h4Chapter 1405: Chapter 1329: Broken/h4

    The three leading detectives were tall and strong; one held a breaching ram, another a shotgun, and the third was crouched, clutching a stun grenade, ready to throw at any moment.

    Amidst the trio was the owner of Xinxin Lock Shop, a 32-year-old professional locksmith, a top disciple of the former king of thieves, and amunity focal point. He obediently peered through the keyhole of the security door, his expression focused and muscles tense as if doing this for the first time.

    Wearing protective goggles, Liu Zhuangshi watched the locksmith’s professional disy, unable to help but feel a bit worried.

    The three kidnappers had specifically chosen this apartment with a well-secured door when renting. If the locksmith couldn’t open the door, it would take several hits with the breaching ram, which would be quite a dy.

    Crucially, there was no movement inside; the sniper’s observer, via infrared, hadn’t spotted any irregr actions from the kidnappers, suggesting they might not have noticed the police operation yet.

    At times like this, banging the door down was a secondary choice.

    ording to the n, this was already the best opening.

    If the locksmith could sessfully open the security door, the hostage rescue operation would be considered halfway sessful.

    The remaining half depends on the sniper and a bit of luck.

    "Number one has a chance!"

    "Number four has a chance."

    The voice of snipers in position came through the earpiece.

    Liu Zhuangshi gently took two deep breaths to calm himself.

    Today, there’s no rappel team; one reason was the window faced the street, making it too chaotic, and another was to make room for the snipers at the windows.

    This required their team to enter swiftly, decisively, and also... with a little luck.

    Liu Zhuangshi nced back at his team, then turned back, his breathing now steady.

    The most troublesome aspect of an operation isn’t the n, but the various unforeseen incidents during execution. Only by managing these can an operation run rtively smoothly. As the team leader, appearing here today, at the frontline, he was no longer worried about any surprises.

    As an outsider, Jiang Yuan was squeezed to the back.

    Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming leaned closely against him, wishing to cover his entire front for safety.

    Jiang Yuan gripped the Beretta in his hand, slightly lowered his head, eagerly awaiting a chance to prove himself.

    Not for anything else, but to experience the glory of being a cop.

    Click.

    In the silent hallway, the sound of the security door being unlocked was crisp, like the tearing of a tight skirt.

    All the detectives turned their fiery gaze towards Liu Zhuangshi.

    The detective with the stun grenade quietly opened the security door.

    Creak.

    The security door emitted a dry sound.

    At this very moment, many felt an urge to charge, sensing the kidnappers inside must’ve heard it.

    Liu Zhuangshi resisted it.

    The snipers didn’t have a great opportunity; ideally, they should kill two at once. If only one could be shot, the kidnapper next to the hostage should be targeted first.

    Time ticked away minute by minute.

    The detective holding the breaching ram started feeling shoulder aches as Liu Zhuangshi suddenly raised his hand.

    "Go! Get in directly!" Liu Zhuangshi didn’t count down, nor had the chance, he just stepped forward, grabbing the detective with the stun grenade’s hand.

    Half a secondter, a dull gunshot exploded.

    Manymunity residents involuntarily raised their heads, searching for the direction of the thunder.

    ...

    Inside the room.

    Zhang Xindong casually sipped tea, watching Wu Wei open software to make an inte call, silently learning while whispering in his ear, "When this call goes through, Yin Feisong will definitely want to talk to his son. Once he’s done talking, we’ll find a chance to finish off the kid. Whether it’s when leaving or during the next call..."

    Wu Wei jolted in surprise, whispering back, "Brother Hai Long said no killing..."

    "He was fighting people in elementary school, stabbed someone critically in middle school, are you listening to his legal advice? The prison made him dumb," Zhang Xindong stated in a seasoned inmate’s tone, "We cut the driver’s thumb off; that’s serious harm, also we’re a gang, we stole cars, might trespass the border soon, and those IDs, phone numbers, bank cards you got,bined penalties, do you think ten years would get us out?"

    Wu Wei was a bit bewildered, "Not necessarily... not that..."

    "If caught, you guys likely would get a suspended death sentence," Zhang Xindong said tly, "I’m the main culprit, a repeat offender, you’re calling me boss, I might just get an immediate death sentence. So, once caught, none of us would fare well. The key is not to get caught."

    Wu Wei’s lips trembled twice, "Suspended death means 20 years and you’re out."

    "Can you endure it?" Zhang Xindongughed.

    Wu Wei swiftly shook his head.

    "Hack this kid up, they might never even figure out who we are. By the time they do, we’ll be abroad," Zhang Xindong said, standing up, leaning down to whisper in Wu Wei’s ear, "The hostage can hear us, we’ve said too much..."

    "Just saying," Wu Wei turned to Zhang Xindong, then saw his eyes bulge, followed by his entire head exploding apart.

    Splut.

    Wu Wei felt it was more like the sound of a fart, the visual equivalent to a cooked watermelon, pierced by a punch, with flesh and juice sshing out, the white pulp hitting one’s dizzy eyes.

    "Holy crap!"

    Zhong Hailong shouted, instinctively reaching for the short-barreled shotgun on the rack.

    Wu Wei, meanwhile, was momentarily stunned, subconsciously wiped his face.

    Blood droplets clung to Wu Wei’s eyshes, tinting the world red.

    Bam!

    The wooden inner door shattered with one hit, but only half of it splintered.

    This was not like the movies, nor was it like training scenarios.

    Yet the front-row cops had no time to react; sidestepping the splintered wood, they crashed into the room, wincing in pain, rolling aside to clear the way.

    More officers flooded in, their gun barrels pointing left and right.

    Zhong Hailong hurriedly raised a gun.

    Wu Wei quickly crouched, trying to grab the hostage’s bag.

    Bang.

    Bang bang bang bang...

    A string of gunfire rang out, akin to the fireworks on New Year’s Eve.

    "Stop!"

    "Everyone hold fire!" Liu Zhuangshi shouted loudly after emptying the magazine.

    An officer silently stepped forward, began searching other rooms, stepping over the corpses on the floor.

    Jiang Yuan also entered.

    Sight fell upon pools of blood, bodies riddled with bullet holes.

    Fortuitously, the teenage hostage was crying loudly, adding life to the scene.

    "The victim is unharmed." The inspecting officer patted the boy down, covering his eyes, carrying him out directly.

    The 13-year-old trembled like a stray dog.

    "All’s dead." Mu Zhiyang stepped over the blood, inspected the three corpses, confirming there’s no chance of revival.

    Liu Zhuangshi swapped magazines for the scorching hot 92 pistol, lightly nodded, "That’s how it is on our end."

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