Chapter 45: Shoot anything that moves
"Why is little Qing here?" Both eyes wide open as he stares at the person cradled to the muscled man"s chest. It is clear that the youth is unconscious, causing Huo Zaiyuan to clench his teeth in anger.
"Little Yuan, what"s the matter?" Although Huo Zaiyuan"s tone was soft, Long Zhanye"s hearing is pretty acute, so he heard everything the other man said. "Do you recognise that guy?"
"Un…he is my childhood friend." Judging from those tightly clenched fists, it is not hard to guess what is going through his mind.
Staring at the muscled man carrying the unconscious youth into the canteen, one can see from the wide open window that the younger boy is carefully settled on the dining table. A lecherous smile form on the big man"s face, displaying what he is thinking of doing clearly on his face.
"Capture the thief by capturing the king first[1]. I"ll first get rid of that man as well as the guard by the door. You crouch down and use the low wall as cover to move through the corridor and get to your friend. Leave the rest to me." As Long Zhanye speaks, he picks up the suppressed MP5 which Huo Zaiyuan had been practising with for the last few days. The moment that unexpected situation arose, Long Zhanye had Huo Zaiyuan retrieve this from his s.p.a.ce before they hid.
"All right."
As the subordinates obeyed the order from their leader to search the rooms, they gradually scatter in each direction until the only one left in the canteen is the boss and a guard, who is a green-haired man and was instructed not to peek into the canteen.
As soon as the others walk far away, Long Zhanye raises the gun and takes aim at the big muscular person, then squeezes the trigger once. The bullet is spat out at high-speed, accurately grazing the target"s temple. The muzzle moves slightly and before the green-haired guard could react, the gun fires once more. A thin red line appears in the exact same spot as the previous target. The moment the guard falls, Huo Zaiyuan has already squeezed past the piles of junk and speeds off towards the canteen in a half-crouch.
Although the submachine gun is already adorned with a suppressor, when the green-haired man collapsed, the sounds it produced is enough to cause a few people to take notice. The first man who discovered something doesn"t seem quite right and was about to call for his companions is shot in the shoulder by Long Zhanye. As for the person next to the victim, he only has enough time to be startled before he caught a bullet to the chest, falling to the ground.
The remaining survivors freeze momentarily, then begin panicking, creating enough ruckus to awaken the Heavens. One after another, they raise their guns and arms in the air in the universal gesture of surrender, a freaked out expression etched on their faces.
"Be good and raise your hands. You and you, stand over there together." Walking out from between the junks, Long Zhanye points his gun at the several ashen-faced, terrified men, then quirks an eyebrow. Glancing towards the canteen for a second, he catches sight of Huo Zaiyuan carrying his unconscious friend away.
The man who had brought up the rear when the group came in notices Long Zhanye"s split-second of inattention and inches his hand down slowly towards the pistol strapped to his waist.
Pew!
"Ahh - !"
A bullet lodges itself in the palm of the man"s hand, causing him to yell in agony, pressing down on the bullet-wound in an attempt to staunch the blood flow.
"Don"t move ah. I"ll shoot anything that moves." Long Zhanye warns blandly.
This time, no one else dares to move even a finger, afraid to offend Long Zhanye and provoking him into killing all of them.
Once Huo Zaiyuan confirms that only his childhood friend"s clothes were torn to shreds and there were no suspicious bruises or scars on his body, he exhales a relieved sigh. Gaze falling on the heavily-muscled man who had wanted to take advantage of little Qing, his eyebrows knit together and he mercilessly kicks the man between his legs.
"Urgh - !"
Again, Long Zhanye displays his exquisite skills in marksmanship. Firing the gun so the bullets graze the targets’ temple, knocking them out instantly instead of claiming a life. However, as for the leader who suffered a kick from Huo Zaiyuan, he just might not want to live anymore.
(Author"s note: Little Long gong is indeed formidable ~ )
Footnotes:
[1] In other words, kill the general to topple an army.