Chapter Five: Gunfight

  I inventoried the things in my hand, an AKM assault rifle, six 30-round magazines, an MK23 pistol (found on the long-faced bandit, looks like he has some taste), four 12-round magazines, a crossbow and three military knives. I put on the backpack with the guns, took out the wireless radio and looked at it, still a good MOTO product. Found a water pool to wash my face, took off the bloody clothes and changed into comfortable ones, feeling much better.

  Now that I have a gun in my hand, I'm not panicked. I played with the AKM in my hand for a while and actually operated it according to what I learned on the website. It was easy to get started quickly. I made up my mind not to run around anymore, so I found a place to hide and didn't move again! Just now, I was stupid and almost lost my life. It's better to be honest. I hope they can spare me! However, these police are too slow!

  It wasn't until after a phone call that I found out. Actually, the police had already received the news as soon as the thugs opened fire and rushed in, and by the time they arrived at the World Trade Building, everyone who could run out of the building had already done so. The thugs left some people as hostages, and when they saw the police coming, some of the hostages were very flustered and tried to rush out, but were shot dead. The police saw the thugs opening fire and killing people, and rushed in, but were repelled by the heavy machine guns on the upper floors, resulting in several deaths and injuries, even the police car was smashed. Police Chief Hu Changming received the news and rushed over, this is a big deal, he as a small city bureau chief can't handle it, and quickly notified the municipal leaders and the owner of the World Trade Building. After the president of the World Trade Building told him that there were securities worth over 400 million yuan in the safe, he was sure that these guys came for these securities. Several actions were organized, but were disrupted by snipers on the upper floors, and since there were no higher buildings around the World Trade Building, it was impossible to suppress the snipers, and the special police team had just completed a mission and was on its way back, unable to arrive in time. Just as they were anxious, the Ministry of Public Security reported that someone had called the police, saying that people were trapped inside the building and had fought with the thugs, killing two of them, and now his friend had called the police, and he immediately called me after hearing that there were still uncaught people inside who could be contacted.

  After hearing this, I'm so angry! You little white, you little white, what are you doing getting me into trouble? Now it's all good, the police have contacted me, that's not the end of it. What if he makes me "volunteer"?

  "Xing Tian classmate, can you tell me how many people are inside? What kind of weapons and equipment do they have? And where are they located?"

  "There are about 20 people! Most of them use AKM, the first floor has around 10 people watching the crowd, and each floor has two mobile sentries. The two on the fourth floor were killed by someone, I'm not sure where the snipers on the upper floors are!"

  "How did you determine their numbers?" Suddenly changed his tone.

  "Who are you?" I asked

  "I am the captain of the Special Police Force! Qin Zhong"

  "You're finally here, I thought all special police were on holiday!" I couldn't help but tease him a bit.

  "Our special police team has a mission, the deputy captain led the team away, and I'm the only one left here! Can you answer my question?" Qin Zhong asked calmly.

  "What can you do alone?" I was a bit anxious, but I still told him "I'm guessing from the tone of voice on the walkie-talkie. Not much difference."

  "Do you have their radio frequency? Tell me!" He was thrilled to death, tell him, he couldn't take out so many bandits by himself anyway.

  "Bandits inside the building, listen up! You're surrounded, surrender immediately!" Hearing the words on the radio, I fainted. Damn it, if they were willing to surrender, they wouldn't have come to rob in the first place. Who's ever heard of armed robbery with a chance of survival?

  "What demands do you have that can be raised? Don't harm the hostages." Qin Zhong was still seasoned, who was it just now that farted.

  A dry, hoarse voice came from the radio: "We don't have any demands, we just want the money in the vault. You wait for us to take out the money and give us a car, then we'll let you go. And that little guy who killed our man, don't think you can escape, the police can't save you." Oh no, they're thinking of me too.

  "Alright, how much longer will it take for you to get the money out of the vault? Why don't we just give you the password to open the door as well, so that we can release the hostages safely?" I guarantee 100% that Qin Zhong is speaking from his heart, because my brother told me before. As long as there are no more hostages, the Chinese soldiers will dare to take action against the "thugs".

  "I know what you're thinking, let me release the hostages and you'll blast the building? Haha, release the hostages? With fewer hostages, you dare to attack us. Don't worry, they will leave with me when I safely leave Baoshan. You can rest assured for another two hours!" Looks like this guy isn't stupid either.

  I was intently listening to the intercom when I suddenly noticed a guy holding a gun walking towards me from the closet's mirror across from me, and from his eyes, I could tell he had also seen me through the mirror.

  I found out that I saw him, the guy raised his hand and three shots were fired, all hitting the back of the sofa behind me. I could feel a bullet passing through the sofa, grazing the outside of my left arm, taking away a piece of flesh.

  Damn it, I didn't dare to show my head, so I raised the AKM over my head and swept it at him. Because I could see him from the mirror, I shot with a clear purpose. The recoil of the AKM was too strong, the muzzle jumped around wildly, but I still hit him, right in the stomach, splashing blood all over the wall.

  Thirty bullets were fired in an instant, damn it. I've watched too many movies and forgot that the bullets in the movies are endless, just like what they learned from them is fierce.

  The bolt-action rifle, it only took a few seconds to finish this clip of bullets. Fortunately, hitting the target didn't feel like a waste. I pressed the bolt release, pulled out the magazine, replaced it with a new one, and cocked the rifle again.

  This guy won't come up alone, he's opened fire, those people should be arriving soon, I quickly ran to the freight elevator, it's the only one that can go up to the office building. Before I could take two steps, two guys turned around from across the way, lightly holding their submachine guns, I raised my hand and fired three shots in a row, sending them back, I quickly ran back, the bullets chasing after me were hitting the furniture on the side, wood chips flying everywhere.

  I was running in front and they were chasing behind, with three or four people following closely, bullets constantly hitting around me, scaring me to shrink my neck and not dare to stick my head out. I fired back while running, quickly using up two magazines, but didn't hit anyone. Just as I was changing magazines, I peeked at the guy behind and found only one left, it seemed others had gone to cut off my path ahead, must be preparing for a pincer movement.

  That guy saw me poking my head out and shot at me. I didn't return fire, counting the gunshots instead: 1, 2, 3, 4... 21, 22... 29, 30. When I reached 30, I rushed out and fired a barrage of shots at his hiding spot, moving closer to him as I shot. After emptying my clip, I was only two steps away from him. Just then, he poked his head out upon hearing the click of my empty gun, and I swiftly grabbed his gun with my left hand while pulling out my own pistol with my right hand, taking aim at his head. It was just one shot - my first time shooting a phone, but I didn't control it well; he dodged, and I missed. With a swift kick to his chest, I took aim again and fired five more shots in succession. I wouldn't believe I couldn't hit him, so I turned his chest into Swiss cheese. Holding the gun, I ran back along the way I came, guessing they'd soon realize I'd head back that way.

  As I ran past the elevator, the door just opened and before I could see clearly, someone raised a gun and swept it across. After finishing, they ran away. Murmur took a glance, two unlucky guys! For some reason, they were caught red-handed.

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