As Xiang Ziye watched the shadow fall downwards, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and subconsciously loosened his grip on Ning Yuan's arm.
Old Wu was also stunned. He turned his head, leaned against the railing, and looked down at the bridge, leaving the blind spot of his concealed position!
The water flowed beneath the bridge, its surface shimmering, mist rising from the water, and He Su's screams echoed in the air, but...
There was no sound of heavy objects or people falling!
Old Wu's pupils contracted!
The next moment—"Whoosh!"
A sound like something cutting through the air rang out, and Old Wu shuddered, a bloody hole instantly appearing between his eyebrows.
Old Wu froze, his pupils reflecting a cold, eerie figure half-suspended in mid-air, holding an incredibly small pistol, its dark muzzle aimed at his forehead.
The gun barrel seemed to still be smoking.
Old Wu's hard skull cracked, and his gelatinous brain was pierced by a bullet.
The intense heat from the bullet's high-speed rotation instantly cooked and solidified the brain tissue near the trajectory.
But at that moment, the brain's neurons still retain a final vestige of consciousness, issuing the last, most instinctive command remaining in that consciousness—
Old Wu's hand trembled slightly, and he subconsciously tried to press the detonator in his hand, but his rough fingers seemed to lose control and twitched wildly a few times.
Less than half a second later, "Bang!" another piercing gunshot rang out almost simultaneously—this time from the bridgehead!
Wei Heng's gun simultaneously struck Lao Wu's hand, which was holding the detonator.
His wrist was instantly broken, and the detonator was completely out of his hand.
Old Wu's eyes widened, he swayed, bumped into the bridge railing, and tumbled headfirst off the bridge with a soft "thump!"
The moment the gun went off, Xiang Ziye realized something was wrong!
His expression changed drastically: "Old Wu!!"
In a flash, Ning Yuan slammed her elbow into Xiang Ziye's abdomen from behind!
The hard explosive struck Xiang Ziye's abdominal wound. The blade inside his stomach had already made him pale, and the pain made him instinctively loosen his grip.
Ning Yuan twisted her wrist, ripped off her skirt, pulled out a handful of powder from the hem, and angrily sprinkled it on his eyes and face: "Go to hell!"
The gray mist instinctively raised its hand to block Zi Ye's hand, but it was the hand that was holding the detonator that it raised.
Ning Yuan suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on his wrist: "Ah!!"
Xiang Ziye's eyes burned with pain from the powder, and his wrist trembled with pain, causing the detonator to fall to the ground and roll into the gap between the bridge surface and the bridge body next to him.
Enraged, he slammed his other hand, which was holding the gun, down on Ning Yuan's forehead: "You fucking want to die—"
But suddenly, a thin metal rope was thrown out from under the bridge, accurately catching the gun in his hand and pulling him violently backward!
Xiang Ziye staggered and crashed into the railing. Just as he was about to fall, he braced his foot against the railing to steady himself and gripped the gun tightly.
As Wei Heng fired his gun, he charged towards Ning Yuan, yelling frantically, "Little sister—run!!"
Ning Yuan watched as Xiang Ziye reached back to touch another gun behind his waist.
She froze, abandoning her plan to rush to Xiang Ziye's side to search for the explosive device. Gritting her teeth, she turned around and ran desperately toward the bridgehead!
He once said during her training that the faster the target runs and the farther away it is from the gunman, the more difficult it is to aim and hit.
The wind whistled past her ears, her heart pounded wildly, and her lungs were filled with labored breathing. She dared not think about it, nor could she look down at the bridge. Her mind was filled with his eyes and his smile.
Before he fell backward, the one word he silently uttered to her was—"Run!"
--run! !
...
Run! Don't stop!!!
Gunshots began to ring out continuously, bullets whizzing past her. Ning Yuan, her eyes red, stumbled and ran frantically, only able to hear her own breathing.
She had to run, she absolutely had to run! Only if she didn't die would he have a chance to live!
They should all refuse to resign themselves to fate!
The night seemed to be torn into countless pieces by the stray bullet flashes, fragmented like a reflection of fate... The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, a chilling stench that seeped into every corner.
It leaves people nowhere to escape, and not even room for repentance or turning back.
...
Xiang Ziye's head was hidden in a blind spot, and no one dared to shoot him in the chest—
Because there are wearable explosive devices there.
Wei Heng and Chen Chen's group fired at him, but it only interfered with his search for the detonator!
Xiang Ziye's eyes reddened with anger as he tried to pull back his gun while looking down.
At this moment, by the light of the moon, Xiang Ziye could clearly see a tall, slender, and aloof figure with a metal rope tied around his waist under the bridge.
The figure was suspended in mid-air, its ropes gripping the steel frame beneath the bridge!
The other person's cold eyes were as chilling as the pupils of a cold-blooded, inorganic animal, staring at him.
The key point is that He Su was also roughly and simply tied around the waist with the same metal rope, and was hanging on the edge of the bridge.
She was trembling and screaming as she desperately tried to cling to the iron railing outside the bridge!
Only Old Wu's body lay in the water under the bridge, the crimson of blood spreading in the darkness.
The metal rope binding the gun in his hand also came from his own hands—
Rong Zhaonan threw away the gun he used to kill Lao Wu, and used a metal rope to lasso the gun, in exchange for Ning Yuan's chance to escape!
"Rong Zhaonan—you lied to me, you deserve to die!" Xiang Ziye's eyes were bloodshot.
Suddenly, he released the gun that was bound by Rong Zhaonan's metal rope, and with a backhand, he drew the gun from his waist and fired furiously at Rong Zhaonan in mid-air.
"Bang bang bang!!"
"Bang! Bang!!"
Rong Zhaonan threw away the gun he used to kill Lao Wu, which also meant that he was at a disadvantage and had no chance to fight back against his superior opponent!
Amidst the clatter of bullets, Xiang Ziye's face turned deathly pale. He had been shot in the shoulder, leg, and hand, and the excruciating pain in his abdomen caused blood to seep from the corner of his lips.
He staggered, blood flowing everywhere, and could no longer hold the gun with its magazine empty!
But... that's enough!
He laughed, because just now, he had also heard the muffled groan of Rong Zhaonan, who was standing below the bridge, as the bullet from his own gun struck him!
Xiang Ziye staggered, grinning maliciously, his body covered in blood as he swayed, pulling out a detonator from a gap in the bridge's drainage system, thus exposing almost his entire body to the line of fire.
Xiang San was forced to kneel on the bridgehead, his eyes wide with pain as he struggled, crying out, "Brother—no!!"
Xiang Ziye watched Ning Yuan's retreating figure grow ever more distant from him, his vision blurring, and his smile suddenly faded.
The moment the red sight locked onto his forehead, Xiang Ziye raised the detonator in his hand, closed his eyes, and pressed it down sharply.
"Bang!"
However, he didn't press it, and his head didn't explode.
because--
Half a second before the gunshot rang out, a ghostly pale hand suddenly reached up from outside the bridge, abruptly grabbing Xiang Ziye's hand holding the detonator, and with a flick of its fingertips, forcefully wedged it between his fingers and the detonator!
But at the same time, it also dragged him out of the range of that bullet that had just hit his head!
Xiang Ziye froze for a moment, filled with disbelief!
He's still alive?! How did he get up here?!
Xiang Ziye reacted instantly, frantically trying to grab back the detonator, and used his other arm to slam hard into the person behind him.
But it was too late!
The moment his opponent climbed up and got close, he had no chance of winning.
That hand, like an iron clamp, twisted and snapped, pinching the pressure point on his hand.
With a "clang," the detonator in Xiang Ziye's hand rolled uncontrollably to the ground again!
Xiang Ziye never had a second chance to get that detonator!
The next moment, a figure behind him grabbed his throat, pulling him back roughly and decisively like a beast hunting its prey.
"Click—"
A crisp, subtle sound of the throat bones cracking rang out.
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