Qin Jian’s lips curled into a cold arc, his sharp gaze narrowing behind Lin Qiushu where Wang Jiu had coiled his entire body into a ball: "Your best option right now is to drop the hostage and run for your life! You still have ti to talk deals with ? Listen to the gunshots around us, they’re getting sparser, what does that tell you? It shows that this battle is about to end. You will be the last one to be surrounded and captured."
A chill ran down Wang Jiu’s spine as he heard this.
Despite his reluctance to admit it, the truth was undeniable.
The problem at hand was whether he could escape if he abandoned the hostage. He wasn’t particularly smart, but he wasn’t foolish to that extent, either.
"No." Wang Jiu swallowed and said to Qin Jian in almost a negotiating tone, "How about this, I’ll take her with as I leave, and I promise to leave her in a safe place. I’m only after the money, I don’t want to have a death on my hands."
Qin Jian shook his head in refusal.
"You don’t trust ?"
"No!"
"I promise!"
"You have no credibility with ," Qin Jian said calmly.
"Then what do I need to do for you to trust ?" Wang Jiu asked eagerly.
Qin Jian raised an eyebrow: "You’re talking terms with without even daring to show your face, hiding your whole body behind a woman, how do you expect to trust you? They say the eyes are the windows to the soul; if you won’t let see your eyes, how can I know you’re not deceiving ?"
"This..." Wang Jiu hesitated for a mont, then agreed with Qin Jian, "Alright then. Three seconds!"
He had heard of Qin Jian’s precise shooting, so, to avoid becoming Qin Jian’s target, he gave Qin Jian only three seconds.
"Fine. Three seconds it is." Qin Jian agreed.
"No! Captain Qin, I don’t want to go with him!" Lin Qiushu’s breathing beca tense and labored with anxiety.
Qin Jian didn’t respond to her but instead raised his hand and patted his chest.
Lin Qiushu instantly understood what he ant.
"Then put your gun down." Wang Jiu hadn’t forgotten about the gun Qin Jian had pointed at his forehead the whole ti.
Qin Jian slowly lowered his hand.
It was at this mont that Wang Jiu stuck his head out, and in that instant, Qin Jian swiftly raised his hand and fired, the motion fluid and seamless.
Lin Qiushu’s body jerked violently, and she quickly cupped her ears with a cry of alarm.
"Don’t bother! It’s too late!" A smile appeared on Qin Jian’s lips.
Before Lin Qiushu even turned around, she heard a bang, and her body shuddered frightfully once more.
"You are safe now." Qin Jian holstered his gun, tucking it back at his waist.
Lin Qiushu then slowly turned her head and saw Wang Jiu lying on the ground, a bullet wound piercing through the center of his forehead, eyes wide open even in death, filled with disbelief.
Lin Qiushu took a deep breath of relief, the joy of a narrow escape making her forget her fear of the dead and corpses, and she started crying softly with her hands clutched over her chest.
She never wanted to experience such terrifyingly thrilling scenes again in her lifeti.
Qin Jian stepped forward and gently patted Lin Qiushu’s shoulder, comforting her: "It’s over. Everything has passed!"
By this ti, the criminal police team had also completed their encirclent. The team leader, escorting the prisoners, walked over with his subordinates.
They saw Wang Jiu lying on the ground, shot between the eyebrows, and were all stunned.
This level of marksmanship they had only ever heard of; few could truly achieve it with a hundred percent certainty.
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