"Quiet, quiet... Who can speak Korean? Ah Qing is not here. Who else usually watches Korean dramas..."
"Ahem... don't panic, everyone. Please tell each other in Chinese or English that the power system of the stadium is temporarily short-circuited. Well, it's a small problem. Our colleagues are already working hard to repair it, and the lighting will be restored soon. Please
Everyone, please go back to your own lounge first, or stay in the nearest lounge, and do not move around. We apologize for the inconvenience caused to everyone... Bianye, I'm sorry, that's how you say it in Korean, ha..."
In the corridor behind the performance, under the light of flashlights and mobile phones, two or three young men in security uniforms were holding a loudspeaker they found from who knows where, and they were circulating in Chinese and English, although the tone was different.
It was so serious, and the reasons given were a bit ridiculous, but the soothing effect was still good. The backstage of the performance, which had been a mess of screaming and chaos, suddenly became much more stable.
At the door of a lounge, several men walked in with thanks, excuse me, and polite words. The first one was Park Jong-sheng's manager, the fat Jung-hoon brother. This was obviously not their cramped rest room in the corner.
The room was large and bright. A dozen mobile phones collectively turned on the light source of the lighting function. The so-called principle of seeing beauty under the light made the eight or nine beautiful women in the center of the room even more glamorous.
It is the group that Yoon Joo Hyun is in.
After saying hello, the main thing was to communicate with the managers of both parties. After a little exchange of greetings, Zhengxun brother made a phone call, while the other manager frowned and said something to a woman who looked like an assistant. After noticing each other's actions, they couldn't help but glance at each other.
"Are you short of people? We are missing a makeup artist."
"Zhong Sheng got separated from us. When there was a power outage just now, it was so messy that we didn't notice it. Now the phone is turned off..."
"Maybe in another lounge."
"Well, having said that, the power outage happened at the right time. If it happened so suddenly during the performance, it would be a big problem!"
"Who says it's not..."
It wasn't a big problem, and the two started chatting. In the crowd behind, Yin Zhuxian, who was in a daze, was held up by the palm of his hand. He turned around and saw that it was a sister from the same group, "Are you afraid of the dark? Don't worry, you will be there soon."
alright."
"No, I just suddenly remembered something." Yin Zhuxian shook his head gently.
"Oh, are you really not afraid?"
"Unnie..." Yin Zhuxian called out helplessly, his pure eyes flashed, it was just a power outage. I have encountered worse things than this, how could I be afraid...
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Click.
In the dark environment, the handle of an iron door leading to an unknown place was gently twisted. In an instant, a ghostly figure flashed through the gap. It was Park Jong-sung, still wearing the performance clothes that he had not had time to change out of.
I looked cautiously at the corridor behind the door. There was no movement, and it was not absolutely dark. The safety signs on both sides of the corridor were emitting a faint blue light. The brightness was limited, and I couldn't see clearly at the end of the deep. But as long as the arrows on the signs were correct, this would be the end of the tunnel.
It is the correct direction to the safe exit.
It is also the correct way to leave the gym.
He gently opened the door and looked in the direction he came from. He could hear the gradually decreasing noise and screams, and the loudspeaker? I hope brother Zhengxun and the others are okay... No, they will definitely be okay! The target of the other party is him.
, since we chose to take action after the concert, without involving the general audience, there is no reason to involve other members of the performance group. The current noise and screaming are just a subconscious panic reaction after the power outage and blindness, and there are no gunshots or
Others. And...
Frowning slightly in confusion, Park Jong-sung broke through the encirclement immediately. The moment the lights disappeared, he got rid of the large group and stayed away from the performance backstage. On the way, he saw several figures entering the performance backstage from all directions, shouting loudly to stabilize the situation and wipe out
Glancing over his shoulder, he failed to look carefully, but he saw a few people dressed in uniforms.
They are definitely not the security personnel of the stadium. Park Zhongsheng can still confirm this. Although he has been away from the underground world for many years, his strength may have declined, but his eyesight is still there, and these people are clearly prepared, but they do not know that they are members of the Chinese special department.
Or from some other force...
Of course, these are not important, and he has no time to care about anything else in his current situation. He closes the iron door and restores it to its original state, takes a slight breath, and quickly passes through the corridor along the wall.
Park Zhongsheng himself doesn't know where he is now. It's probably on the east side of the gymnasium. As for the specific location and where he is heading now, his eyesight is completely black.
It has to be said that after being away from the underground world for a long time and away from the identity of the killer, some things that have been integrated into the bone marrow and blood may still be there, such as the easy way to open the iron door with special means just now, or the way it is now moving silently like a feline.
But some thinking habits and ways of doing things, etc., have been basically forgotten... If a real killer is in a strange area, how could he not become familiar with the surrounding environment immediately?
He's changed his mind...but isn't this really what he hoped for?
There is still an iron door at the other end of the corridor. This time there is no need to pry it open, just open it from the inside. Just as I was about to step over, my feet stopped, and boom, the wooden door that should be the utility room next to me suddenly exploded.
, countless broken sawdust were instantly covered, mixed with a swift black shadow, an unprepared collision, and a loud bang. Park Zhongsheng fell to the opposite wall, and half of his bones groaned in severe pain.
The faint blade light flashed away, and he subconsciously turned his head, huh, a sharp dagger almost grazed his eyelashes and inserted straight into the white wall until it entered the handle. Under the shadow of death, he raised his hand reflexively to block the fist that hit his temple.
, with a low roar, he hugged the black shadow and hit the ground, rolling, twisting, and colliding. Similar throwing and locking techniques were exactly the throwing and locking techniques that are not common in modern Taekwondo.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Rolling from the corridor into the utility room, a close fight took place in just over ten seconds. Park Jong-sung, who suffered a big loss at the beginning, now has the upper hand.
He locked his legs tightly with the black figure's waist and resisted the force. He found a gap, and suddenly made a knife with his fingers. He broke away from the restraint and thrust straight into the opponent's throat. However, when his fingers were about to touch the skin of his neck, he suddenly paused inexplicably.
pause……
Naturally, there was no hesitation in such a fierce battle. The dark figure who also found the opportunity raised his hand and wiped it from his waist, "Xiba!" He cursed angrily, and when he quickly raised it, there was a black pistol in his hand, equipped with a silencer.
The slender barrel of the weapon was pointed directly at Park Jong-sheng's head within a narrow range. Without any hesitation, he simply pulled the trigger.
Poof——click——
Hair was fluttering slightly, gunshots were heard, and bones were broken almost at the same time. In the dim light, the two figures stood still for an instant.
After about two or three breaths, the arm holding the pistol high dropped weakly and fell to the ground with a bang, and the pistol slid aside.
Park Zhongsheng slowly raised his hand with a complex expression, half of his palm was red, and fresh blood dripped rapidly along the fingertips, and fell drop by drop on the still confused face under him... He did have a reason to be confused, clearly raising the gun and pointing it.
It was his head, but when he finally pulled the trigger, it moved a little bit by accident, as if an invisible force hit the gun body, causing the bullet to deflect a few inches and pass through Park Jong-sung's ear...
This is not scientific, but life and death are decided.
With a bang, Park Zhongsheng sat down on the ground next to him, breathing rapidly. The palm that he had used so much force to nearly break his entire neck kept wiping on his trouser legs, over and over again... It's not that he had never seen blood, but killing people,
It's indeed the first time...
"Observer, report the exact location of the target object... Shasha, observer?"
In the quiet utility room, accompanied by the slight call of rustling electricity, I subconsciously lowered my head and picked up a wireless headset from the ground on the side of the black shadow's head. It should have fallen out of the latter's ear, flickering with light.
"...Observers are silent, East B2 area, gather around..."
He came back to his senses in an instant and crushed the headset. Park Zhongsheng got up from the ground. He hesitated when he turned around to leave. He leaned over and picked up the black pistol from the ground. He hurried out and returned to the corridor. He opened the iron door and stepped in.
Well……
With a start, he paused, raised his hand, and raised his gun.
Behind the door was still a passage corridor. At the turn of the road more than ten steps away, a vague figure resembling a woman was doing the same action, raising a gun and pointing at it.
Cold sweat broke down my face.
There is almost no room to dodge at such a close distance. As long as the marksmanship is a little on the line, there is no problem in raising the hand to hit. And judging from the way the opponent holds the gun, it is obvious that this is a good shot. Fortunately, the opponent has no intention of shooting directly. Of course,
, neither did Park Jong-sung. At the same time, both parties did not dare to let go easily, and could only confront each other quietly in an increasingly oppressive atmosphere.
At this time, there were faint footsteps coming from the surroundings, not just behind Park Zhongsheng, but also from the other side. After being stunned, Park Zhongsheng realized something and said tentatively: "Ahem, um, everyone goes their own way?"
There was no response, but the next moment the other party suddenly rushed into a side passage and disappeared, "Huh..." put the gun away, Park Zhongsheng breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, did not dare to neglect, and did not care to think about what was inside.
One after another, turn and rush to the other side of the passage...