Chapter 155 Because of Love
Jian Ruochen recalled the fire evacuation diagram he saw when he first entered the casino.
The map was not accurate enough and was very perfunctory. Along the way, there were at least four or five places that did not match the map.
But the key is not the escape diagram, but the fire inspection certificate hanging next to the escape diagram.
This shows that in order to comply with regulations and remain open and aboveboard in Hong Kong for a long time, the new casino at Victoria Harbour has honestly built a fire alarm system.
Fire alarm systems...
Outside the door.
Molklin frowned at Chen Jincai's sudden raised voice.
He glanced toward the office.
The door was closed tightly, and the thugs sent to investigate did not send any abnormal signals, so everything should be normal inside.
But what if...
Molkerlin rejected Chen Jincai's proposal to go to the first floor to sign the contract, "The office is more convenient."
Chen Jincai frowned and looked around involuntarily, trying to find something that could hold Morklin back.
But no.
Nothing at all.
He could only watch as Morklin walked towards the office.
Chen Jincai silently placed his hand on his waist and touched the handle of the gun.
The footsteps are getting closer.
It penetrates through the wall, through the crack in the door, and into the eardrum, hitting the eardrum again and again.
The air in the office became thin.
Jian Ruochen didn't bother to wipe the sweat off his hands. He accidentally dropped his phone on the ground when he took it. When he squatted down to pick it up, he met the thug's half-open eyes.
He woke up.
The thug also heard the noise outside and opened his mouth to warn.
Jian Ruochen held the phone in one hand and the gun in the other. His forehead and eyebrows were covered with sweat. His eyes were indifferent. He looked down at him and said softly, "If you make a sound, I might still find a chance to escape, but you will definitely die."
He had no reason to shoot the thugs first unless they drew their guns and started a fight with him.
West Kowloon is at the center of the storm, Hong Kong has not yet returned to China, and he is still in the public eye.
He can be injured, but he must never be the first to shoot and kill.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes.
The thug opened his eyes wide in horror, swallowed, and slowly closed his mouth.
This person will really kill him!
He had seen many ruthless people in the casino, but none of them had such evil eyes.
Not brown, not blue, and not black.
Golden in color, looks like a ghost or a god, but not like a human.
It's terrifying.
Jian Ruochen was afraid that if he lowered his head to send a text message, the thugs would find an opportunity to counterattack, so he used his peripheral vision to find Guan Yingjun's number, walked over and stepped on the thug's neck, lowered the pistol in his hand, pointed it directly at the thug's eyebrows, stared at him, and waited for Guan Yingjun to answer the call.
Outside the door, Chen Jincai and Ren Qiuhua tried their best to delay, and voices came in.
Molkerlin seemed to have become suspicious.
Inside the door, a busy tone sounded once and then the phone was picked up.
Guan Yingjun's somewhat unstable breathing sounded through the receiver, "What's wrong?"
Jian Ruochen whispered, "I'm trapped, but I haven't been discovered yet. There's a fire alarm here. I have 30 seconds at most."
He spoke very quickly and said very little, but Guan Yingjun was able to understand all the information.
——The fire alarm equipment here is relatively complete, and Jian Ruochen asked him to find a way to use the fire alarm to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
30 seconds.
Molklin and Jian Ruochen are probably only separated by a door!
Once Jian Ruochen is discovered, Morklin can sue Jian Ruochen for illegal trespassing.
They searched the attic without a search warrant. The British are shameless as always and will probably use this as an excuse to impeach Jian Ruochen.
Guan Yingjun hung up the phone, turned to Song Xuyi and said, "Set fire!"
Song Xuyi was stunned and didn't react for a moment why the fire was set.
Guan Yingjun ran to the stairs in two or three steps, where there was a fire alarm button.
When this thing is pressed, the alarm will sound by default, and the alarm in the building will also sound.
However, if the detectors in the building do not detect a fire, the alarm will not sound, and the alarm can only sound for a moment.
Guan Yingjun smashed the fire alarm with the butt of his gun, and the thing immediately started screaming wildly.
Alarm bells rang throughout the casino!
He turned around and saw Song Xuyi standing there in a daze. He shouted, "Set fire—"
Guan Yingjun was shot in the arm and his voice was a little hoarse.
He took out the small bottle of liquor he had brought with him, unscrewed it, took a sip, and poured the rest into the box closest to the stairwell.
After the carpet was soaked with wine, Song Xuyi finally reacted. He lit a match and threw it up.
When the match touched the ground, the carpet gave off a burning smell.
In an instant, flames shot up into the sky.
Guan Yingjun looked at Zhang Xingzong who was holding Li Feiquan. The gun battle on the third floor was so intense that everyone was injured.
Only Zhang Xingzong was the least injured and still had the strength to carry someone.
"Retreat." Guan Yingjun said coldly, "After you go down, those who can still walk will immediately help evacuate the gamblers and exaggerate the fire to make it look like it's out of control."
In fact, the casino’s fire protection system is very good. The fire extinguishers and fire hydrants are not far away. The fire in the private room will not burn for more than a few minutes and will make very little noise.
There won't be any casualties.
If you want to make a bigger noise without hurting innocent people, you can only assist from other aspects.
"Bi Xianxian, I'll leave the person to you." Guan Yingjun gestured, "Hurry up and go."
Ding Gao sensed something was wrong: "Sir Guan, what about you?"
Guan Yingjun said: "I want to go upstairs."
As he spoke, he stared at his team member for a while, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from his forehead, which was an injury he sustained in a hand-to-hand fight with the thugs.
When Ding Gao saw that Jian Ruochen was not there, he thought of the time when this consultant and Guan Sir broke into the "kitchen" alone in the casino and got the lunch box.
He pulled out the magazine and threw it over, "Five more."
There are so many people in Group A, but only Ding Gao still has 5.
Guan Yingjun took it, took off the empty magazine, replaced it with a new one, looked at the men deeply, and said, "Go and carry out the mission."
"Yes sir!"
Li Feiquan was shocked.
He understood why Group A attached so much importance to an informant.
Not because of how important he is.
But they have always been like this and will never give up on any of their brothers.
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Jane Ruochen counted the seconds and even heard the sound of Morklin's fingers pressing down the door handle.
It seemed that the handle was about to be pressed all the way down.
The fire alarm suddenly rang!
Jian Ruochen's back relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.
This moment.
Chen Jincai outside the door was almost crying with joy.
Finally I have an excuse to get rid of this old guy!
"Mr. Molklin! The casino is on fire! The source of the fire is unknown! Let us escort you down first!" Chen Jincai grabbed him and dragged him to the stairs.
Ren Qiuhua understood and directed the people from Group B and Group C to drag the people down from the top floor almost semi-forcefully.
Many people also rushed out of the private room on the top floor. When they saw that the person in charge started to escape, they immediately lost their composure. Some of them didn't even have time to put on their clothes, and started running downstairs with only their shirts on.
Jian Ruochen swallowed the rest of his breath.
The thug lying on the ground whispered, "You're out of danger, why are you still pointing a gun at me? Can you let me go now?"
Just as Jian Ruochen was about to speak, he felt a gust of wind sweeping from behind.
His eyes became sharp, he bent down, squatted, turned around and kicked, and saw that the other thug also woke up, holding the gun in his front and back hands, wanting to hit people, but was forced back by the kick.
The entire weight of Jian Ruochen fell on the leg that was stepping on the thug's neck. The man lying on the ground was almost stepped on and died. His eyes went dark and when he opened his mouth again, he couldn't utter a word.
The thug subconsciously tried his best to scratch Jian Ruochen's ankle, trying to find a way to survive, but the foot on his neck did not move at all.
On the verge of fainting, the thug finally realized that he also had a gun. He reached down to reach for the gun, loaded it, raised it, and fired a shot.
Although Jian Ruochen loosened his legs in time, the bullet still grazed his thigh.
He hissed, turned over and fired four shots at the two men, then quickly turned around and hid behind Morklin's desk.
Four shots were fired on the third floor, and four more shots were fired just now.
There are 6 bullets left in the gun.
He was just thinking about how to get out when he heard a thug pick up the intercom and say, "Attention, attention, the fire alarm is j——"
"Bang!"
The fake word had just started when Jian Ruochen leaned over and shot at him.
With a silencer installed, the sound of the bullet leaving the gun is just a light thump.
It sounded like someone was hitting the quilt with a drumstick.
The shot directly hit the walkie-talkie in the man's hand.
There are 5 bullets left.
Seeing him show up, the other man immediately opened fire.
Jian Ruochen was prepared and dodged very quickly, but no matter how fast he was, he was not as fast as a bullet.
He was not able to completely dodge the gunshot and the bullet hit his left shoulder.
Jian Ruo snorted dully, leaned behind the desk, and heard the sound of electricity when the intercom was turned on.
The people in charge couldn’t be told that the fire alarm was a fake.
Once he got the news, he would know that someone was trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain. The British were alert and smart, and very difficult to deal with.
If the person in charge turns back at this time, not only will the evidence be lost, but Group A and the West Kowloon Regional Police Station will also be in trouble.
Jian Ruochen endured the pain, reached out from the side of the desk, and fired three shots at the place where the sound came from.
There was a gun in my left hand and I couldn’t lift it up. I couldn’t even change the bullets. The two remaining bullets in the gun were my last chance.
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the gun.
The electrical sound of the walkie-talkie turned into the crackling sound that is only made when talking.
"Attention, thugs downstairs, there is no fire." said the man.
Jian Ruochen closed his eyes and began to consider the possibility that he had fallen out of the 8th floor window but happened not to die.
Before I could figure out how to turn the tables, a loud shout came from the other side of the intercom: "Bullshit, the third floor is on fire all the way to the stairs! I almost choked to death when I went down from the fourth floor. If you want to die, die by yourself! I'm going to run away!"
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
Guan Yingjun set the fire? So thoughtful?
He realized that the thugs would be stunned after hearing this, so he immediately stood up and shot at the standing thugs.
"Bang!"
The intercom was broken and the thugs no longer had a chance to explain.
The man came to his senses and raised his gun. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he saw Jian Ruochen's brows and eyes were cold and he fired another shot.
The bullet hit the palm of the hand, knocking the pistol away and causing the thug to howl in pain.
Jian Ruochen originally wanted to hit the head, but after installing the silencer, his accuracy was not good enough.
After firing the gun, he immediately hid back.
The left shoulder that was shot felt slightly cold, and the blood loss made my vision go black.
With the adrenaline rushing through me, I didn't even feel that much pain from being shot.
With no more bullets, Jian Ruochen couldn't think of a way to escape. He leaned against the desk and breathed softly, his footsteps making slight noises behind him.
The thug who was stepped on by Jian Ruochen before walked in front of him.
The black muzzle of the gun pointed directly at his forehead.
The thug kicked Jian Ruochen's injured left shoulder. "That time and that moment is just like this moment, isn't it?"
Jian Ruochen fell to the ground, glanced at the door from this angle, and saw the doorknob turning.
He didn't know whether the person who came was a thug or one of his own.
No more bullets.
Jian Ruochen withdrew his gaze and looked coldly at the person in front of him without saying a word.
The thugs were frightened by his look.
What a pair of clear eyes, what a determined look.
It seems like he could die at any time.
Jian Ruochen saw Guan Yingjun's shoes out of the corner of his eye.
The thug pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A streak of blood splashed before his eyes.
At this moment, Jian Ruochen seemed to see a bullet pass through the back of the thug's head, shoot through his brain, go out from between his eyebrows, and hit the glass.
The thug rolled his eyes in horror, trying to look outside.
He wanted to turn his head, wanted to blink, wanted to shoot Jian Ruochen before he died, but he no longer had the strength.
He failed to pull the trigger.
The bullet accurately cut off his nerves, leaving him no chance to move and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Jian Ruochen saw Guan Yingjun, who was breathing heavily and had red eyes, and smiled softly: "Brother Jun, you really deserve to be the gun king."
Really accurate.
Guan Yingjun felt cold as he looked at Jian Ruochen lying on the ground.
His mind went blank and he subconsciously raised his gun to the side, shooting the other thug's dominant hand in half.
He didn't even know how he walked in front of Jian Ruochen. He just raised his hand and touched that face. He didn't know where else to touch, for fear of accidentally breaking the person.
Guan Yingjun's throat choked, "Where are you injured?"
Strong rationality is not controlled by emotions.
He listened to Jian Ruochen's breathing and knew that his beloved's lungs were fine and not injured. Judging from his face, he must have lost too much blood. His shoulder was wet and there was a bullet hole, he had been shot and it was a penetrating wound.
One thigh was lying flat, there was blood on the pants, and the pants were torn, probably due to bullet scratches.
There were red scratch marks on the ankles and the skin was broken.
Jian Ruochen pulled his lip and said, "Just two places, no big deal."
He looked at Guan Yingjun's arm and said, "You are injured too."
As his tense spirit relaxed, the pain in his shoulder became more and more obvious, making him feel dizzy.
Guan Yingjun: "It's just a minor injury, it doesn't hurt."
Jian Ruochen was covered in cold sweat and felt a little cold.
He stared at Guan Yingjun's stunned and heartbroken expression, and said softly, "Then carry me on your back. Brother Jun, I can't walk anymore."
Guan Yingjun's heart ached and softened. He handed the gun to Jian Ruochen, then held him up with his hands on his back and knees, "Hold it, there are three more in it."
"Your arm is injured. It will tear if you carry it on your back. Let me carry you."
"Brother Jun, if you carry me back like this, everyone will definitely understand everything." After surviving the disaster, Jian Ruochen tightly grasped the gun, reminding himself not to faint, and joked with a smile, trying to make Guan Yingjun stop being so tense and stop being so absent-minded.
Guan Yingjun's hands were shaking a little, and he couldn't feel the pain of the wound. He even felt that his chest hurt more. The pain was so severe that his breathing was trembling. He didn't react for a while after hearing this, "Understand what?"
He waited for a while but heard no reply.
Looking into his arms, Jian Ruochen was lying on his chest, holding the gun in one hand and protecting his stomach with the other. The blood on his body had stained the white sweater he was wearing red, and his breathing was almost light.
Guan Yingjun blinked, his mouth felt dry, and tears dripped onto Jian Ruochen's forehead.
Only today did he understand why his uncle stopped him from going undercover, why he stopped him from killing the drug lord and avenging the murder of his father and mother.
Obviously his mother is also his uncle's beloved sister.
Because his uncle didn't want him to be successful, didn't want him to win the Bauhinia Medal, and didn't want to see him being imprisoned and doing any kind of meritorious service.
Ultimately, it's because of love.
Guan Yingjun held the person in his arms and whispered, "I would rather you not be a hero."
But Jian Ruochen is so smart, so decisive, brave, firm in his stance, and full of wisdom and kindness.
This time, he was the first one to protect Li Feiquan, he was the one who went to get the information, and even the temporary way to escape was thought of by him in a short period of time.
He is a natural born hero.
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