Click. The empty magazine fell out and a full new one was inserted.
The gun suddenly became heavy and felt very substantial against her shoulder.
She raised the gun and aimed it at the criminal who was sneaking around the corner.
Bang.
The bullet hit the counter next to her and deflected it. But it also made the guy who was ready to shoot shudder and stopped the sneak attack.
The female office worker reacted quickly. When she heard the movement, her gun had already changed its angle before she could think about it, and she fired a series of "bang bang bang" in response.
The criminal's way was blocked and he had to retreat.
She spoke in French: "Are there any other helpers?"
Zongye: "(French) Hundreds of hostages, isn't that strange?"
Female white-collar worker: "(French) Not your people?"
Zongye: "(French) They should be your people."
The two of them fought each other, telling a dumb riddle that no one else could understand.
The soldier didn't quite understand and asked: "(English) Do you want to meet up?"
"(English) No need." Zongye replied, "Deal with them first."
The dazzling array of shops were independent of each other and connected to each other, forming a complex terrain. They fought and retreated, hiding in the shops.
The big boss waved his hand, signaling two men to follow him in to search. He made another gesture and ordered the other two accomplices to search for Jian Jing in the distance.
"(French) There's only one person over there, deal with him." He said coldly.
"(French) Got it."
The two gangsters separated and attacked from both sides of the courtyard.
Jian Jing: Left? Right?
Both of them were very fast, rushing forward and firing at the same time, and they moved alternately to cover each other, which was very difficult to deal with.
They must be two of the more capable men under the leader.
Jian Jing was panicked for a moment. In China, the only games related to gun battles were probably real-life CS and PUBG. She often went to the shooting club and was one of the few people who had touched a real gun, but the club did not teach this.
When it came to tactics, she was a little clueless. If she
didn't cheat now, when would she?
"Draw a card!"
[Name: Item Card·Tear Gas (1/1)]
[Description: A highly irritating substance that can cause a burning sensation on the skin, tears to flow, and temporary loss of vision. The range is 20 meters in diameter]
[Note: Only for use in this mission, and the host is immune]
The system is reliable! Even the common props of the thief Kid are equipped.
She followed suit and imitated the group next door, leading the two gangsters into the designated store. They had to meet up and enter the store one after the other.
The two were very cautious and did not separate to go deeper. They directly used bullets to clear the way, forcing Jian Jing to hide under the cash register and not even dare to stick her head out.
But don't worry, the perspective device is on top!
She waited patiently until they were completely within a 20-meter range. Without saying a word, she pulled the fuse and threw the tear gas over.
Irritating white smoke rose up.
The criminals were equipped with gas masks, but they were very stuffy and they had not encountered any regular troops. They never thought of using them and kept them hanging around their waists.
Now it's okay.
When she saw the smoke burning, she hurriedly tried to put it on, but it was too late. The gas inhaled into the nasal cavity burned the trachea and extended all the way to the lungs. Her eyes seemed to be dripped with detergent. They were red and swollen with pain, and tears flowed.
"Cough cough cough!" After a series of coughs, it was good enough for her to hold the gun steady, let alone fire it.
Jian Jing did not miss this opportunity that she had earned through hard work. She set up her gun and fired.
With the thermal imaging device, she could easily identify their positions. She did not need to fire continuously. One bullet at a time was enough to solve the problem.
A minute later, two bloody corpses were left on the ground.
She could not vomit. Now was not the time to feel sad and compassionate. Jian Jing brainwashed herself and went around to the large atrium to check the hostage situation below.
She did not see Kang Mucheng.
Where is Mr. Kang? She was startled and used the night vision device and telescope at the same time to look for his trace among hundreds of faces.
But still no trace.
Fortunately, he did not seem to be among the people who fell to the ground.
Jian Jing managed to calm down and was shocked to find that the criminals were gone.
The suitcase containing the bomb was opened, and it was empty.
Shit! What happened? ?
Switching to the perspective device, Jian Jing saw that several hostages were tied with explosives. They hid in the crowd, trembling, not daring to move.
"(French) Stop the attack." The voice of the big boss rang out on the radio, "If you don't surrender, the bombs in the hostages will be detonated."
She froze immediately.
Next to the fallen body and the hostages, multiple radios repeated the big boss's orders.
"(English) Stop resisting, otherwise I will detonate the bomb."
The gunshots sounded like the pause button was pressed, and the group disappeared without a trace.
Jian Jing's first reaction was that it was impossible.
Through the X-ray machine, she could see several gangsters among the hostages. They had taken off their coats, but they still had guns hidden in their clothes. They were obviously the fake ones.
Detonating the bomb, they didn't care about their companions' lives? It was
a scam, right?
But then, news of various suicide attacks came out one after another, telling her that some gangsters were so desperate and their brains were not normal.
This might not be impossible.
What should she do?
Surrender? Don't be kidding, once she puts down her weapon, she will definitely die.
But if she doesn't care, how many people will die if the bomb is really detonated?
She turned on both the translucency and the telescope - not far away, the leader had only one accomplice left, the other one had been killed. He had a gun in one hand and a radio in the other, and something like a car key was hanging around his waist, which looked like a switch.
"Rustle", the walkie-talkie beeped.
"(English) Let us see the bomb." said the soldier.
The big boss: "(French) Prove it to them."
Below, the four hostages were forced to stand up, with gunpowder tubes tied to their bodies. One of them was so scared that his crotch was obviously deeper.
The big boss: "(English) Kick the gun out, and then walk over slowly."
Several swaying shadows appeared where his gun was aimed.
Jian Jing thought for a moment, made up his mind, half-crouched and ran to the body, took the walkie-talkie, covered himself with a scarf, and pressed the communication button: "(English) Are you sure you won't kill us?"
"Of cause." The big boss pulled up the corner of his mouth.
Jian Jing raised the gun, aimed at him, and replied: "F*ck U."
Bang!
Limited card: Aim.
Another magic card that hits the target 100%.
A ball of blood exploded on the head of the big boss.
He was shot in the head like many zombies.
His companion was stunned for a moment, and then he wanted to shoot, and his body trembled violently. It turned out that at the moment the gun went off, the female white-collar worker hiding in the dark also gave him a bullet.
Jian Jing turned the barrel of the gun and aimed at the disguised gangster through the positioning of the perspective device.
Bang.
Before the time was up, he also followed.
The basic time was used up.
Jian Jing simply stopped pretending: "(French) The boy in the baseball jacket, the uncle in the woolen hat, the woman with his hands in the windbreaker, come out, or he will be your fate."
The gangster didn't listen and pulled out his gun to fight back.
They hid among the hostages, claiming to be human shields. She didn't dare to move around, lest she accidentally hurt the crowd.
But is there anything that can't be solved by krypton gold?
Although 1 point per second is expensive, human life is priceless. Jian Jing saved up her courage for so long, just to send these demons to hell at this moment.
She added 5 points, enough!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bursts, three bullets, right in the middle of the eyebrows.
The gunshots stopped, the whole place was silent, and only the radio made a "hissing" noise.
Trible Kill!
Unbelievable!
GAMEOVER!
Jian Jing raised the corners of her lips, picked up the Hermes scarf on the ground, and wiped off the fingerprints on the gun. Then, she threw away her bulletproof jacket and slid down the escalator lightly. She
turned into the women's restroom on the ground floor.
When Kang Mucheng saw her coming back, he immediately forgot about the chaos outside and hurriedly grabbed her: "Are you okay?" Before he finished asking, he looked her up and down twice. He was relieved to see that she had no external injuries. He said in shock, "It's too dangerous. What if I get hurt?"
After saying that, he felt that his tone was too harsh. After encountering such a thing today, she was afraid that she was frightened. She really couldn't bear to blame her anymore, so she slowed down her tone and said, "I'm glad you're okay. Don't go out yet."
Jian Jing was amused by his changing tone of voice.
She said, "It's okay. People should..."
It's all solved.
Wait! Bomb!
She ran out quickly and then braked suddenly.
Zongye and another soldier were defusing the bomb for the unlucky hostage. They were professional and took apart the shell and checked the lines in a few seconds, which made people feel relieved.
She had nothing to do.
Two minutes later, a group of special police came in from nowhere, pointed guns at the hostages, asked everyone to raise their hands, and asked where the criminals were.
Lying on the ground.
It was too late.
The police were the last to arrive.
...
Well, of course, things are not over.
Every hostage needs to have their identity verified to prevent the criminals from sneaking in. The injured will be sent to the hospital after emergency treatment, and the dead will be put into body bags.
The overly frightened hostages were given thermal blankets and hot milk, and shivered and huddled together to keep warm.
Jian Jing followed the crowd and pretended to be frightened. She sat next to Kang Mucheng, quietly and without making any sound. Others were discussing who fired the gun, and no one doubted her quiet little girl at all.
Amid the lively voices and the noisy sirens, she took a sip of hot sweet milk, and her nerves that had been tense for a day slowly relaxed.
It was finally over.
The moment of pulling the trigger seemed to be right in front of her.
The splashing blood, the smell of gunpowder, the passing air flow, and the eyes that fell to the ground with their eyes open. Bright red liquid oozes out of the wound, sticky and fishy.
How many people?
How many people did I kill?
One, two, three...
"Grrrl!" She put down the milk carton suddenly, and the acid in her stomach surged up.
Kang Mucheng supported her in surprise: "Quiet?"
She pushed him away, ran to the corner, and vomited violently.
The hairs stood up, and cold sweat stuck to her back. This feeling was not the fear of danger, but the fear of killing.
It was too easy.
Except for the first shot, she killed them without any hesitation.
Of course, they deserved to die.
But killing was such a simple thing, which made her feel terrified.
One step away, a woman in a jacket was making a phone call.
The voice was very low, and only a few words came out. : "(French) Encountered terror...accident...was discovered...ambushed snipers, very powerful..."
Jian Jing: Slowly shot one?
She turned her head and glanced at her.
The jacket woman also glanced at her: a vomiting oriental girl, nothing strange, oriental people are so delicate and sensitive.
She didn't take it seriously, but turned her head cautiously, hiding her face in the shadows, and continued to whisper: "(French) The things are safe, with me..."
The voice stopped abruptly, she touched her empty pockets, her face suddenly changed color, and her eagle-like eyes scanned the surroundings, but she couldn't find the fat man with a big belly.
"(French) Merde! Gone! When!!"