Inside the ward, Mei Qian leaned against the sofa, not daring to relax for a moment. After hearing the killer's taunting surrender call from outside, he shouted back loudly, "Our people have already surrounded the hospital. You can still escape if you run now, otherwise, soon, hehe, judging by your accent, you don't seem to be Chinese. Should I inform you of the law? China has the death penalty."
"Scram! You're the foreigner, your whole family are foreigners." The killer was probably enraged by Mei Qian's provocation and blurted out a perfectly authentic Northeast dialect.
"Brother, where are you from?" Lin Dang suddenly interjected.
"Oh, I'm from Tieling. Where are you from, little sister?" The killer, hearing a fellow townsman inside, was delighted.
"Oh my god, I'm from Longjiang." Lin Dang replied, picking up a chair and quietly walking to the window.
"Little sister, why are you here? Look at this mess." the killer said.
"Isn't Ping An my boss? I don't know what happened, how did it get like this!" Lin Dang slowly opened the window.
"Well, little sister, don't be afraid. Tell the person inside, I, I only want Ping An's life. The others, I have no quarrel with them, I won't kill them, alright!" The killer suddenly saw the glass window above the door and thought for a moment, then quietly brought a chair over.
"Brother, why don't you leave first? If you leave, we'll come out, and then you can kill him, okay?" Lin Dang had completely opened the window and raised the chair, intending to throw it out. At this moment, An Jing and Mei Qian finally understood that Lin Dang wanted to use the chair to alert the people below.
"Little sister, why don't you open the door first? I swear I won't kill you or the others. Tell that police officer, I, I'm proud of my marksmanship, I hit whatever I aim at, alright. Stay aside for a while, don't get caught in the crossfire, alright!" The killer quietly climbed onto the chair.
"Brother, don't be impulsive. I, I'm the youngest in my family, still young, haven't seen much of the world, let me off the hook!" Lin Dang finished speaking, and with a surge of strength, was about to throw the chair out the window.
At this very moment, the killer outside suddenly smashed the glass of the door's window with his elbow, and a hand holding a gun stretched in, pointing directly at Mei Qian, who had not yet reacted.
"Watch out!" This move by the killer was precisely what Lin Dang saw. She didn't throw the chair out the window but instead swung it towards the killer.
"Bang!" The third gunshot. The killer's gun-wielding hand was hit by the chair, his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground. Kai Shu Ge
"Bang!" The fourth gunshot.
Mei Qian, reacting belatedly, fired a shot towards the door.
"Get down!" Mei Qian vaguely felt this was a good opportunity for a counter-attack. He roared, moved the sofa, opened the door, and fired a shot outside.
"Bang!" The fifth gunshot. This was Mei Qian's instinctive shot after opening the door. Unfortunately, the killer, who had fallen to the ground, relying on his agility, had already dodged to the corner of the corridor before the door opened.
"Bang!" The sixth gunshot. This was the killer firing at Mei Qian after seeing him emerge from the ward. However, this shot also missed.
And so, for the next ten minutes, Mei Qian, leaning against the door of the room, used the iron chair as a shield, exchanging fire with the killer hiding around the corner.
"An Jing, Ling Dang, listen to me. I will fire six shots in a row to suppress the killer. You two must take this opportunity to push your brother to the doctor's office at the end of the corridor. There's an elevator there. If the elevator is out of order, drag your brother down the stairs. If you can't make it, go to the doctor's office first. There's a phone inside, call the police quickly. Remember, lock the office door once you're inside." Mei Qian instructed.
"What about you!" An Jing asked anxiously.
"I'm fine. After I finish shooting, if I don't subdue the killer, I can run towards the passage. His target is Ping An, he won't chase me. As for you two, be quick!" Mei Qian said, but in his heart, he had already decided to perish with the killer.
"Okay, I'll listen to you! Be careful!" An Jing and Lin Dang pushed Ping An, who was still unconscious, along with the bed, to the door.
"Run!" While the killer was reloading, Mei Qian rushed out, walking quickly towards the corner, firing at the killer hiding there. The rapid six shots gave the killer no chance to retaliate. As soon as the gunfire stopped, he poked his head out to shoot, but Mei Qian had already rushed up, kicked out a leg, sent the killer's gun flying, and then grappled him, seizing his neck.
Using the precious time Mei Qian had bought, An Jing and Lin Dang pushed the hospital bed towards the doctor's office. As the gunfire stopped, they had just reached the elevator. Seeing that it was "under maintenance," they immediately ran towards the emergency stairs. Then, seeing that the stairs had been dismantled, they ran into the doctor's office.
Meanwhile, Mei Qian seemed to have successfully subdued the killer. After all, he was a police officer. In a one-on-one situation, apart from losing to An Jing, Mei Qian had truly never encountered an enemy. At this moment, the killer's neck was tightly strangled by Mei Qian's arm. With brute force, he flipped over, pinning Mei Qian underneath him. But Mei Qian's grip did not loosen. Their legs locked the killer's lower body. The killer's hands flailed in the air, trying to break free but failing.
In less than a minute, the killer rolled his eyes and fainted.
Flipping over, Mei Qian tested the killer's breath. He was alive!
Mei Qian sat on the ground, panting heavily. Seeing that the killer had fainted, he worried there might be other killers and quickly ran towards Ping An.
"Open the door, it's Mei Qian!" Outside the doctor's office, Mei Qian knocked on the door.
"Are you okay!" Lin Dang opened the door and was on the phone, while An Jing helped Mei Qian to a chair.
"Officer Mei, the phone isn't working!" Lin Dang said with a sob.
"It's okay, it's okay, I've subdued the enemy!" Mei Qian said, panting.
"That's good!" An Jing also breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as the three of them were pondering what to do next, a gunshot suddenly rang out from outside the corridor.
"Damn it, that bastard woke up. I forgot to take his gun!" Mei Qian's scalp tingled. Because of his own minor mistake, everything was now on the back foot.
"Police! Why didn't you strangle me to death? If you don't strangle me to death, then don't blame me for shooting you dead, alright!" From the depths of the corridor, the killer's cold voice came, along with the sound of footsteps.
"Hide inside, don't come out. I'll deal with him!" Mei Qian pushed An Jing and Lin Dang into the office and hid himself in the corner directly opposite the office door, attempting a surprise attack on the killer.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Five shots were suddenly fired from the corner wall where Mei Qian was hiding. The dense gunfire prevented Mei Qian from peeking out. Finally, finding a gap, he raised his head, only to be met by a gun butt from the killer.
With this blow, Mei Qian's head was cracked open and bleeding. His head buzzed, but he still tried to stand up with all his might.
"Smack!" Another blow, and Mei Qian fell to the ground, unable to get up.
"Listen up, you inside! Open the door quickly, I'll count to ten. If you don't, I'll shoot this police officer dead!" The killer, dragging Mei Qian's hair, forcibly pulled his head up. "That move you used on me was good. I'm learning it now."
Mei Qian, his face covered in blood and grime, seemed not completely unconscious. He used his last bit of strength to shout, "Don't open the door!" Then, he was brutally kicked by the enraged killer. Mei Qian clutched his stomach, and a mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth.
Inside the room, An Jing was both nervous and terrified. Lin Dang, hiding behind Ping An's hospital bed, was also crying uncontrollably. After all, they were two inexperienced girls. At this moment, they were helpless.
"1" The killer outside the room began to count.
This "1" was like the last straw that broke An Jing's defense. She completely broke down, tears streaming from her eyes, and slumped down in front of the door. She didn't notice that Lin Dang, who was usually the most timid, was now bravely standing in front of Ping An's hospital bed.
"Sister, open the door! Let's fight him!" Lin Dang said, her lips trembling.
"2" The killer outside the room seemed to be playing a game. He finished counting and even laughed a few times.
"Sister, Officer Mei is dead. He'll break in next anyway, and none of us will survive. We might as well fight!" Lin Dang said to An Jing again.
"No, Lin Dang, listen to me. When the killer is not paying attention, I will suddenly rush out. As long as, as long as I can dodge his gun, once I get close, I can throw him to death!" An Jing took a few deep breaths, her eyes slowly becoming determined, her trembling hands clenched into fists. She couldn't sacrifice her brother, nor could she watch her lover die, nor could she involve innocent people. At this moment, she would fight for the two men she loved.
"3" Outside the room, the killer's counting game continued.
Lin Dang looked at An Jing, saw her determination, and nodded firmly, standing in front of the hospital bed, indicating that she would protect Ping An.
"Are you crazy, kicked by a donkey? What are you all trying to do, get yourselves killed!"
At this very moment, a weak voice suddenly came from inside the room. It was Ping An.
"Brother!" An Jing rushed over. She saw that Ping An had opened his eyes at some point.
"I'm not dead yet. I was woken up by the gunshots just now, but I was too weak to open my eyes." Ping An said, mustering his strength. "Stop talking nonsense, where are my pants?"
"In the clothes basket under the bed!" Lin Dang said, both surprised and delighted.
"Open it and get my slingshot!" Ping An said to An Jing, then to Lin Dang, "You, help me up. I'll need your help in a moment."
An Jing brought the slingshot and steel balls. Ping An, however, placed these items in Lin Dang's hands.
"5" Outside the room, the killer's number had reached 5. Whether it was to give the girls inside more time to consider or because he enjoyed this game of intimidation, he lengthened the pause between numbers.
"Don't worry about him!" Ping An signaled Lin Dang to concentrate, then instructed her to place the steel ball on the belt.
"Pull it open! Sit in front of me." Ping An had Lin Dang sit on the bed, and he himself lay down on Lin Dang's back.
Honestly, Lin Dang had never been touched by a man like this in her life. However, at this critical moment of life and death, she couldn't care less. She let Ping An lean against her back, and one of his hands reached out from her collar.
"I aim! You shoot! When I say shoot, you shoot!" Ping An's face was resting on Lin Dang's shoulder. At this moment, Lin Dang could clearly feel his words and his breath.
"An Jing, I'll try to hit him and prevent him from firing. You, you throw him to death!" Ping An tried to put on a smile and asked his sister to wait at the door.
"8" The killer's number had reached 8. Just as he was smugly preparing to give Mei Qian a few more blows to threaten the people inside, the room door suddenly opened.
Had they compromised? Seeing the door open but no one coming out, the killer was momentarily stunned. But when he saw the situation inside, he suddenly found a slingshot aimed at him in a strange posture.
"Shoot!" Ping An ordered. Lin Dang let go, and the steel ball from the slingshot shot out like a bullet, hitting the killer's eye with pinpoint accuracy.
"Ah!" The power of this single steel ball was not small. The killer had no defense against this move and instinctively covered his eyes with both hands. Then he found that at some point, his arms were being firmly grabbed by a pair of small hands.
"Heh heh, he's finished." Ping An, who was lying on Lin Dang's back, seemed to have foreseen this.
"Heh heh, he's finished." Mei Qian, lying on the ground like a dead dog, had remained conscious. At this moment, he roared in his heart, "Baby! Throw him to death! Throw him to death! Throw him to death!"
Ten years ago, fifteen-year-old An Jing, though no longer a chubby girl, had a voluptuous figure due to her baby fat, which even made the female teachers envious. This made her the target of harassment for generation after generation of petty thugs. However, Ping An's family seemed unconcerned. Occasionally, the police station would call, asking Ping An to pick someone up. Thus, Ping An, still in college, would grumpily go to the police station to apologize to the parents of the bruised and battered petty thugs. An Jing, on the other hand, was never in trouble, her little face flushed, her small mouth repeatedly saying "exciting." After returning home, Ping An would take An Jing into the study and earnestly instruct her, "Be gentle! Be gentle! Be gentle!"...
This time, her brother did not say "be gentle," and now, with the killer's hands held at close range by An Jing, his gun dropped on the ground. Generally, when An Jing had such an advantage, it usually meant—
"Ha!"
"Ouch!"
"Ha!"
"Ouch!"
"Ah—ha!"
"Ugh..."
In the empty corridor, the sound of An Jing exhaling and striking, and the killer falling from left to right, then from front to back, could be heard intermittently. A suplex wasn't enough, so another leg sweep, a neck lock wasn't painful enough, and then a waist lock was added...
"How beautiful!" Mei Qian, lying on the ground, could finally move a little. He endured the pain and slightly twisted his neck to get a better view of this violent scene.
"After a while, you go out and block him. Let An Jing have her fun, but don't kill him." Ping An lay on the hospital bed. Just by listening, he knew An Jing was using all her strength this time. Alas, poor killer.
With another suplex, the bruised and battered killer shouted, "I surrender!" Then, he propped himself up with his already broken right arm and raised his head, saying to An Jing, who walked up to him, "I admit defeat, stop摔ing, there's nowhere left to break, if you摔 any more, someone will die."
An Jing, with boundless anger, performed a series of combined throws on the killer, finally stabilizing her emotions. The last few impacts ensured that at least one of the killer's arms and one of his legs were broken. With such injuries, he was likely no longer a threat.
"Take..." Mei Qian, on the verge of death, finally had the chance to speak to An Jing, but he was too weak. He opened his mouth, only managing to say "Take..."
"What did you say? Stop talking, I'll go see if anyone is around. You need treatment right away." An Jing knelt down and hugged Mei Qian, tenderly touching her lover's face.
"Take... the gun!" After much effort, An Jing finally heard Mei Qian's words. It was "Take the gun!"
It was then that An Jing suddenly realized that the killer, who had been almost knocked unconscious by the throws, had somehow crawled about a meter away without anyone noticing. And he was crawling towards his gun, which had fallen on the ground.
"Don't move! You damn girl! You've摔ed me to death, now I'll kill you! Ouch! I'll kill you first!" The killer, picking up his handgun, slowly stood up. At this moment, the killer was in the middle of the corridor, directly opposite the doctor's office. This time, he had learned his lesson and didn't want to be hit by another steel ball.
"Haha, goodbye forever!" The killer raised his gun, aimed at An Jing, and slowly pulled the trigger.
The situation, which had been under control, instantly reversed. The killer knew very well that only by killing this woman who knew how to摔 was the rest of it a piece of cake. So this time, he resolutely did not waste words on taunting but seriously intended to kill An Jing first.
"Bang!" The gun went off. An Jing, shielding Mei Qian, closed her eyes nervously. When she heard the gunshot, she thought she was about to die. However, what followed was Liu Kedou's gruff voice and the sound of the killer falling.
It turned out that the moment the killer grabbed the gun, the door to the passage was opened. Liu Kedou led the way, rushing out first, followed closely by Lai Xiang, Wang Kaixuan, and others.
At the end of the corridor, the killer, to avoid Ping An's slingshot, had deliberately stood in the middle of the corridor. When Liu Kedou and his team rushed into the corridor, they saw the killer raising his gun. Then, Liu Kedou's "Stop!" and Wang Kaixuan's handgun fired simultaneously. The bullet passed through the corridor and precisely struck the killer's temple. The killer fell straight to the ground, dead, without even having time to turn his head to see who had fired the shot.
"Is being a reporter exciting?" Seeing that the situation was under control, Ping An, enduring the pain, jokingly said to Lin Dang.
"Exciting!" Lin Dang, unable to hold back any longer, threw herself into Ping An's arms and hugged him tightly, sobbing. This embrace happened to hit Ping An's wound. He couldn't enjoy the sensation of the beauty's soft body and was overcome by a sharp pain and fainted.
After a night of terror, the severely injured Ping An and the badly beaten Mei Qian were moved to a more secure new ward. Yan Qing, who had slept for less than three hours, came to the shooting scene in her slippers and grabbed the hospital director by the collar, demanding increased security measures.
Gao Xiaofei, who was supposed to return to work overtime, drove out of the hospital parking lot. Too tired, with the thought of "sleeping for half an hour and then leaving," he fell asleep like a dead pig on the steering wheel. His phone ran out of battery and automatically shut down midway, and he slept until 8 AM.
"Reporter Ping An, have you seen this lady?" In the new ward, Wang Kaixuan suddenly took out a video screenshot and asked.
"I know her, she seems to be Liu Juan. What's wrong?" Ping An recognized the person as Chen Nairong's secretary, Liu Juan, after a glance at the screenshot.
"Then you should thank her. If she hadn't reported it, we wouldn't have known there was a killer targeting you." Wang Kaixuan said.
"How did she report it?" Ping An was even more confused.
It turned out that while the killer was beating Mei Qian, Wang Kaixuan, who was dozing in his car in the hospital parking lot below, suddenly heard someone knocking on his car window.
"Hello, madam, is there something you need?" Wang Kaixuan rolled down the window and asked.
"Officer, I accidentally overheard that someone was planning to assassinate Reporter Ping An tonight. I felt uneasy and came to tell you." She said in a hurry, then turned and left.
When Wang Kaixuan got out of the car, he found that the lady had already gotten into a car and left. Without bothering to find out who the lady was, Wang Kaixuan, standing in the open space, used his walkie-talkie to call Mei Qian, but received no response. He quickly led his team into the hospital. At the passage entrance, he restored the electronic door, entered the passage, and saw Liu Kedou and Lai Xiang. He rushed towards the ward area and happened to arrive in time to shoot and kill the killer.
Afterward, Wang Kaixuan reported the incident truthfully and retrieved a screenshot of the informant's appearance from the hospital's monitoring room. Then he rushed to find Ping An to investigate.
"How could Liu Juan have reported it? Where did she hear that a killer was coming to kill me? Could it be! Chen Nairong?" Ping An thought incredulously.
"Director Yan! It's Chen Nairong! It's Chen Nairong! The informant was Liu Juan, Chen Nairong's secretary! Damn it, was the person reported by Niu Jian him? He took off his police uniform!" The more Ping An thought about it, the more confused he became, and he gradually fell asleep.
In a suburban detached house, Chen Nairong, who was sleeping in the main room, was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. He touched his sweaty forehead and yawned deeply.
"Heipi! Heipi!" He sat up, turned on the desk lamp, and called out the door.
"Boss, you called me?" The door was pushed open, and Heipi, wearing a black T-shirt, meaning the man in black mentioned earlier, appeared before Chen Nairong.
"What time is it?" Chen Nairong asked.
"4 AM!" Heipi said.
"Do you know if the killer succeeded?" Chen Nairong got up and lit a cigarette.
"There shouldn't be any mistakes!" Heipi comforted him.
"Every time I do something bad, I have to hide here to feel at ease. I really don't know when it will end!" Chen Nairong sighed.
"Don't worry, Mr. Chen. Once Ping An is eliminated, no one will know about our business." Heipi said sinisterly.
"Be ready to run at any time. I have a bad feeling about this. You don't understand, that Ping An is more troublesome than he looks, very difficult to deal with." Chen Nairong lay down again, closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep.