"You murderous killer!" Chen Junwei looked at Li Yan after the murder, not at all excited, and couldn't help but scold.

"Yes, Mr. Accomplice in Murder." Li Yan glanced at him, tossed the stockings, letting them drift away with the wind.

Hearing "accomplice," Chen Junwei was at a loss for words, but he still found it hard to accept this reality.

"I just wanted to save people..."

"Sometimes killing is saving." Li Yan went over, patted him on the shoulder, and consoled, "Bro, you're still too idealistic. Do you think with such a big ruckus, if they're caught, they'll have a good life? Why do you think they are willing to be killed by me? Death is simple, living in a difficult situation is much harder."

Li Yan collected everything he found. There surely wouldn't be anything on them to prove their identity, but he wanted to see if there was any gain, though now wasn't the time.

"Do you want a gun?"

"No!" Chen Junwei immediately shook his head. He was a martial artist, harboring a dream of being a chivalrous hero. Last time had already fulfilled him, but this time, facing the death of three people directly, had shocked him.

"When the helicopter comes later, can you kick it away? When the terrorists come with submachine guns, will you continue to deal with them using a piece of iron?"

Li Yan still shoved a gun into his hand, quickly teaching him how to use it, believing aiming wouldn't be a problem for someone like him who had practiced before.

"You're going down to kill again?" Seeing Li Yan heading down, and not knowing his identity, Chen Junwei couldn't help but shout. He thought he was a lone hero, not expecting a partner to join, yet one cloaked in a hero's disguise, a devil.

"It's not killing, it's saving. The terrorists are not many, and ordinary people are at least ten times their number. If killing one can save ten, which do you think works better? Or do you think waiting for the police is more reliable?"

Seeing him pondering, Li Yan chuckled, "Don't think of me as great, and don't be easily swayed by my views. I'm not a pure-hearted person with romantic idealism like you, and just by coincidence, like you, I'm a jinx."

"Who exactly are you?" Chen Junwei couldn't help but ask.

"Why meet if we are strangers? Apart from knowing you're fond of cleaners, I don't know who you are either." Li Yan didn't want to say more, and he left directly after speaking.

Chen Junwei stayed on the rooftop, feeling very conflicted, but after hesitating for a while, he hid again among the piles of discarded billboards. The idea of killing one to save ten temporarily suppressed his acceptance of killing.

...

Returning again, Li Yan actually had some regrets.

He was a bit rushed earlier and didn't take off Liu Yunqing's clothes to change into them. Returning like this, not only might he be recognized by Peng Duandao, Feng Wuqing, and others he knew, but also his clothes might be recognized by Yu Xiaodi and Wen Qianyi. As for Yue Yao, there's no worry.

He had found unused stockings among the items searched from Liu Yunqing. Before walking out of the staircase, Li Yan put a stocking over his head too. As Wan Liming said, it indeed was uncomfortable and a bit perverted.

Walking down the corridor, he decided to make a quick decision. Although there were other more covert methods, they were too slow and troublesome!

When he walked over, he saw someone with stockings over their head guarding by the elevator. Seeing him approach, the person with a distorted face coldly asked, "What are you here for? Guard your position!"

The voice was unfamiliar to Li Yan; he didn't know if it was another second-rate assassin from the organization or someone else. He wasn't interested in knowing the other's identity.

"I'm craving a smoke, got a light?" Li Yan quickly walked over, already holding a cigarette box in his hand, looking almost intolerable.

That person also smoked, instinctively reaching for a lighter, but seeing Li Yan's similarly distorted face, he couldn't help but feel puzzled, "Can you smoke with stockings on?"

"Just smelling the smoke is fine!" Li Yan had already reached him.

The person chuckled awkwardly, "You must be a nicotine fiend!"

"You like this? I have more, I can give you one?" Li Yan said, already taking out a stocking.

Li Yan brought the stocking close, then raised his hands, quickly wrapping it around while. The man leaning close to smell it, found it around his neck, then a quick cross knot in front, and hands yanked hard in opposite directions!

As Li Yan made his move, the man realized something was wrong, but his speed was just too fast. The man had only had time to raise his head, no chance to evade, and was already being strangled by Li Yan, quickly raising his hand to aim the gun at Li Yan!

How could Li Yan let him succeed? With a turn, he was already behind him, applying pressure with his knee to the man's lower back while his hands pulled back, and with just a brief struggle, the man was silenced.

The gunshot in the corridor sounded very loud, even reaching inside the banquet hall, immediately causing a burst of screaming inside!

Li Yan stashed away the stocking used in the assault, with the gun in hand, now standing at the banquet hall entrance. Silently counting in his heart...

Three!

Two!

One!

Then with the gun in hand, he fired a shot right at the center of the banquet hall door.

"Bang——!"

After the loud gunshot, a hole appeared in the door, with blood gushing out from the inside, concurrently with a burst of terrified screams within!

At this moment, all the hostages inside were squatting down. Just after hearing the shots outside, a small portion of timid girls screamed; hearing the gunshot, a stocking-masked terrorist went over to the door, peeking through the crack, but hadn't opened the door before a bullet from outside through the door exploded his head!

Because everyone was curious about the situation outside, expecting rescuers, most people's eyes were fixed on the door.

This shot not only shocked regular people but also stunned the terrorists inside.

But this was not a favorable situation, everyone understood a formidable enemy had arrived!

Inside, at various positions controlling the crowd, the terrorists, seeing the terror-stricken hostages not daring to raise their heads, aimed the muzzles of their guns at the door.

Then the nearest one noticed a fleeting silhouette behind the bullet-pierced hole in the door, immediately reciprocated by firing through the door, as was done from outside!

After the gunshot rang out, the doors were pushed open, revealing a similarly stocking-masked person at the entrance.

Although dressed like a comrade, everyone understood that it was likely a fake, leading to a burst of chaotic gunfire against the person pushing the door open!

After several shots, the person collapsing at the door was killed beyond any chance of survival.

As soon as the gunfire paused inside, shots were fired again, this time from the outside!

After shooting one through the door, Li Yan had quickly brought in a shiny stainless-steel trash bin from the elevator and placed it opposite the door. Then, propping the dead man against the door, he stood to the side, kicking open the door as they began firing inside.

The already dead man bore the brunt of the bullets from all directions for him, while Li Yan focused on the stainless-steel trash bin, from which bright light from inside faintly reflected the situation in the hall. Naturally, those hiding with heads down in the back were hostages, while those standing with raised hands were all terrorists.

It wasn't a mirror, so the specifics were unclear, but Li Yan didn't need to admire their forms; just knowing their positions roughly was enough, as long as there were dim silhouettes for targeting.

As their gunfire ceased, he began his counterattack!

Two hands, two guns, shooting in different directions!

Using reflections from the stainless steel, he had already grasped the general distribution of the terrorists inside. During their fierce gunfire, he had mentally calculated the quickest shooting sequence. When the real attack came, he only needed to make slight adjustments — whether to shoot the torso or the head was the issue. And his shooting skills were undoubtedly impeccable.

Little Li's flying daggers never miss their mark!

Old Li's bullets don't stray! Only self-produced and self-used bullets would be unconsciously wasted when shooting girls.

Even though inside there were talents like Peng Duandao and Feng Wuqing, born top-class assassins, they too met their end in bitter regret and reluctance under the king of assassins, King's, thunderous assault in the mere fractions of a second!

Upon first hearing the gunfire, many youngsters still had curiosity, but the scene of a headshot, the burst of blood mist, shocked them all. The subsequent rounds of gunfights were even comparable to partner gunfights in action movies, making everyone worry about being hit by stray bullets, no one dared to sneak a peek!

Of course, there was one exception. As the leader of the assassin organization, Queen wouldn't be startled by such a scene; she only felt a sense of enjoyment, for she could sense the atmosphere saturated with King's presence! She didn't expect him, normally so cautious, to resolve matters with such thunderous methods. She even caught a glimpse of Li Yan, with stockings on, sneaking to the restroom when no one was watching. (To be continued, for more, please log on to www.qidian.com, support the author, support legitimate reading!)

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