The performance site, the football field lawn, and the surrounding stands.
In the blink of an eye, countless figures walked through it, either attacking or moving. Gunshots rang out from time to time. Bullets were fired from all corners, falling on the seats and collapsing in rows. They landed on the steel frame structure stage that had not yet been dismantled.
Sparks shot out everywhere, more flying through the air, screaming...
Kitouji, the South Korean Assassination Group, the Rise of Kyushu, and a few lone rangers who meet at the right moment make the situation extremely chaotic.
"Plan fails, stand out and make plans again!"
This order came from the communication channel of the South Korean assassination group. Not only was it irresistible, but also because it was completely incomprehensible to the current situation. It was just killing an individual. How could such a simple thing turn into a melee? Now these are
Where did the person appear from, etc., there are exploding question marks on the forehead. In this case, it is inevitable and wise to retreat temporarily.
"The passage is blocked! Xiba, this is a trap, we are surrounded!"
"Rush over—"
"That's not right. Why do I feel like the other party is also breaking out? What's going on..."
"Um, I seem to have captured a hostage, in the south corridor..."
"Well?"
"I have some impression of a star, an idol that Hummingbird likes, should I kill her..."
"It's all a mess...well, take her with you, maybe she will come in handy later."
"Copy that, then I'll knock her out first - who?!"
Vigilant exclaimed, and then the communication channel rang with the sound of intensive gunfire. After a while, a gasping voice running at high speed sounded, "It's the target! He rescued the hostages... He is injured, I am sure, come here for support!"
"What?"
"I'm nearby, report the specific location!"
…
In the aisle of the grandstand, they met unexpectedly under the suppression of fire. After a brief shock, they looked at each other and asked tentatively.
"Rise of Kyushu?"
"mercury?"
The two hands were clasped together, "Sorry, we are late, your online contact has arrived outside the stadium, but the current situation..." Zong Qing glanced at the bleeding wound on the woman's body, "Anyway, let's leave it to you
Let’s do it.”
"Okay, the one chasing me is the Kitouji investigation team. Fortunately, your colleagues stopped the help, otherwise I would have no chance of rushing out from the backstage of the performance. By the way, there are some people outside from several underground organizations in South Korea.
They came to kill Park Zhongsheng, who should be an important figure in the Park family. He escaped with me before and got separated just now." The woman told the situation as concisely as possible.
"No wonder, it turned out to be a car crash!" He nodded thoughtfully, "We know the identity of the other party. In fact, we just had a deal with them, and they seem to want to break out... Let's seize the time to evacuate! Fei, help Mercury down.
Comrade." Looking behind him, Zong Qing looked a little nervous.
"Um?"
Seeing the confused look on the woman's face, Zong Qing touched his nose and said, "Ahem, sorry, we may still have to run for a while, Fuma Musashi is behind... But don't worry, we have prepared a gift for him, this way...
…”
…
With his back against the cold tiles, his uncontrollable violent breathing echoed in the narrow space.
This is a locker room, which is standard in football fields. I just don’t know whether it is a home or away locker room. Of course, this is not important. What is important is that this is a closed space with only one entrance and exit. Park Jong-sung is currently staying in the innermost bathroom.
, stretched out his eyes and stared at the outer door, waiting for the sound of a crashing door.
He definitely couldn't hide. The opponent was chasing him very closely. He also bled a lot along the way. It was dripping and dripping. There was nothing more conspicuous... In this case, running into the locker room was a dead end.
It is undoubtedly not wise, but the key point is that he has nowhere to go, and he really can't run. The sequelae of massive blood loss are constantly draining the strength from his body, making him dizzy...
So, let’s fight to the death here?
That's what I was thinking, but when I turned my head to look at the unconscious woman leaning against the wall in the corner, her pale pink dress was spread on the floor, I couldn't help covering my face and wailing, Park Jong-sung, Park Jong-sung, what the hell are you thinking about...
I really didn't think much about it when I was rescuing people, but now Park Jong-hye's intestines are green.
He naturally knows this woman. She is a colleague and junior in the same circle, but she is much more famous than him... Well, this is not a question of whether he knows him or not, nor is it a question of not saving her, it is mainly about himself.
Now that Du Ni Bodhisattva is crossing the river, he cannot save himself, so trying to save the other party is meaningless!
I was so dizzy that I... my ears twitched slightly and I turned my head. The two outer doors flew open violently and hit the floor with a loud roar. I raised my hand and bang, the bullet hit the threshold and just came in.
The figure immediately shrank back in alarm.
After one shot, Park Zhongsheng simply put down his pistol. There was only one bullet. He originally wanted to keep it for himself, but now it seems that it is impossible. He took a breath and shouted outside: "Let's talk, your target is me."
Isn’t it?”
A joking voice sounded, "Tell me, what do you want to talk about, Young Master of the Pu family?"
You are the young master of the Pu family, and your whole family is the young master of the Pu family... Park Zhongsheng curled his lips and said: "It's very simple, I surrender, and you can do whatever you want. In exchange, you let go of the little girl I just rescued.
How about just treating it as a way for me to be a good person before I die, and she has nothing to do with it?"
"Sounds good, but you don't seem to be qualified to negotiate."
"Oh, really?" Park Zhongsheng smiled casually, "How about a bet? I bet I can use you as my backup, at least two of you. Do you want to try?"
There was silence for a moment, and there was a slight discussion. The words were naturally in Korean. I couldn't hear clearly. It seemed like they were talking about a monster, hurry up and solve the problem...Monster? Park Zhongsheng shook his head without knowing why. He just thought he was suffering from severe blood loss and misheard.
.
"OK, deal, throw out the gun first."
Park Zhongsheng had no objection. If he wanted to fight hard, his trump card would not be a pistol without bullets. With a push, the pistol followed the smooth ground and reached the outer threshold. After a pause, several figures came in with vigilance.
The muzzles of the guns were all pointed at the door of the bathroom. A figure leaned down to pick up the pistol on the ground, removed the magazine, shook his head and smiled, but didn't care, and slowly dispersed to surround them.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Huh..." Park Zhongsheng did not resist. On the contrary, he raised his head and exhaled, and closed his eyes calmly as if relieved. It was finally over... right here
Suddenly, wah - the clothes and sleeves rub against the air rapidly, and a scream breaks through the air. I suddenly open my eyes and turn my head subconsciously,
"who!"
"careful--"
Don't say it was Park Jong-sung. Even the few people in the venue didn't see what was going on. As soon as their eyes were dazzled, the companion at the back quickly passed by like a cannonball and hit the wall in the air.
The rows of wardrobes exploded with overwhelming force, and then smashed into the wall behind them, making a loud roar that caused the entire dressing room to tremble.
Turning around in shock, he quickly pulled back the muzzle of the gun and was caught in the process. The next moment, the spring, slide, trigger, recoil spring guide rod and other gun parts were scattered in all directions, and then the whole person was pulled over. Only one mistake
There was a crackling sound of dense bones breaking, and before he could feel the pain in his arms, his eyes were spinning and he was looking at his companions, rumbling...
He opened his mouth blankly, and in the flash of lightning, Park Zhongsheng saw his tall and tall figure spinning ghostly among several South Korean gunmen, raising his hands and stepping, as gracefully and calmly as if dancing ballet, and then those 'dance partners' flew out or embedded in each other in a very coordinated manner.
Wall, or rolling all over the floor...
Then he casually catches a pistol falling from the air, turns sideways, swings his arm, pop, pop, pop, three times the silencer pistol has a unique sound effect, and the locker room is silent again.
And all this happens in just a few breaths.
"Gudong!" He swallowed involuntarily, turned his head and looked up, strode into the bathroom, and glanced around, as if he hadn't seen Park Zhongsheng leaning against the door, leaning over to reach out to the unconscious woman leaning against the corner.
,
"etc--"
Seeing this, Park Zhongsheng subconsciously raised his hand to stop him. His tall figure did not look back, he raised his hand and pointed the gun directly at the center of the former's eyebrows.
However, as the gun approached, it suddenly shook uncontrollably. With a slight squeak, the gun flew up. The palm of its hand clenched into a fist in mid-air, shook, and suddenly opened with a soft clatter, as if it was broken open.
Something hit him, and the next moment, the pistol that flew out was caught by another hand, and it was held between the eyebrows.
Cold sweat broke out, and now Park Zhongsheng didn't dare to move.
"Control objects with your mind..." He spoke with a faint voice and looked at Park Zhongsheng up and down, his eyes a little surprised, "The blood is almost drained and you can still use your powers..."
No wonder I could overturn a large speeding truck in my previous life!
This talent is terrifying!
It just appears on such a street kid... God really doesn't open his eyes!