Mo Chuhong knew she was going to lose.
Moreover, it was a complete defeat with no chance of recovery.
When explosions and gunshots came from the first floor, she jumped to the adjacent rooftop as fast as she could, under the cover of Da Ming and A Gen.
Just as they were about to cross another building, the three of them were stopped by heavy fire from ahead.
Left with no other option, they broke down the iron gate to the rooftop and took a family of four living in the house hostage.
Three minutes passed, and they were surrounded by more than twenty gunmen wearing black masks.
Everyone was holding an MP5 submachine gun.
Black clothes, black mask, black bulletproof vest, painted submachine gun, grenades, earpiece communicator...
Judging from their attire, they are definitely battle-hardened international mercenaries.
Most likely, they are the organization that strikes fear into the hearts of wealthy and political figures from around the world: Blackface.
Lu Sheng hasn't caught up yet; he must have already been killed in action.
As for Lin Dong's two women, whether they are alive or dead, they are no longer within Mo Chuhong's concern.
Because she is currently in dire straits herself, her chances of surviving and getting out of here are very slim...
"Don't come up here, or this whole family will die!" Da Ming shouted coldly from behind the four hostages.
The submachine gun in his hand had just had a new magazine replaced.
Now we are surrounded on all sides, and our only option is to take civilians hostage and try our luck.
"Spare our lives, and the hostages will be safe..." Da Ming hissed, still trying to plead his case.
I can die, but the young lady must live.
At this moment, a low-ranking member of the black-faced organization chuckled:
"You three are so naive. Do you even know who we are?"
"We are the Blackface, a ruthless organization that kills without hesitation. Do you think we would care about the hostages in your hands?"
"You have three seconds: lay down your weapons and surrender, or die!"
Mo Chuhong's face was ashen; even her thick makeup couldn't conceal her despair and resentment.
She gently shook her head at the two subordinates who were looking over, meaning:
Those who cannot lay down their weapons will not escape death, even if they surrender...
"three!"
"two!"
"One, time's up!"
"Wait, let's talk some more..."
Mo Chuhong suddenly screamed; at that moment, she truly felt the approach of death.
"Too late, fire!"
As soon as the foreman gave the order to fire, more than twenty submachine guns simultaneously spewed out scorching flames.
Countless cold and merciless bullets were fired at the four hostages and Mo Chuhong and her two companions.
Blood splattered, and the screams stopped abruptly.
Just as A'gen was about to return fire with his submachine gun, he was riddled with bullets.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood in frustration and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Da Ming braved the hail of bullets and darted in front of Mo Chuhong.
He opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.
"Da da da..."
"Puff puff puff..."
The next second, Da Ming's back was riddled with bullet holes, and blood gushed out...
"Miss... I... I'll take my leave now..."
"Da Ming!"
Having narrowly escaped the first volley of gunfire, Mo Chuhong completely lost her composure, screaming hysterically:
"Lin Dong, I'll be waiting for you in hell! Ah!"
At the last moment, Mo Chuhong frantically pulled the trigger, and the bullets flew wildly in all directions without any accuracy.
"Da da da... da da da..."
The merciless bullet pierced her clothes, and bright red blood clots slowly bloomed on her plain clothes.
Boundless pain and fear enveloped her as eternal night descended.
"Am I... going to die? I'm so unwilling to accept this!"
This was her last thought before she died.
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Xu Hong was very depressed and angry today.
He had just received news that the small building where Mo Chuhong was hiding had been surrounded.
Even if he could warn her in time, Miss Mo would probably have a hard time escaping under the enemy's heavy blockade.
Half an hour ago, the Hong Gang came out in full force and arrived at top speed.
The sudden burst of flames ahead, along with the dense gunfire and explosions, reminded him that the group of people sent by the Dragon Gang tonight were definitely not simple.
In the capital of Thailand, how dare they openly use firearms? Do the Dragon Gang really think the government army is transparent?
"Boss... Boss, something's wrong! The enemy has submachine guns, should we... still charge in?"
One of the younger men who had been scouting ahead came running back, panting heavily.
"They... have completely surrounded both buildings!"
Xu Hong's face darkened, and he slapped the henchman on the head repeatedly, cursing:
"Do you need to tell me? Do you need to tell me! You chicken out when you see someone else has trolls?"
"Chinatown is our Hung Gang's territory. Even if they had ten times the guts, they wouldn't dare to fire a shot at me!"
"All of you, charge forward! General Saikon said the King's troops will be in Chinatown soon. If these bastards dare to make a move, they'll die a horrible death!"
Upon hearing this, the 300-plus Hong Gang members were immediately in high spirits, and they readily agreed, quickening their pace of attack.
With General Saikham, the Thai king's son-in-law, backing him up, what's there to be afraid of?
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