Let the Bullet Fly

Gunshots rang out.

Following that were short, shrill screams, but they seemed to be abruptly cut off as if an invisible hand had grabbed the throats of the screamers.

"Shut up, all of you! If anyone screams again, I'll kill them!"

The standard Mandarin carried a harsh, metallic edge.

At the stairway, the black muzzles of the guns were like cold, unfeeling eyes, forcing the students and teachers participating in the competition to go upstairs.

When the students were coming downstairs, several men had already surrounded the group of students and teachers from both sides of the stairs.

Just firing a few blank shots was enough to control the crowd.

Almost none of the students who came to participate in the competition ran around.

Perhaps due to dealing with numbers and logic all year round, when faced with this unexpected situation, they instinctively chose the optimal solution - stay still, don't shout, and don't resist.

Seeing how cooperative these students were, one of the "Vietnamese monkeys" sneered.

Running around?

They'd only become the first moving targets to be hit by bullets.

One of the bandits grinned and babbled a few words in their native language, which drew low - pitched laughter from his companions.

"With these students in our hands, the police in Pengcheng will have to agree to our demands no matter what."

"Don't worry about that. First, treat Ming Nan's wound. Tie bombs to all these people. If they dare to charge up, they'll all die!"

The man giving the orders was the thinnest. A hideous scar ran from his forehead, across his eyebrow bone, all the way to his jaw, as if it had split three - quarters of his face.

He was the leader of this gang.

His hawk - like eyes swept over the students squatting on the ground, as if he were examining a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

An inexplicable sense of irritation welled up in his heart.

Looking at these young students squatting on the ground, he thought about killing two of them to intimidate the rest. But the thought flashed by and he pushed it down.

Killing now was useless. The main force of the police hadn't arrived yet. They had to use their bargaining chips at the right time.

When the police came, they could just pick two students and throw them downstairs. That kind of half - dead and miserable state would be the most effective in breaking the police's defenses.

Then they'd have better bargaining chips.

If the students survived, it would be their good luck.

He looked at his watch. Two minutes had passed.

The sirens of the police cars outside were getting louder and more frequent. The police should be here soon.

Just then, bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Downstairs!

Ruan Wenxiong immediately knew that the police who had been tailing their car had arrived.

He picked up the AK in his hand and pointed it directly at the stairs.

When the number of enemies was small, just set up the gun.

A figure rushed up from the stairs.

Ruan Wenxiong immediately pulled the trigger, but no bullet was fired.

Click! Click!

Jam?!!

Ruan Wenxiong immediately tried to pull the bolt.

But Qin Yu, who had rushed up, had already pulled the trigger.

One minute ago.

Qin Yu, who had circled around, had made his way up the stairs.

He reached the third - floor corridor.

A tough - looking man was squatting, with the muzzle of his gun firmly resting on the railing, blocking all angles from downstairs.

The man's back was tense, and his well - defined muscles made him look like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Qin Yu suppressed his breathing to the lowest level. But the moment he stepped on the corridor floor, the man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and suddenly turned around.

There was no trace of surprise on his face, only cold killing intent. Without hesitation, he turned the muzzle of his gun, ready to tear Qin Yu to pieces.

Click! Click!

The gun jammed.

The man's eyes narrowed sharply. Without any hesitation, he discarded his rifle and quickly reached for his waist.

His action of drawing the gun was so smooth that Qin Yu could hardly react.

Click! Click!

The same sound again. The man's facial expression froze, changing from surprise to anger, and finally to a look of ferocity.

He cursed something and rushed towards Qin Yu like an enraged beast.

Just as he started to charge forward, he stepped on something and slipped, losing his balance and falling heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

Good opportunity!

Qin Yu had already raised his gun, aiming at the center of the man's torso. He pulled the trigger, and the gunshot rang out.

But a strange thing happened.

He watched as the bullet that had left the muzzle seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, making a sharp turn and precisely drilling into the man's right palm that was supporting his body.

Blood spurted out, and a scream followed.

"Just lock them up. I'll leave them alive."

A strange voice suddenly sounded in Qin Yu's mind, as calmly as if it were commenting on the nice weather.

"Bullets can turn?!" Qin Yu almost swore.

"Do you know about gun - fighting techniques?"

The voice in his mind carried a hint of mockery.

"Act quickly. They're about to tie bombs to the kids. Don't hesitate. Just shoot in the general direction. Let the bullets do the rest."

Listening to the voice in his mind, Qin Yu knew that he had really encountered something extraordinary.

But this being, how could it be so trendy? It even knew about gun - fighting techniques!

Back to the present moment.

Qin Yu pulled the trigger and fired three shots in quick succession.

One bullet penetrated the collarbone of the bandit who was tying C4 to the students.

Because the bullet's power was not very strong, it unexpectedly penetrated the lung after hitting the collarbone.

One bullet precisely hit Ruan Wenxiong's right shoulder.

The bullet didn't pierce through the bone but was firmly embedded in his right scapula, with its tip just pressing on the brachial plexus nerve.

A sharp pain and a numbing sensation instantly shot through Ruan Wenxiong's entire right arm, as if countless steel needles were churning wildly in his bone marrow.

His fingers holding the gun suddenly lost their strength, and his weapon clattered to the ground. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The third bullet hit the artery of a bandit.

This was the one who had been driving the car before. This shot was obviously to make up for the previous mistake and simply kill him!

Blood spurted out.

Qin Yu had an x - ray vision ability and could still see two people hiding in the classroom. One was Ming Nan, who had been injured before, and the other was the person taking the bullet out of Ming Nan's body.

"Shoot. I can handle it."

Qin Yu didn't hesitate and fired two shots in that direction.

The two bullets shattered the window glass.

They precisely hit the two people.

They weren't killed, but Lin Mo could keep the bullets in their bodies, mainly to affect their nerves. Anyway, they wouldn't be able to pick up a gun.

The x - ray vision effect gradually disappeared.

"The rest is up to you, Officer Qin."

The voice in Qin Yu's mind gradually faded away.

At this time, Zhang Hai and Kai were running over from the other side.

There was a look of shock on their faces. They had also seen the way Qin Yu had fired his gun just now.

They were about to say that Qin Yu was being too hasty.

But unexpectedly, Qin Yu had single - handedly wiped out this group of bandits.

But most importantly, someone started to clap their hands the next second.

The students and teachers all started to clap.

"Thank you, police officer!"

"Thank you!"

Expressions of gratitude filled the air.

Zhang Hai and the others then started to clean up the mess.