Chapter 7: The Price of Blood

  A cool feeling on my head, from the top of my head to my back, the hairs on my spine stood up. I didn't dare move, raised my hands, slowly turned my head, and the person in front of me almost made my heart jump out - there was a Chinese police officer behind me!

  I've never been so happy to see a police officer, but from his eyes I could tell he was unfriendly. I dared to identify myself clearly: "Don't shoot, I'm Xing Tian, not a bandit! I know your captain, Qin Zhong, we just spoke on the phone." I was a bit incoherent.

  "Shh, I know. I'm Liu Li, deputy captain of the special police team. You've done a great job." He said as he put away his gun.

  "There's another one, he's a sniper, and he's on this floor!" I said quickly.

  "I know. I've already taken care of him!" Liu Li said calmly.

  "Oh, you're done for. That... how did you get up here?" I asked curiously.

  "It's coming up."

  I leaned out of the window and looked down, damn, mom climbed up more than a dozen floors empty-handed, awesome.

  "What are you going to do? You just let him come up alone?" After the curiosity about his coming passed, I was more concerned about his motive for coming up.

  "Seven people came up, others went to other floors. I came up to solve the blocking hand, so that my sniper could take position and then act. You did a great job, solved one problem for me and saved me a lot of trouble. As a student, you did an excellent job." His praise made me feel very pleased.

  "You guys need to take action, be careful, I have a friend downstairs." I expressed my concern.

  "We will. Don't go down anymore, find a place to hide!" After finishing speaking, Liu Li went down.

  As I watched his agile back, I was stunned for a moment before coming to my senses. Thinking about the scattered positions of the bandits in the building now, if they start fighting soon and some stray bandits or someone comes to check on the sniper and bumps into me, I'll be in big trouble. I'd better go up a few more floors. I picked up my pistol and climbed up the stairs to the 15th floor, thinking that there shouldn't be anyone here. I sat down under an office desk and started resting, but after a while, I suddenly heard on the intercom, "Boss, our people who went up to catch that kid are nowhere to be found, and the sniper isn't responding either."

  "Don't send anyone else. I'll go and take a look myself, you guys guard the downstairs. I think someone has sneaked in." Just then, a figure hastily walked past on the corridor of my floor.

  It's bad, I actually ran to the floor where their leader is. How come he's on this floor and not downstairs? This time I've really hit the jackpot. Usually when buying lottery tickets, I don't have such good luck. After bandaging the wound on my hand, I took out my crossbow, holding a gun in my right hand, ready to defend myself at any moment in case someone bursts in. After a while, that figure ran back, cursing as he walked, and surprisingly, it was in English. Luckily, my English is not bad, so I could understand what he said, although I've never seen it in books before, but often heard it in European and American movies.

  "Damn it, dry, dry, this bastard! Hey, Lin, the sniper is dead, his neck was twisted off, definitely not that kid's doing. There are police coming in, you guys be careful!" That guy rushed into a room on the side and then heard a string of conversation: "Butcher, Bak, you guys have to help me find that little brat, I want him dead! And those special agents, help me kill them all." Damn it, so hateful towards me, who is he talking to? So confident they can take out so many special agents?

  "Yang, originally we were only responsible for your safety this time, but you didn't inform us in advance that you are an enemy of the Chinese government, so we don't want to get involved in your personal affairs. We're only staying because of our old friendship." A very thick voice came over, with a standard foreign accent, and it turned out to be two foreigners.

  "Heh heh, I'm quite interested in that little guy. The way he performed on the monitor just now, I liked it!" A gloomy voice came over, with an endless bloody aura seemingly carried within the words. Two cold laughs sent shivers down to the scalp.

  "Fine, you guys won't help me, I'll find it myself!" Looks like that Yang guy is quite a failure as a person, even his own subordinates don't listen to him.

  I quietly exited the 15th floor, I didn't want to make a mistake at the last minute, so I changed places again. I climbed up a few more floors and sat on the 21st floor, just above was the rooftop, where there was a garden ballroom. There shouldn't be anyone else here, right? I smiled wryly, losing too much blood, my head spinning, in a daze, I felt like someone was moving towards the rooftop, damn it, is there someone here too? I shook my head, barely staying awake, peeked out to take a look, saw a figure dressed in a suit-like attire quietly getting onto the rooftop. I sat back down, really not wanting to get involved in other people's business anymore, whoever wants to find whoever can go ahead, as long as they don't find me that's fine.

  Before long, the figure came down from upstairs again, walking and talking: "Lin, there is a letter over there, the person has been rescued, we are preparing to withdraw. Install the receiver properly, as soon as someone comes up, blow up the first floor, so that others can't come up."

  "Boss, the receiver is installed, police..." Suddenly, a loud voice called out from the intercom, then there was silence.

  "Lin? Lin?..." The figure called out twice without a response, and immediately turned the walkie-talkie to another frequency, saying: "Bak, Butcher, mission accomplished, we're leaving." After finishing speaking, he pulled out something from his pocket and started pulling out an antenna. I took a closer look and it was a remote control. Hearing him say that he wanted to blow up a building, damn it, I don't care about the other hostages, but Old Ding is still downstairs. I pulled out my gun and shot at the guy's hand, missing it, probably because of the sudden movement, scaring him into withdrawing his hand, causing the remote control to fall to the ground. He didn't bother picking up the remote control, turned around and fired three shots at me, and I quickly found a corner to hide in.

  "The remote control fell on the middle of the road, neither of us dared to pick it up. I quickly took out the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Qin Zhong, Liu Li, Qin Zhong, Liu Li, can you hear me? Can you hear me? There's a bomb on the first floor! There's a bomb on the first floor, hurry up and evacuate! I knocked away his remote control, quickly retreat, I won't be able to hold on for much longer. Can you hear me? Can you hear me?" I shouted while staring at the remote control, afraid that if I wasn't careful, that guy would pick it up."

  "Received, received! The people downstairs have been completely resolved and are evacuating the crowd. Be careful that guy is not an ordinary person, he is an officer of the Myanmar anti-government alliance army. We will come up to pick you up immediately." Liu Li also shouted loudly.

  "You stinky little brat, it's you again! You're a little bastard who can't be beaten to death! You've ruined a good thing. I'll catch you and flay your skin to make a lampshade to hang on my bed!" Yang shouted viciously while firing his gun.

  "Damn, you have skills, come over here!" I cursed back. Before I could finish cursing, I saw a green oval-shaped object rolling in front of me. Damn it, he was cursing at me while firing his gun to cover up the sound of the grenade hitting the ground. I made a swift dash into an adjacent office and fell to the ground. At the same time, there was a loud "boom" as the grenade outside exploded. The shockwave from the blast hit my face like a heavy punch. The shattered concrete rained down on my back like bullets. For three or four seconds, I was in a state of unconsciousness, unable to hear anything due to the ringing in my ears, and my handgun had been blown away somewhere. Stars were flashing before my eyes as I instinctively pulled out the military dagger and cavalry blade from behind my waist, shaking as I tried to get up. But every time I stood up, I felt dizzy and fell back down. After several attempts, I finally managed to stand up with the support of the wall, shook my head to clear it, and turned around to see a small figure dashing into the room, gun in hand, taking aim at me.

  I didn't have time to think carefully, and I swung the cavalry saber in my hand out, with my left hand supporting the military dagger and my right hand pushing the knife handle towards his neck. The knife was chopping down on his right hand. But he had already fired a shot that hit my right thigh. I felt a heat in the back of my leg, the bullet had passed through my leg, and my military dagger was also stabbed into his neck, the 56-style military dagger was designed as a bayonet to let blood out, and I had stabbed it in the part of the body with the most blood vessels, the blood "hissed" out, spraying me all over my neck, his eyes were wide open, staring at me, his left hand drew out an M9 military knife from behind his waist and stabbed at my waist, I freed my right hand to grab his wrist, the knife was stuck in my holster, the tip of the blade seemed to have pierced my right groin, but not deeply, I pulled out the tiger's tooth, one knife stabbed into his left hand holding the knife, he let out a miserable cry, dropped the knife, I countered with another knife slashing at his neck, half of his neck was severed by me, and only then did he stop moving.

  It wasn't until now that I got a clear look at this Yang guy, short and stout, with a big head, a thin neck, a dark face, and a unibrow - no matter how you looked at him, he didn't seem like a good person. Just as I was catching my breath, a round of applause suddenly came from outside.

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