The gunshots only made them laugh even more wildly.

"Officer Song, you have quite a few helpers. I just don't know how many of you you have to provide for us to play with."

Song Zhu was shot in the shoulder again, and behind him was a young policeman who had just joined the police station this year. The young policeman had been shot in the leg and his lips were bloodless.

Song Zhu clenched his teeth.

Those people simply took pleasure in torturing and killing them.

Several times he was on the verge of death, but those people deliberately avoided vital points and gave him a blow that was neither too light nor too heavy.

Even the gunshot wounds on his body were from when they used him as a human shield to block bullets fired by their colleagues.

The four colleagues who came to help were powerless to resist; their service pistols fell to the ground, but they didn't pick them up.

He was still charging around with his big knife.

Song Zhu shouted outside, "Kill me or torture me, give me a quick death. If you have the guts, don't let me leave here alive, or you will be the ones who die."

The masked man laughed even more wildly.

"Don't worry, you'll definitely die, but only if we've had our fun."

Yun Lian had just killed two people, which aroused their vigilance.

"Oh dear, a little stray cat has come too. Let's chop off your claws and see if you can still scratch people then."

Yun Lian's sun-protective sportswear almost completely covered her, leaving only her eyes visible as she spoke coldly.

"Then come and try it, and see whose claws get chopped off."

As Yun Lian spoke, she shot and killed another masked man.

The masked men finally couldn't sit still any longer and sent some of them to deal with Yun Lian.

The moment Song Zhu heard Yun Lian's voice, her pupils almost dilated.

Why is she here?

Song Zhu was distracted for a moment and was slashed again.

The masked man at the head of the group looked at the data in his hand, his brows relaxed.

"Officer Song, you care so much about that little stray cat? How about I let her die in front of you first? Hahaha..."

As soon as the masked man finished speaking, several more people were sent to deal with Yun Lian.

Suddenly, the seven people surrounded Yun Lian.

While observing, Yun Lian discovered that there were quite a few hidden cameras in this small, dilapidated place.

Considering that they haven't gone all out, Yun Lian guessed that they might be live-streaming.

In the storyline, Song Zhuyuan died from 28 stab wounds, but none of them were fatal; he died from excessive blood loss.

Therefore, it can be concluded that their purpose was not to kill, but rather to enjoy the process of torture.

No wonder the original male lead rose through the ranks and established himself firmly.

It's likely that even Song Zhu's death was deliberately exposed by them.

Yun Lian pressed the tip of her tongue against her lower jaw and looked at the masked man at the head of the crowd through the crowd.

"Don't speak too soon, you might be the one who dies first."

Yun Lian put away her sidearm, picked up the broadsword from the ground, and slashed at them.

The broadsword has many notches and is quite blunt, but the rest of it is very sharp.

The seven men slowly swung their swords at Yun Lian, who barely managed to dodge them by twisting her body to its limit.

The masked man at the head became even more excited upon seeing this.

"Interesting. Since you've been so helpful, I'll let you live a little longer."

Yun Lian directly used all the combat techniques from the military. The Yun Kingdom emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness and using minimal force to deflect great force.

Yun Lian is like flowing water, always managing to dodge attacks by finding a gap in the path.

But he could pull out a counterattack the instant she dodged.

Those who surrounded her didn't gain anything; instead, they all ended up with injuries.

The attacks became increasingly fierce.

Yun Lian looked over and saw that Song Zhu's other colleague had just crawled out a little when he was dragged back.

Song Zhu's body has accumulated more scars.

His military uniform was so soaked that it was hard to tell if it was wet with rain or blood; his body was covered in bruises.

Huo Ye went to bed late, and when he heard the car start, he only had time to see Yun Lian's face clearly before he hurriedly followed.

Yun Lian's phone was constantly busy. Huo Ye finally caught up with her and saw a person lying on the ground. He picked up a knife and followed her.

He had just arrived when Zhang Guanglong arrived as well, and he greeted Huo Ye immediately.

“We’re on the same side. Yun Lian is my master.”

Huo Ye didn't know him, but he knew Huo Ye, who was his junior brother's older brother.

Zhang Guanglong led a group of people out of the car and rushed inside, carrying steel pipes. Huo Ye also ran with the crowd.

The masked man at the head of the group suddenly turned cold upon hearing the voice.

"Officer Song, since your police station is dishonest and brought so many mosquitoes here, then we don't need to keep our promise."

Song Zhu's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

They refrained from calling for reinforcements, while Captain Li was tied up on the rooftop, along with three children and two women.

When Song Zhu learned that there were only a few people, he knew he had fallen into a trap.

But as long as they are hostages, they will do anything to rescue them, no matter the cost.

Whether it's an individual or a group of people, it holds extraordinary significance in their eyes.

"No! Let me go up! Put the child down."

Yun Lian heard Song Zhu's tense voice and almost exerted her physical limits.

With a few leaps as swift as a ghost, the seven people surrounding them were rendered powerless to fight back.

Yun Lian covered her other arm, sighing inwardly.

As expected, this body is still too weak.

Yun Lian didn't give the masked man a chance to react before drawing her gun and shooting at the others.

Those surrounding the masked man were not minor figures; each of them perfectly evaded the attack.

As soon as Zhang Guanglong entered, he saw someone pointing a gun at Yun Lian. His body reacted faster than his brain. Before he could even utter a sound, he had already run to Yun Lian's side.

"master!"

"Don't worry about me, there are still children upstairs. Take your people and rescue them."

Zhang Guanglong's eyes reddened as he stared at Yun Lian's injured arm.

"good!"

Time is life.

Every minute he delays now increases the danger to his master.

Zhang Guanglong ran upstairs without looking back, while Yun Lian cleaned up after him and stopped those who dared to attack him.

The masked man put away the tablet.

Yun Lian had already taken the pistol from the ground as soon as she rushed in, and now the masked man only had a machete left as his weapon.

Yun Lian was like a killing god, gouging out eyes, leaping down to press down, striking the back of the head, sending him tumbling head over heels...

Do whatever is ruthless and insidious.

There is no need to be moral about treating animals.

The system kept issuing alarms.

"Host, stop now. You're almost at your physical limit. If you keep fighting, you'll die prematurely. If the mission restarts, it will waste a lot of time."

Yun Lian wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her finger bone and knocked the masked man who was about to end the young policeman's life unconscious with a single slash.

"System, people can come up with solutions. If you can't persuade me, you didn't even think of getting some good stuff from the system shop? Without my hard work, you'd probably be useless without system energy, right?"

The system hesitated, pinching its fingertips.

"Master, you don't need to do anything too difficult. Just help me block out this Heavenly Dao for 30 seconds."

The system seemed to have foreseen the danger and its fur stood on end.

"Host, what are you trying to do? You can't cause innocent deaths."

"Innocent? Look at these masked people, how many of them are truly innocent?"

Having spent years fighting on the battlefield, Yun Lian knew all too well the aura of those whose hands were stained with blood.

This group of masked men, surrounded by black mist, each had at least 10 masks on them, while the smaller minions had slightly lighter ones.

The system made up its mind and went all out.

"Host, you have ten seconds."