"Rescue!"

Bang!

No sooner had the words been spoken than a gunshot rang out.

The bullet instantly hit the fugitive in the forehead, a gruesome sight!

"Yang Dong, rescue them!"

Gu Ji guessed that it might have been Yang Chen's shout that had an effect, as finally a trusted member of the Bai Family was willing to help. He turned back and shouted, found cover again, raised his gun and shot another fugitive dead.

At the same time, a shadow in the dark fired again, hitting the supervisor charging at his side.

Only two blade wielders left.

"Conserve ammunition!"

Gu Ji reminded, tucking his pistol back into his pocket.

"Damn it! I'll kill you!"

A burly man with a bushy beard charged at him viciously, wielding a machete, towering nearly two meters tall, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Yet Gu Ji remained unfazed, standing up from behind cover, walking with his right hand reaching for an axe from his waist as he increased his pace. With only two meters separating them, he suddenly raised the axe, swung it backward, and fiercely slashed forward.

"To hell with you!"

The axe's edge flashed with a cold gleam, its tip swiftly cutting across the bearded man's throat.

The machete in the man's hand barely raised when a gurgling sound escaped his throat, warm blood spraying everywhere. Gu Ji kicked him in the chest, sending the man tumbling backward, rolling down the slanted floor of the collapsed 17th floor!

Meanwhile,

The shadow engaged in a struggle with another fugitive, repeatedly stabbing a dagger into the opponent's body, but the fugitive seemed unfazed. Instead, he swung a knife at the shadow's face with a cruel smile.

Clang!

The blade missed its target, clashing instead with the fire axe, the metallic clang resonating loudly in everyone's ears.

Gu Ji withdrew the fire axe, raised it, and chopped at the fugitive's neck.

Blood splattered across the shadow's face.

He shoved the fugitive's body aside, panting heavily, saying:

"Thanks..."

"Is it you?"

Gu Ji slid back, the blood-stained axe blade scraping against the concrete rubble with a grating sound.

In front of him stood a man with a square face, faint stubble around his lips, not particularly muscular but with strong arms, eyes slightly bulging, looking somewhat sly.

Indeed, it was Chaojun who had previously beaten him with a steel pipe in the basement!

One of the fugitives under Mr. Shao and Hai!

"It's actually you?"

A flash of shock appeared in Chaojun's eyes, seemingly unable to comprehend how the traitor he had beaten had now turned the tables and killed several fugitives.

"I didn't expect you to escape from Qi Liran and Dahai's men, impressive!"

"Aren't you with Dahai, why are you helping us?"

Gu Ji didn't waste words with him, asking critical questions while retreating.

Chaojun's eyes showed a trace of deep disdain, quickly shaking his head.

"I've always been with the Bai Family. Since Dahai betrayed the Bai Family and fraternized with the warlords, killing indiscriminately, I had no reason to continue with him, so I escaped earlier!"

"Well said!"

Finally finding a fighter loyal to the Bai Family, Yang Chen was overwhelmed with excitement, "The 17th floor is the real estate department. Have you seen Mr. Chen, Mr. Bai, and Mr. Bai?"

Chaojun shook his head one by one.

Gu Ji squinted his eyes slightly, feeling that something was not quite right with this person. From the previous exchange between Dahai and Chaojun, he seemed like someone who had just illegally crossed borders carrying lives, a fugitive lecturing others on indiscriminate killing, hypocritical?

Moreover, the disdain in Chaojun's eyes seemed to stem from an instinctive disgust towards Dahai and others.

All his behavior didn't align with his previous characterization.

Or rather, he seemed like two different people.

"Yang Dong, quickly treat Ding Le's wounds to prevent excessive blood loss!"

He took hemostatic gauze from his fire backpack and handed it to Yang Dong, then slowly retreated to the fugitive that shot Ding Le, snatching a firearm from him. It was a Xia Kingdom-made Type 54 pistol. Unfortunately, it wasn't compatible with the Glock 17 in his hand; the former used Soviet-made 7.62×25 Tokarev rounds, while the latter used 9×19mm Parabellum rounds.

With no choice, Gu Ji strapped the axe to his belt, quickly disassembled the magazine, pulled the slide, checked the ammunition, and found 6 rounds remaining including the one in the chamber.

After reloading the magazine, he engaged the safety and tucked the pistol back at his waist, switching back to using the Glock 17 to continue watching the 16th floor below.

Chaojun noticed this too, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, seemingly undecided.

Gu Ji sensed Chaojun's attention on him through his peripheral vision.

In fact, he did it on purpose for Chaojun to see.

Normally, after killing so many people, one would be either overly adrenalized or focused on escaping, but he nonchalantly "looted", checked equipment, and kept vigilant.

This was not something an ordinary miner or gun enthusiast could do.

It clearly demonstrated signs of special military or police training!

"The warlord's men don't seem to be pursuing anymore. I don't know if they are acting on another floor, but we should take this chance to leave quickly!"

After a moment of vigilance, Gu Ji saw Yang Dong had stopped Ding Le's bleeding, then got up and said.

Chaojun frowned and said:

"I wanted to tell Mr. Yang that I had escaped here long ago, trapped all this time. The staircase on the 17th floor has severely collapsed, both emergency staircases have broken down, and there's no crack on the ceiling to pass through."

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