"Don't move!" He kidnapped a child next to Jiang Ling, strangled the boy's neck with his hands, and pointed the dagger in his hand at everyone, "Stay away from me! Otherwise..."
The crowd immediately scattered, all running far away except for Jiang Ling, who remained waiting for the elevator. The little boy's father waited until he was far away before realizing it was his child. He tried to turn back, but was stopped by the crowd.
The surrounding law enforcers were startled by this and quickly stopped, forming a circle around the guy. They were about five meters away from him, which was still too far to pounce on directly. They had to slowly move away from him while calling for their companions to come for support.
Jiang Ling held his forehead and sighed, what he thought was really coming true.
This punk artist had been staying by the elevator after taking hostages. Jiang Ling knew what he was waiting for, but if he waited here, the elevator would definitely not come down, so she was also waiting for him to leave. As long as he left, Jiang Ling would be able to wait for the elevator.
Two middle-aged men quickly emerged from the crowd, one of whom was using a terminal to verify something. He then found something useful, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to wink at Jiang Ling.
The middle-aged man winked at her, and she winked back. The middle-aged man shook his head at her, and she tilted her head at him. The man sighed, obviously this kind of eye contact could not convey any useful information.
Time passed by, and the elevator actually came down. The elevator door slowly opened, and there was nothing inside. I guess they had urgently evacuated the people in the elevator.
Before anyone could react, Jiang Ling quickly blocked the elevator door. It took two seconds for the punk artist to react. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a whirring sound. Then, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.
Everyone watched helplessly as the suspect's head suddenly exploded, the splatter of red and white leaving an indescribable pattern on the wall. The scene spoke of an aesthetic of extreme violence, completely oblivious to the slowly closing and ascending elevator. The little boy trapped beneath the body's body cried so loudly that they nearly vomited.
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