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Chapter 133 - Injuries

Zhang Minghai looked at the map solemnly.

"How long has it been?" Zhang Minghai raised his head and looked at his captain.

The captain stared into Zhang Minghai's eyes, "Seven more minutes!"

While Zhang Ming Hai was donning the bulletproof clothes that Huo Wei had brought back, he asked calmly: "Are the four cars ready?"

"Ready! "We did some things in the oil barrel. We can only run five kilometers at most!" Huo Wei hurriedly explained from behind him.

The captain stared at Zhang Minghai with a serious expression, "We can't let them take the chance!"

Zhang Minghai snorted lightly, "Don't worry, we won't be able to get away."

As he said that, he turned around and took the police sniper rifle that Huo Wei passed to him, and quickly reloaded the magazine, familiarizing himself with the firearms in the shortest time possible.

Zhang Minghai quickly asked the sniper for the trajectory parameters and secretly memorized them. Then he nodded at the captain and Huo Wei, indicating that he was ready to move anytime.

"Alright, then let's begin!" The Captain looked at Zhang Minghai with a hopeful expression. Obviously, all his hopes were placed on Zhang Minghai.

Zhang Ming Hai nodded his head quickly, then patted Sun Fucheng who was already prepared, and quickly rushed to the location of the sniping.

Captain looked at Zhang Minghai and Sun Fucheng's backs with a worried expression, and sighed lightly.

Huo Wei laughed and patted his captain's shoulder, "Rest assured Captain, I will not do something that I am not confident of, you can be at ease with me for one hundred and eighty times! My lord, it would be easy for us to take care of these little rascals! "

"Boss, there's still two more minutes!" Huo Wei nervously held up the phone, and reminded his in a low voice.

"Block them all! Wait for them to come out!" Zhang Minghai lightly furrowed his brows, obviously troubled by the current situation.

"Huo Wei, agree to their conditions and bring them out!" Zhang Minghai lowered his voice with a stern expression on his face.

Huo Wei muttered to himself, then said to Zhang Minghai, "Okay."

"I'll say it again, don't mess with the car. If we find you, the hostage will die without a doubt!" the robber shouted.

"Huo Wei, have you investigated the data on this group of people?" Zhang Minghai asked in a low voice.

Huo Wei shrugged helplessly, "No, I don't even know what they look like now!"

Zhang Minghai's eyes were filled with killing intent. Now that he had a complete grasp of the situation, he lowered his voice and said, "It has something to do with you!"

Huo Wei was suddenly enlightened, and said to Zhang Minghai with an expression of disbelief: "Big brother, you mean, this is one of us?"

Zhang Minghai pursed his lips, "Not really. He should have retired!"

Huo Wei thoughtfully nodded his head: "Don't worry big brother, I will go check it out now."

Soon, four cars drove towards the hotel. The robbers looked around to make sure they were safe before getting off the car. They were all wearing masks, so it was impossible to see the appearances of these criminals.

"Boss, they're escaping!" Huo Wei said in a low and anxious voice, his bright eyes filled with worry.

Zhang Minghai frowned as he stared at them and said, "Let them out!"

Huo Wei secretly clenched his teeth. The current situation definitely could not enrage the robbers. They had hostages in their hands, so once they were forced into a corner, they would probably do something crazy.

"Captain, what should we do?" Huo Wei asked anxiously.

The four cars charged in four directions.

The leader frowned. The robbers were still urging them, giving them only five minutes. If they didn't back off, they would start shooting the hostages.

"Let them go! Everyone else, get ready, we can't let them escape! " The captain ordered with a gloomy face.

"Boss, let's go!" The robber wearing black stockings on the first floor whispered into the phone.

"You go out first, the four of us will split up and leave. I'll go to the back!"

"Sure!" The bandit raised his gun, aimed it at the hostages and shouted, "All of you, stand up and leave!"

Most of them were migrant workers and students who lived in the vicinity. There were less than twenty people living in the small three-storey hotel, but these more than twenty people were split up and held in the hands of these four bandits. In the hands of these four scarecrow were four hostages, and these four hostages were the talismans that protected him on whether or not he would be able to escape safely.

"Boss, he's coming out!" Sun Fucheng said in a low voice, he nervously swallowed his saliva and turned to look at Zhang Minghai.

Zhang Minghai nodded. However, the sniper rifle in his hand was not aimed at the motor-faced robber who was holding the hostage step by step as he approached the vehicle. Instead, he was staring at the concealed position of the robbers on the third floor with a cold expression.

At this moment, two black shadows appeared in Zhang Minghai's aiming lens. Zhang Minghai's expression turned cold as he quickly pulled the trigger. With two deep "pu pu" sounds, the target in Zhang Minghai's aiming lens had already been eliminated.

"Attack!" The captain shouted, and all the armed police officers who were hiding at the side rushed out.

At this time, the sound of gunfire could be heard from inside the hotel. Zhang Minghai's heart suddenly skipped a beat as he grabbed his gun and quickly ran into the hotel.

"Boss!" Huo Wei was anxious to the point of perspiration, he had asked Zhang Minghai to come here to resolve the problem, not to let him go all out. Seeing Zhang Minghai carrying his gun into the hotel, Huo Wei immediately followed him.

Hostages swarmed out of the inn with the help of the armed police.

"Boss!" Huo Wei grabbed Zhang Minghai who wanted to continue walking upstairs, his face anxious: "Dangerous in front!"

Zhang Minghai grinned, "You can't hurt me in such a small situation. Get your men to retreat, I'll go with Cheng!" As he spoke, he brought Sun Fucheng and rushed forward.

Huo Wei stomped his feet in anger, but still followed Zhang Minghai's instructions and ordered his men to temporarily retreat and stay on alert downstairs.

The reality was as Zhang Minghai had expected, the hostages were in the hands of the robbers.

However, he had calculated everything accurately. In the end, he had lost due to a small detail!

There were bullets that were still warm enough scattered along the corridor. The dark red bloodstains on the ground emitted a thick smell of blood, mixing together with the smoke in the air. It made people feel as if the cells in their bodies were boiling.

The bloodthirsty boiling.

Zhang Minghai gestured to Sun Fucheng to cross his steps, and then with light footsteps, he quickly flew past without a sound.

Zhang Minghai had already changed his weapon to the assault rifle.

There was no sound at all from the entire third floor of the hotel, and the sound of footsteps downstairs was in sharp contrast to the sound of wailing upstairs.

Zhang Minghai and Sun Fucheng started searching from the corridor between the floors, slowly moving towards both sides, room after room, not allowing the robbers any chance to escape.

Zhang Minghai slowly pushed open the door and took a quick look around. All the rooms had the same layout, and there weren't many places that could hide people.

At this moment, Zhang Minghai suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain from his back. This kind of feeling was only present when he was in danger.

Zhang Minghai didn't even have the time to give out an order before his body reacted. He threw himself onto the bed to the side. The instant his body flew up into the air, his body spun once before a assault rifle swept across him.

With the sound of two gunshots, the bullets ruthlessly nailed themselves onto the walls on both sides of the room. Zhang Minghai only felt a slight pain on his arms, followed by a sticky and warm feeling.

Zhang Minghai's shot had also grazed the shoulders of the criminals behind him. Blood quickly flowed out from the wound caused by the bullet, quickly dyeing his clothes bright red.

In just a split-second, the criminal had already pulled the trigger at Zhang Minghai, who was lying on the bed. Zhang Minghai's heart suddenly shrunk, and he quickly rolled over on the bed.

After Zhang Minghai got off the bed, he fired without thinking.

Sun Fucheng rushed in, perspiring profusely. With a glance, he saw Zhang Minghai unload the robber's gun, and with a raise of his hand, he cut off the robber's neck, causing him to faint.

Sun Fucheng heaved a sigh of relief and immediately went forward to help.

"Ah, boss, you're injured!" Sun Fucheng finally saw the wound on Zhang Minghai's arm.

Zhang Minghai unhappily rolled his eyes at Sun Fucheng, "What are you doing, getting bitten by a bullet? It's fine!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from downstairs, Zhang Minghai could tell from the voice that it was Huo Wei.

Sun Fucheng stuck his head out and waved to Huo Wei, who ran over anxiously.

"I just heard a gunshot..." Huo Wei's words had yet to finish, but he could see that Zhang Minghai's hand was covered with blood, and his entire arm was dyed red with blood, making him look extremely terrifying.

"Boss, you're injured!" Huo Wei's face was full of shock, and immediately checked Zhang Minghai's wound.

Zhang Minghai waved his hand as if he had nothing else to do, "It's no big deal. It's a superficial wound. Take this person away!" As he spoke, he pointed at the unconscious bandit.

Huo Wei looked at Zhang Minghai's wound with a worried expression. He obviously didn't believe Zhang Minghai's words about 'skin injury'.

When Huo Wei saw Zhang Minghai's wound clearly, he let out a breath of relief, "Alright, you go back and rest first, I'll put this guy in jail!"

Zhang Ming Hai nodded and waved, indicating for Huo Wei to go and busy himself with what he had.

After returning the body armor and guns back to the captain of the special forces, Zhang Minghai followed Sun Fucheng into the car.

As Zhang Minghai's arm was injured, on the way back, Sun Fucheng drove.

"Boss, what do you say when you get back?" Sun Fucheng glanced at the wound on Zhang Minghai's arm that was still bleeding, and asked while frowning.

Zhang Minghai didn't even lift his eyelids before he opened his mouth, "I was just being brave and was cut by a criminal!"