Chapter 277 Hellish Demons
The police officers and others outside reacted immediately upon seeing this! They rushed forward, and the huge force knocked down the door with a loud bang.
Then what came into their view was
It was an elderly man in his sixties sitting on the balcony of the suite's living room! His hair was gray, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but he was tall and stout, and looked quite robust!
He was holding a submachine gun and aiming it out the window.
Six open gun cases were placed at his feet! Each one was a large firearm with extremely high firepower, and even the accompanying bullets were placed in boxes. Next to the bullet boxes, there was indeed a gunpowder device!
Judging from the old gunman's expression, he clearly didn't expect the police to break in so quickly.
"Go to hell!"
The old gunman shouted with a ferocious expression and reached out to grab the gunpowder controller next to him.
The bullet struck his wrist first, causing his hand to tremble and the controller to fall to the ground, failing to start successfully!
When everyone breathed a sigh of relief
No one expected that the old man would not give up his evil intentions. He actually turned around and raised his pistol, pointing the muzzle at the gunpowder pack and about to pull the trigger!
If this shot were fired, everyone in this room would be reduced to ashes in an instant.
cannot
We absolutely cannot let him succeed!
Subconscious physical actions often happen faster than the brain can process information.
Wen Ni casually grabbed a broken piece of door panel and held it in front of her, stepping forward with the intention of using her body to block the bullet aimed at the gunpowder pack!
"Boss, I'll do it!"
"Beacon tower!"
Another figure was closer and faster than her. He was almost sent flying, his arms outstretched, as if he were embracing the deadly bullet in a heroic gesture!
"don't want!"
"Oh my god!"
With a loud "bang!"
The bullet struck Song Yanfeng in the chest.
His body was thrown backward by the impact, and he fell right onto the pile of explosives!
Beacon towers...
"Song Yanfeng!!!"
When Wen Ni uttered those three words, her heart felt like it was about to burst.
She couldn't accept Song Yanfeng's sacrifice; she couldn't accept that he was dead!
But her current situation leaves no time for grief.
The old gunman had his pistol pointed at his own mouth, and he was about to shoot himself!
"Put your gun down!" The police officers snapped out of their daze and their first reaction was to shout at him.
Wen Ni had somehow already run up to the old gunslinger!
Her eyes were bloodshot, as if they were bleeding.
His chilling aura was imbued with the ruthlessness and bloodlust that seemed to have been forged from the bones of the dead!
"Bang!"
The veteran gunman's pull of the trigger sent a shiver down everyone's spine!
The bullet did not end his life as he had hoped.
The old gunman stared in astonishment at his wrist, which had been easily broken, as if only skin and flesh were connecting it, dangling there and swaying back and forth, while his pistol fell to the ground.
The bullet that was thrown out only made a small hole in the ground!
"Ah...it hurts..." Only now did he feel the pain of his broken wrist!
"Does it hurt? You killed my man, and I'll make you wish you were dead!" Wen Ni chuckled softly, her voice chilling. She swung her fist and slammed it hard into the old gunman's face, knocking out several teeth that fell to the ground, blood flowing freely!
No one dared to step forward to stop them.
In fact, they were so shocked by the rampant killing intent emanating from her that they forgot to stop her!
One punch, two punches, three punches!
He raised his long leg high and stepped on the old gunman's stomach.
"ah!……"
The old gunman lay on his back on the ground, his face covered in blood, barely alive.
The police officers present rushed forward and grabbed Wen Ni, shouting, "Sir! Sir! You can't hit her anymore! If you keep hitting her, she'll die!"
"Sir! Calm down, sir!"
Several people almost couldn't hold back the rampaging Wen Ni!
Then a hoarse voice rang out, causing everyone to freeze in place and turn around in unison.
"Boss! Stop hitting me! I'm fine!"
"???"
Wen Ni was panting heavily as she watched Song Yanfeng, who had just been shot to death, slowly get up.
Apart from a hole in his chest, there was no blood flowing out!
"Hehehe, I'm wearing this!" Song Yanfeng unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a bulletproof vest underneath, with a bullet lodged in his chest. "I was just knocked unconscious by the shockwave! But boss, your courage in fighting for me really touched me... It turns out I'm important to you too!"
"nonsense!!"
Wen Ni, who had been holding back her tears, swallowed them back and kicked him in anger!
This scared Song Yanfeng so much that he ran away as fast as he could.
The old gunman lay on the ground, hissing and gasping for breath. He didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids, but he kept muttering, "Why didn't you kill me? Kill me... kill me..."
"You've killed so many people, and you think you can just die? Not so easy!" Wen Ni coldly glanced sideways.
"hehe……"
The old gunman's hoarse, trembling laugh was a cold mockery. Suddenly, he muttered in a language no one else could understand, "Foolish people, they should thank me. I saved them from this hell on earth, giving them a chance to go to heaven! My high and mighty Lord will remember my deeds..."
While everyone else was completely bewildered, only Wen Ni understood his words. In the same fluent Burmese, she coldly replied, "You've fallen to such a wretched state. Why doesn't the Lord you believe in come to save you? In my opinion, he's neither a god nor an immortal, but rather a demon dragging you into hell!"
"Do you want to see him? Do you want to see my Lord?" The old gunman suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Wen Ni with bloodshot eyes, muttering as if chanting a spell in Burmese, "If you are sincere, he will come to see you! He will tear your flesh and blood apart and offer your blood as a sacrifice to me!"
Wen Ni looked directly into his eyes, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart...
Is the "Lord" he speaks of an ethereal faith, or a real person?
"I'm leaving this place to you."
Discarding the unrealistic thoughts in her mind, Wen Ni indifferently withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at the crazy old man, and turned to leave.
The outdoor performance area was in a complete mess at this time.
Ambulances and police formed a cordon, setting up a perimeter to enclose the injured and deceased.
"I never expected Lu Jinye to be such a positive role model! He was fearless in the face of danger and rushed around helping to save people! I've decided to become his fan from now on!" Gao Yang gazed longingly at that handsome figure.
"What time is it? You still have the mind to think about these things?" Qian Duo shook his head helplessly, still tending to the scrapes on Gao Yang's leg. "We've really escaped with our lives today. I just heard that there were dozens of people injured and about ten killed by gunfire!"
"So many people died?! I really don't know what kind of thug committed this? Could he be some kind of antisocial personality?"
They were talking about it.
Suddenly, a black SWAT vehicle stopped outside the police cordon.
"So much money! So much money! Look! That SWAT car, doesn't it look like the one the SWAT officer who helped me pick up the glow sticks rode in?" Gao Yang stood up with a limp, slightly excited.
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