Zheng, upon seeing the assassin escape the dense police gunfire, was taken aback and realized that he was dealing with an expert. Such an adversary needed to be eliminated swiftly; missing this chance could bring untold trouble later—what if he went after his family? With this thought, Luo Zheng shuddered with fury, his face turning cold. He, too, leapt through the window, shattering the glass into clattering shards on the ground.
Once on the ground, Luo Zheng held nothing back. As a lion does not spare effort when pouncing on a rabbit, he doubled his efforts against an assassin his equal. Underestimating the enemy would only lead to a quicker death. Luo Zheng, bellowing in rage, charged like a cannonball being fired, his whole body erupting with an intense fighting spirit, as if he could set the surrounding air ablaze.
The assassin, catching his breath under the car, saw Luo Zheng pursuing and turned to run. Using the parked cars on the highway as cover, he dodged bullets fired by the police, swiftly widening the gap between him and Luo Zheng.
Seeing this, Shi Feng was shocked and hastily ordered the police through the walkie-talkie not to shoot, to avoid accidentally hitting Luo Zheng in pursuit. He instructed the elite mbers of the major case squad to follow and the other officers to flank and encircle.
"Damn it, you can't escape," Luo Zheng chased closely, admiring the assassin's speed—he hardly believed his own burst speed was nearly insufficient to catch up.
While the assassin was fast, his stamina seed lacking. After sprinting for a while and realizing he couldn't shake Luo Zheng off, the proximity of the two narrowed alarmingly. Panicked, he had never expected his prideful speed to fail to evade his pursuer. Thoughts of the dead blonde beauty, of his nesis right behind him, of him being unable to escape, drove him to a desperate halt, quickly aiming his gun at Luo Zheng.
Running at high speed, Luo Zheng's body instinctively twisted to barely dodge the incoming bullet. He dashed behind the rear door of a car ahead, crouching and concealing himself, coldly shouting, "It's no use, you can't escape. Surrender."
"Bastard, you killed my woman, and for that, our enmity will reach the heavens, die!" The assassin was desperate, quickly aid at Luo Zheng's hiding spot, and fired while running over, trying to engage Luo Zheng in a fight to the death. His chilly gaze was filled with hatred and boundless resentnt.
"You're not qualified enough," Luo Zheng coldly retorted while pricking up his ears. He judged the assassin's position and distance from the sounds of gunfire and footsteps, gripped his gun tightly, and prepared for a fatal shot. Assassins who killed for money didn't know much; capturing one alive was always better, but Luo Zheng wouldn't insist on it if it was impossible.
A terrifying murderous intent flashed across the assassin's face. He did not hesitate to pull the trigger again, arriving at Luo Zheng's side, an angle that allowed him to see most of Luo Zheng's body. His bloodshot eyes shone with a cold light as he shouted, "Die!" Just as he squeezed the trigger, the assassin found his target had vanished, foresaw disaster, and was terrified, turning tail to run, only to et another man charging at him. With no way to avoid, the assassin viciously raised his gun to shoot.
The very mont he fired, the assassin's vision blurred. The man in front of him had disappeared again. Instinctively, he dove to the side, only to realize there was no one attacking him. Not far away stood another man, aiming a gun at him, sneering. By lunging, he had essentially delivered himself into the other's line of fire.
Humiliated and enraged, the assassin slapped the ground with his palm, propelling his body upwards, ready for a do-or-die struggle.
Luo Zheng watched the assassin suddenly spring into action with cold eyes. Continuing to shoot might not hit the target, so he decided to use the butt of his gun to ruthlessly smash the assassin's lower back and spine. The assassin's body, however, twisted bizarrely in midair, narrowly avoiding Luo Zheng's lethal strike; his body turning nimbly, he whipped a leg out at Luo Zheng. The sequence of rising, evading, and counterattacking was so fluid and quick it seed like a single motion, almost too fast to see.
Knowing he was dealing with an expert, Luo Zheng had been cautious from the start. The mont he swung the gun butt, his free hand fished a tal spike from his belt. As the assassin's leg ca sweeping in, Luo Zheng clamped the spike between his forefinger and middle finger, its sharp end facing out, made a fist, and with brute force hamred it into the assassin's whipping leg. It looked like a hard clash, but it was actually a concealed sting within the cotton.
The assassin, unaware of Luo Zheng's deadly trick, curled his lips into a cruel smirk and put more force into his sweeping leg. He used up the last bit of his reserved strength, aiming for a successful blow. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain starting at his calf, and it intensified rapidly, spreading up through his thigh and converging into the neural network of his brain.
"AHH—!" The assassin let out a piercing scream. His leg was blasted away by Luo Zheng, but the powerful sweeping force still shook Luo Zheng back a few steps. Watching the assassin writhing on the ground, he was inwardly shaken. The guy's strength was clearly superior to his own; if not for that punch with the hidden tal spike, he might have been the one to fall.
On the battlefield, there are no what-ifs, only life and death. Victory is victory, defeat is defeat. A look of resignation flashed through the cold eyes of the assassin; grinding his teeth, pale-faced, and with cold sweat on his forehead, he stared at Luo Zheng, releasing endless hatred accrued in his body, and with all his might, aid his gun at Luo Zheng.
"Bang!" the assassin triggered the gun in fury.
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