Chapter 96: Ten Seconds to Kill One Person

  This handsome man was naturally Hua Qingyi, who was prepared to impersonate Xiao Lin. As soon as he came in, he saw the four robbers holding submachine guns behind the man sitting at the conference table, preparing to open fire. Their movements were quite consistent and rapid. In the instant when Hua Qingyi dodged and weaved through the air, the sound of gunfire rang out.

  A sudden and muffled gunshot rang out in the cramped space of the conference room, scaring those timid hostages into loud wails, with some even fainting.

  Bullets swept by in rows, just a line away from catching up with Hua Qingyi's residual shadow. However, Hua Qingyi's movements were simply too fast, and to the ordinary person's vision, it seemed as if the figure was even faster than the speed of the bullets. Of course, to those in the know, it wasn't that Hua Qingyi's speed was faster than the bullets, but rather that he was faster than the people firing the guns.

  Guns are dead, people are alive. A gun must be cocked to fire a bullet, and then it can shoot out. Hua Qingyi saw the moment when the opponent was about to pull the trigger, and dodged where the muzzle was aimed at.

  "My god, this is too ruthless!" Hu Qingyi was scared to the point where his heart was racing, if he had relaxed over the past two years, this row of bullets would have been enough to turn him into a sieve. Fortunately, his reaction was quick, even faster than when he left Longhun, otherwise, with those few masters' marksmanship, they would have definitely shot him full of holes.

  Fortunately, the screen was quite solid and the bullets did not penetrate it, allowing Hua Qingyi to pick up a small life. Hua Qingyi now has a bit of regret, didn't expect such danger, as soon as he came in, he hadn't even spoken a sentence, four submachine guns were firing at him, too damn it.

  The gunfire stopped, and the sound of applause came, followed by a not very standard Mandarin: "Not bad, not bad, it's worth my effort to set up this trap from afar!"

  "I'm better at pretending to be awesome than you!" Hu Qing thought to herself, this phrase was too pretentious, in other people's eyes, her own martial arts skills were just okay?

  "Medic, come out! You have no choice!" The Middle Eastern gentleman's eyes gleamed with a mad light, it had been two years, and the scene he had imagined countless times was finally before his own eyes.

  "Why should I go out?" Hu Qingyi said loudly.

  "Is it not enough that Murong Lengyue is in my hands?" The Middle Eastern gentleman slowly stood up, then looked at Murong Lengyue and found it a bit strange. At this time, Murong Lengyue's expression seemed to be somewhat excited, even when facing his own appearance, he didn't have that excitement.

  "No, how could it be him? How would he appear here? I must be dreaming, this is a dream!" Murong Cold Moon hadn't seen Hu Qingyi's face clearly, but just heard the Middle Eastern gentleman call out to the person who had just entered, and a certain hidden root in her heart was touched.

  But when Hua Qingyi's voice rang out, Murong Lengyue knew that this was not a real military doctor, because a real military doctor's voice would never be so clear and bright, with a magnetic quality to it, even a bit husky.

  "Murong Lengyue? You think I'm here to exchange Murong Lengyue? Then you're wrong, greatly wrong!" Hua Qingyi thought for a moment and decided to take a risk, also wanting to give Xiao Lin some time.

  "Is that so? Isn't it said that the Dragon Soul is the guardian deity of Huaxia, yet as a guardian deity, you're watching with your eyes wide open as the objects of your protection die one by one?" The Middle Eastern gentleman seemed to have grasped the weak point of the military doctor hiding behind the screen.

  "Longhun is indeed the guardian deity of Huaxia, but this guardian deity must be alive to serve as a guardian deity. Do you think I'm an idiot? Eight guns are pointed at me, and I'm supposed to go out and die?" Hu Qingyi continued to bicker with the Middle Eastern gentleman.

  "Are you trying to stall for time? It's useless, since you've already entered here, do you think I'd still let you go?" The Middle Eastern gentleman's cold voice rang out, continuing: "Since you don't think you're an idiot, then, Garis, take a look at whether the military doctor of Dragon Soul is really ruthless enough to have these hostages killed one by one!"

  Garris, who was behind him, heard the gentleman say this and looked at the bank official sitting on the other side, raised his gun without hesitation, ready to shoot the bank official.

  The bank official was Lian Zhiyan, the head of the Yanjing branch. At this moment, seeing the robber raise his gun at him, Lian Zhiyan, who was already extremely tense, wanted to shout for help, but found that his vocal cords seemed unable to produce any sound. His mind went blank, his pupils dilated, and his throat emitted a dull, gurgling noise.

  "Ta-da!"

  Gariss didn't give Lian much time, directly pulling the trigger. The bullet instantly penetrated his brain, and fresh blood stained the conference table red.

  From the Middle Eastern gentleman giving orders to Garris opening fire, there was absolutely no more than two seconds of time. The others didn't even have a chance to react, thinking that the Middle Eastern gentleman's attitude towards them wasn't bad at all, and not expecting that in the next second, a living life would disappear before their eyes.

  "Ah……” Then, a wave of terrified screams rose and fell, the hostages in the scene woke up from their shock, subconsciously screaming, then tightly covering their mouths, afraid that their screams would bring them death.

  Wu Shuang was also among the hostages, watching helplessly as Lian Zhi Xian was shot dead. As a special police officer, she felt powerless and a sense of despair rose up in her heart. Qin Lan, who was beside Wu Shuang, had been frightened stiff and when she came to her senses and was about to scream, Wu Shuang covered her mouth.

  The Middle Eastern gentleman cast a faint glance at the group of hostages, and wherever his eyes fell, they all lowered their heads in unison. No one dared to make eye contact with the Middle Eastern gentleman, as if looking into his eyes would bring them mortal danger.

  The Middle Eastern gentleman was very satisfied with the current situation, everything was under control, as long as Murong Cold Moon didn't die, the others present didn't need to worry so much.

  A chill rose up in Hua Qing's heart, he hadn't expected the Middle Eastern noble to be so resolute and decisive, his methods so ruthless. The two gunshots and the shrill cry from earlier had already resulted in one death.

  Go out or not? Huaying was entangled and didn't expect to encounter an even more ruthless one.

  "What's wrong, aren't you willing to come out yet? I promise you, once you come out, we'll have a fair duel. The way you killed my brother is the same way I'll kill you!" The Middle Eastern gentleman's tone grew increasingly cold, especially when mentioning his brother, as if icy rain had fallen from the sky, and even the hostages could feel the chill in their bodies.

  "Ten seconds to kill one, if you don't come out again, I'd like to see if you'll come out before I finish killing these people!"