As a Sniper, Luo Zheng knew firearms better than his own body. The mont the gun reached his hands, he knew exactly how many bullets it contained, and how it basically functioned. The instant he grasped the pistol, Luo Zheng keenly sensed that it contained only one bullet, which seed unusually light, like it was missing a bullet head. Luo Zheng grew suspicious. How could a bullet without a head kill soone?
Continuing with his thoughts amidst confusion, if it couldn't kill a person, then the Song family wouldn't be able to trade the young master's life for his own. Why would they create such a grand spectacle for nothing? Could it be that they just wanted him to fire a single shot? The gun would go off, the surveillance would capture it, and he would be unable to clear his na even if he jumped into the Yellow River. With no bullet head, the young master wouldn't die; instead, he would.
At this thought, Luo Zheng shivered. A light flashed before his eyes, tearing through all the fog of confusion, leading him to a sudden awakening. He thought to himself, "Fake death? So, it's a plot of feigned death. This is the Public Sea, where in front of the public I am to shoot the young master dead, soon to be wanted by the cruise ship's country of registration. Pressured by various forces, Huaxia will have no choice but to dismiss from the National Blade Special Combat Team. What a clever sche."
Realizing all this, Luo Zheng sneered to himself. Fake death? I'll make sure you die a true death, a death from which you can't return. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, gave Song Yan a chilly glance, and with a swift kick, sent the leader trying to attack him again with a gun butt flying. He coldly declared, "In such a hurry for your funeral, are you?"
Everyone watched Luo Zheng in surprise. Wasn't he too fierce? Who exactly was the robber here? Even Lan Xue didn't understand what Luo Zheng was up to, watching the surroundings warily. She discretely signaled to Ghost Hand and the others, preparing for battle. The robbers, startled by Luo Zheng, then looked towards their leader who also watched him coldly, confused by this sudden turn of events, and couldn't help but demand, "Kid, are you seeking death?"
"If I shoot, will you spare as promised?" Luo Zheng demanded coldly.
The chief robber, originally about to lash out violently, cald down upon hearing these words. Pointing his gun at Luo Zheng, he felt a vague pain in his chest, recognizing that Luo Zheng was not easy to handle and should be treated with caution. Yet not wanting to lose face, he bellowed, "Enough with the nonsense. There are rules even among thieves. Hurry up, or I shoot!" Saying so, he quickly aid his gun at Luo Zheng's head, adopting a threatening stance.
Luo Zheng coolly stepped up to the young master and whispered coldly, "Boy, since you're courting death, I'll oblige. Don't try any tricks below."
"Go ahead and shoot." Knowing the insider details, the young master wasn't afraid of Luo Zheng shooting. The robber holding him stepped aside, letting him go. The young master, not sufficiently understanding Luo Zheng and unaware that Luo Zheng had seen through the plot and even the anomaly of the gun, defiantly shouted, "You stole my woman and got punished by , now you're using this chance for revenge, plotting my death in front of witnesses. Go ahead and shoot, if you dare!"
Hearing this, Luo Zheng felt even more confird in his judgnt. He smirked inwardly. Anyone who underestimated Luo Zheng eventually t the sa fate: death. Lan Xue too sensed the plot and looked towards Luo Zheng, seeing his 'Wisdom holds the key' expression, evidently also having figured out the sche and made a decision.
Regardless of what decision Luo Zheng made in this crisis, Lan Xue wouldn't oppose it. She quietly moved towards Song Yan, deciding to seize him first once shooting started, following the logic that capturing the leader is the key to controlling the enemy. Nearby, Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, and Mountain Eagle also sensed the situation's gravity and quietly moved towards Song Yan, their battlefield synergy letting everyone know what to do and how to coordinate with each other.
Luo Zheng took a quick step forward, his hand like a steel clamp, seizing the blustering young master by the neck, and hoisted him off the ground. The slightly cunning dandy had no strength to resist in Luo Zheng's grip. His face turned red, unable to speak, as he babbled incoherently and his legs flailed wildly.
"Shoot, I'm telling you to shoot, do it fast." The gang leader, shocked by this scene, angrily yelled with his gun pressed against Luo Zheng's temple, looking like he was about to explode.
Luo Zheng knew that the man wouldn't shoot, at least not until he had fired his own gun. Otherwise, he would have acted earlier. The whole setup was to make him fire that shot. Luo Zheng turned and glanced coldly at the gang leader, disdainfully said, "Are you sure you really want to shoot?" With that, he pressed the muzzle against the young master's axillary midline, just at the front end of the first floating rib, which aligns with the elbow tip when the arm is bent — also known as the Zhangn acupoint.
"No more nonsense, I'll blow your head off right now," the gang leader shouted coldly.
The young master began to sense that sothing was amiss and wanted to call off the plan, but feared Song Yan's opposition. Considering the benefits after its success, he gathered his courage and yelled, "Bastard, dare to shoot."
"Since you wish to die, I shall grant your wish," Luo Zheng said coldly. He glanced back at Song Yan, a sneer erging at the corner of his mouth. Song Yan also felt that sothing was amiss. It shouldn't be like this, but once the bow is drawn, one must release the arrow. The cost of aborting the plan was too great for Song Yan to bear. He looked coldly at Luo Zheng, with a chilling gleam of murderous intent.
"Bang!" Luo Zheng hesitated no longer and decisively pulled the trigger. The young master had insulted Lan Xue enough to deserve death thrice over, and now, having laid a death trap for others, he deserved to die.
"Ah!" The young master scread, staggering back several steps before falling to the ground, his clothes soaking with a lot of blood. However, this blood seed odd to Luo Zheng, accustod to the sll of blood from the dead. But at that mont, Luo Zheng couldn't bother himself with these details and instead turned to look at the gang leader.
Back when he learned acupoint striking, Luo Zheng knew that death acupoints were divided into four types: soft and numb, dizziness, light, and severe, each type containing nine acupoints, totaling thirty-six fatal acupoints, with Zhangn acupoint being one of them. The rhys say: "Hit Baihui and one falls to the ground, hit Weilü and one won't return ho, strike Zhangn and nine out of ten die."
The young master's Zhangnt acupoint was directly aid and shot by Luo Zheng. Although the handgun bullet had no bullet head, the casing ejected at a high speed with great force. In such close range, it was hard for the young master not to die. Both Song Yan and the young master were clever but unfamiliar with combat and underestimated Luo Zheng's abilities, turning a fake death into a real one.
While everyone around was unaware that the young master had truly died, those in the know also thought he was faking his death following the original plan. Song Yan didn't show himself, and the gang leader, satisfied, holstered his weapon and coldly surveyed the surroundings, shouting, "Who else here isn't afraid of dying? I'll fulfill his wish."
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