C74

Twelfth floor, Liu Mulin's office.

Liu Mulin's heart was heavy. The stubborn faced Gao Xiaowen and Han Ruolin were handcuffed to the chairs, and in front of them were four "Dark Blade" s.

Soldiers armed.

Lang Xi crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood motionlessly in front of the door, as if he was thinking about something.

Outside the window, the wind was blowing harder. Black clouds covered the sky, and a yellow bolt of lightning tore through the horizon.

"The heavens are getting excited too."

Lang Xi laughed oddly, "Today is a special day."

"He's come in."

Liu Mulin glared at Lang Xi, his face turning pale white.

"Helicopters can't fly safely in this weather."

Lang Xi said: "Our only chance is to kill Ye Zheng, and once the storm stops, we can easily get on our way."

"Then, when you go back, you will bring a lot of body bags with you."

Gao Xiaowen said with a cold smile.

In reality, she was also very anxious. The weather was bad, the reinforcements she had formed would not be able to make it in time, and the only hope was that Ye Zheng would be able to kill all of these people.

But, Ye Zheng was a human, not a god!

Even if he had great combat skills, was fearless, and had to face dozens of heavily armed men, he still had the unfathomable "Lang Xi".

How much chance would he have?

In the banquet hall on the third floor, Ye Zheng's movements were as quick as a ghost.

He knew that in this crowded hall, the attacks had to be accurate and ruthless. If there was a confrontation and mutual destruction, many hostages would die.

In the blink of an eye, four "Dark Blade" had joined their ranks.

The soldiers didn't even have the time to raise their weapons before blood gushed out of their foreheads or chests and they fell to the ground.

"Hide!" "This kid's shooting skills are amazing!"

The rest of the soldiers quickly ran towards the pillar.

Their movements were very standard and their speed was very fast. However, from Ye Zheng's perspective, they were just moving slowly.

"Puff puff!"

As they moved, two more soldiers were hit in the temple and fell to the ground like door panels.

Finally, two of them managed to hide behind the marble pillar.

During the battle, as long as he could find cover and hide most of his body, he would be able to reduce the chance of being hit.

This was the basic infantry skill.

The movements of the two soldiers weren't wrong, but their opponent was Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng's sharp senses caught sight of the two soldiers' bodies that were slightly exposed outside the pillar, accurately hitting the target.

"Kill him! "Kill him!"

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Ye Zheng had already made an exaggerated movement, kicking his weapon into the air, and then knocking him over before immediately following up with a leap, catching him in the air and knocking dozens of bullets down onto the body of the person lying on the ground.

"Da Da Da Da …"

The soldier's body spasmed strangely from the destruction caused by the metal bullets.

"One more?"

Ye Zheng abandoned Wu Zai and smiled at the last soldier.

The soldier hugged one of the cast's actresses, pressed CLOCK-17 to her temple, and shouted hysterically, "Drop your weapon!"

"Are you serious?"

Ye Zheng frowned.

"Do you want to see her getting hit in the head?"

The last soldier had a ferocious look on his face and lost control of his emotions.

The actress, who was being held hostage, had a face full of fear. The makeup on her face was already on the verge of tears.

"Let her go and let you die a quick death."

Ye Zheng smiled and said to him: "Hitting the head or chest doesn't hurt at all."

"You've never died before, how do you know if it hurts!"

the soldier roared.

Suddenly, Ye Zheng raised his hand and shot out a bullet. The soldier screamed as his wrist was hit and his weapon flew out of his hand.

The hostage struggled free of his arms and ran toward the crowd.

Puff puff puff puff puff.

After four deep sounds, the only one remaining was the "Dark Blade"

Blood gushed from the joints of the soldier's legs and arms.

He rolled on the ground with all his might, his face contorted.

"I forgot to tell you: I died."

Ye Zheng said as he aimed between his eyebrows and pulled the trigger.

With a series of noises, the hostages stood up, still frightened out of their wits.

Margo gave Ye Zheng a big thumbs up, "Brother Ye, you really did it!"

Suddenly, the third young master of the Xie Clan, Xie Lengyan bent down and picked up a handful of sh * t filled with bullets and aimed it at the door.

"Da Da Da"

After a burst of gunfire, a stifled groan sounded out from the entrance. Following which, a black-clothed man fell to the ground after being struck by several bullets.

"They came down from the fourth floor!"

Xie Lengyan shouted.

At this moment, a hand holding the CLOCK-17 reached out from the doorway, shooting blindly.

One of the film crew's photographers was hit in the shin and fell to his knees, screaming.

"Get down!" Get down! "

Ye Zheng ordered loudly.

He presented "S".

The [Assault] swiftly flew across. Two seconds later, a dull sound was heard, and then everything quieted down.

Ye Zheng walked out, and the hostages looked at him with eyes full of admiration.

"Is there anyone who uses weapons?"

Ye Zheng asked.

A few of them raised their hands, including Margo.

"Margo, you and Third Young Master Xie lead a few people who know how to use weapons to pick up the weapons of the dead, gather ammunition, and bring everyone to the next coffee shop to guard the door to death."

Ye Zheng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irrefutable authority.

"Understood!"

Margo held a CLOCK-17 in each hand, appearing to be full of power.

As an underground boss of a city, he actually became a hostage. He was very unhappy, but at this moment, he felt relieved.

"Where's Liu Mulin?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"He was taken to the 12th floor by that disfigured monster."

Xie Lengyan said: "This young master is quite courageous, he is not afraid at all, he even asked for us to pay a ransom."

"It's not money they want at all."

Ye Zheng's face darkened, he had a bad feeling about this.

"We are in a very bad situation!"

The Margo said, "The signal here has been completely cut off, so there's no way to report this to the police."

"Where's Feng Zhaozhao?"

Ye Zheng swept his eyes across the crowd, but he did not see this actress.

"Zhao Zhao is on the seventh floor, room 712."

An actress said: "She is not feeling well and did not attend our party."

Ye Zheng's heart skipped a beat, he thought about the hotel staff that had died horribly on the first and second floor.

Could it be that Feng Zhaozhao was also harmed?

At first, Ye Zheng did not like this actress' snobbish personality, but after going through thick and thin with her at sea, his attitude towards her had greatly improved. He really didn't want to see her die like this.

"What do we do now?"

Margo asked.

"It's very simple. I will go up layer by layer and kill them all."

Ye Zheng stood up, his eyes shooting out a light as cruel as a lone wolf's.

When Margo saw his expression, he could not help but shiver.