"Bro, a gun!!!"
Zhao Daming, who was pinned down on Gao Datong, heard the shout and, almost instinctively, threw the gun in his hand without thinking!
A dark shadow flashed by!
Zhang Cheng caught the gun with a precise backhand, lowering the muzzle without even aiming, his cold eyes locking onto a shadowy area below the stairs.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three bullets, fired in a straight line, erupted with a roar!
The bullets grazed the wall, sending sparks flying. The overwhelming firepower forced the young man to retreat awkwardly into a corner at the bottom of the stairs, no longer daring to show his face.
"Brother, how are you?"
Taking advantage of this brief respite, Zhao Daming gritted his teeth and propped up his almost broken body.
Zhang Cheng did not answer.
He pressed one hand against the step, the other hand covering his bleeding wound, hunched over like a wounded beast, and rushed towards the corner of the stairs to the second floor.
He squinted, and through the gap in the handrail, he could vaguely see a corner of clothing hidden in the shadows beneath the stairs.
"Bang!"
Another shot!
The bullet struck the wall where the young man was hiding with pinpoint accuracy.
The hem of the garment in the shadows suddenly twitched.
Downstairs, Zhao Daming instantly understood Zhang Cheng's intention. He quickly took off his coat, held it in his hand, and roared as he rushed towards the first-floor stairwell!
He threw his coat violently into the dark space below the stairs!
"Bang!"
The gunshots rang out as expected!
The young man hiding inside fell for the trick and fired at the dark figure.
Now!
Zhang Cheng, on the second floor, pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
"ah--!"
A painful scream pierced the noise!
The bullet pierced through the gap and precisely penetrated the back of the young man's hand!
Hearing the screams, Zhao Daming's eyes turned bloodshot. He let out a low growl, grabbed the stair railing with one hand, and used his waist and abdomen to spin like a top as he plunged into the darkness!
Without even looking, he raised his right foot and kicked out with all his might!
"Bang!"
This kick landed squarely on the young man who had been shot in the back of his hand and was losing his balance!
After landing, Zhao Daming rolled over, his eyes flashing like lightning, instantly locking onto the blood-stained pistol that had fallen to the ground. He snatched it like a hungry tiger, pointing the muzzle firmly at the young man rolling on the ground.
"Brother! We got it!"
Hearing the sounds coming from downstairs, Zhang Cheng's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and a wave of excruciating pain surged through him.
He gritted his teeth, raised his hand to cover his ribs, and cursed under his breath.
That fucking hurts.
Before his rebirth, he was a special forces soldier, but special forces soldiers are not gods.
To avoid vital organs in such a close-range sneak attack is already the limit of one's physical instincts.
He hurried downstairs, passing the tall man who was still slumped on the ground, without pausing for a moment.
First floor.
Zhao Daming pressed the young man down with his knee, took out gleaming handcuffs, and cuffed his hands behind his back.
Upon hearing the gunshot, Liu Zhongren rushed down from the fourth floor. When he saw Zhang Cheng covered in blood, his expression changed drastically.
Just how chaotic is Jiaxing?!
"Brother Zhang, let's go to the hospital first!" Liu Zhongren rushed over to support him, his voice trembling.
Zhang Cheng shook his head slightly, his voice hoarse but unusually calm: "Brother Liu, go to the entrance and keep the onlookers at bay. Don't let a single one come near!"
"good!"
With the gunfire ceasing, the area outside must have been filled with daring troublemakers.
Zhang Cheng, clutching his ribs, walked step by step to Zhao Daming and slowly squatted down.
He stared at the young man who was being held firmly to the ground.
There was no fear or despair on the other person's face, but rather a morbid, manic smile, with a strange "clucking" laugh coming from their throat.
"Who sent you?" Zhang Cheng's voice was as cold as ice.
"Guess?" The young man grinned, blood seeping from between his teeth.
Guess?
Zhang Cheng raised his hand, and the dark muzzle of the gun gently pressed against the young man's temple.
"I'm giving you one last chance."
"explain."
"Hahahaha... Guess whether I'll tell or not..."
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out for the third time, so close yet so abrupt.
Zhao Daming's expression froze instantly.
Warm blood mixed with white brain matter splattered all over his face.
"elder brother."
Zhang Cheng's cold voice rang out, as if he hadn't been the one who fired the shot.
"Uncuff his hands."
Zhao Daming was completely stunned.
My... my little brother...
You...you really just...shot him in the head?
What are you doing?!
At that moment, Zhao Daming felt that he was not facing a businessman, but a devil that had crawled out of hell.
This guy is really something else!
If it were in that era of war and chaos, he would definitely be a powerful and influential figure!
"Brother, don't just stand there." Zhang Cheng's voice pulled him back to reality.
"Oh...oh oh!"
Zhao Daming suddenly realized what was happening and quickly took out his key to unlock the handcuffs that were already on the corpse.
Not far away, Gao Datong finally stood up, trembling, while holding onto the handrail.
When his gaze fell upon the headless corpse on the ground, his stomach churned instantly.
"vomit--"
His legs went weak, and he could no longer hold on. He grabbed the stair railing and vomited on the spot.
Vomit dripped down the edge of the stairs.
Zhang Cheng, standing directly below, helplessly raised his hand to wipe the filth from his head, looked up at Gao Datong who was still dry heaving, and shouted:
"Brother Gao, could you move somewhere else before you throw up?"
Gao Datong was completely exhausted and didn't have the strength to move an inch, let alone speak.
Zhao Daming patted the vomit off his shoulder with a look of disgust.
The strong smell of blood mixed with the pungent, sour stench was so overpowering it was almost unbearable.
"Brother, what's next...?"
Zhao Daming raised his head, his face covered in blood, and looked at Zhang Cheng with a blank expression in his eyes.
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