Second Volume: Chapter Twenty-Six - Hundred Man Kill

After Marilyn said, "I don't know," Heidi, in her arms, lifted her head. "Mommy, is it..."

"Don't say it."

Marilyn quickly covered the little girl's mouth, but Tang Jingyao had already heard the words. With a smile, he was about to walk over. Marilyn, holding her child, turned deathly pale. Suddenly, a massive explosion roared, and the entire building shook as if an earthquake had struck. Tang Jingyao gripped the back of the sofa, reaching for the intercom to inquire about the situation, when gunfire erupted!

The lights in the room where the Mafia members were suddenly went out. Due to the explosion, the lights in this room flickered like lightning. The sounds of machine guns and pistols, mixed with the shouts of the Italians, created a cacophony. The muzzle flashes were as intense as firecrackers. Marilyn hugged Heidi and collapsed onto the sofa. Tang Jingyao raised his pistol, his face filled with terror, pointing it at the door. The Mafia member standing at the door had just drawn his pistol when a stray bullet from inside pierced his forehead, and he slowly fell.

After a long time, the shaking finally stopped, and the chaotic gunfire from the inner room ceased. All the three people in the room could see was the Mafia member's corpse and blood at the doorway. Tang Jingyao, holding his gun, dared not move for a long time. Seeing no movement, Tang Jingyao hardened his heart, grabbed Marilyn from the sofa, and pushed her forward, moving towards the inner room.

Now that she roughly knew who had arrived, Marilyn wasn't afraid. Reaching the doorway, she gasped, illuminated by the light from outside, and felt a slight joy. The room was a mess, with five bodies and blood everywhere. The window facing the outside had fallen into the room. It was clear that someone had broken in from outside, engaged in a fierce battle in this confined space, killed everyone, and then exited through the window.

A moment later, Tang Jingyao saw this scene and was trembling all over. He glanced at Marilyn, then spoke into the intercom, "Report quickly, what... what just happened?"

"Boss, the ramp corridor with the conveyor belt on the west side was blown up. We... we have about five brothers buried underneath."

The voice from the intercom was tense and panicked. Tang Jingyao shouted in exasperation, "Forget about that side, all of you come up here, come to me!"

Just as the other side responded, another voice interjected, "Help! Help! He's outside! He's outside, he jumped down from above just now, Old Second and Old Fourth were both killed by him, it's a child, no, he's..."

Then, the intercom went dead.

"A child, impossible... I know, it's a dwarf, a dwarf..." He rushed to the window. The third floor of the factory was equivalent to the fifth floor of a regular building. He had no idea how that person had climbed up or down. Outside was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. As soon as he turned around, the intercom rang again.

"Boss, the corridor is blocked by a collapsed cement slab. We're pushing it open, it'll be ready soon..."

Gunfire suddenly erupted.

"...He's broken in, he's broken in."

Hearing the incessant gunfire outside the room, Tang Jingyao felt his whole body tremble. He walked back into the room, glanced at Marilyn and her daughter, and as the gunfire gradually subsided, he pressed the intercom. "How is it, did you take him down?"

A tense and panicked voice came from the other side. "No, not yet, he's too agile, like a monkey. Several brothers were shot the moment they showed their heads. Now, now..."

Tang Jingyao finally understood the reason for the sparse gunfire and gritted his teeth. "What? You mean he's alone, and all of you... are being suppressed by him alone?"

"Boss, he, he, he... his marksmanship is too accurate. Anyone who goes out dies immediately..."

"I@#￥%&*" Tang Jingyao was speechless, not even knowing what he was saying. He then pressed the intercom and shouted, "Everyone listen, on the count of three, we all go out and shoot. I don't believe he can kill all of you at once! One, two, three..."

As the word "three" finished, everyone rushed out. As if in response, a broadcast voice simultaneously echoed through the factory: "Do you really think so?"

These people, with their heads heated, rushed out only to find they couldn't locate the enemy. The broadcast also made them tremble, and as they frantically sprayed bullets around, a burst of machine-gun fire shot down from above and to the side, piercing four bodies on the spot. Instantly, everyone retreated in disarray to their original hiding spots. Only the minor leader, holding the intercom, stammered, "Boss, be careful, he's here... the broadcast room..."

"Then why aren't you coming up quickly!"

Tang Jingyao trembled.

The factory, after Tang Jingyao took control, did indeed have a broadcast system installed. However, the broadcast room was next to his current room. How was this possible? Although the corridor below was blocked and the people below couldn't get up, there were still several men he had stationed outside. They had been killed silently...

As he imagined all this, it was as if he could already see the killer demon step by step approaching his room door. He quickly took another submachine gun from the drawer. While considering taking Marilyn and her daughter hostage, the voice from the broadcast suddenly appeared on the intercom.

"Mr. Tang, allow me to introduce myself. My codename is Vermilion Bird. Someone has paid a high price for your life. Please don't hold it against me after you die."

Tang Jingyao's teeth chattered. He recalled how the Italians had died earlier. The person hadn't stormed into the room. It turned out he wasn't here to save the mother and daughter, but purely because... someone wanted to kill him...

"How much did he pay you? I think I can..."

With a "bang," someone slammed against the door. Instantly, Tang Jingyao's finger tightened subconsciously, and the submachine gun unleashed a furious torrent of fire towards the door. In the intercom, the other party's voice continued leisurely.

"Don't be foolish, Mr. Tang. If I were swayed by money at this point, I wouldn't deserve to be a killer. At this stage, you should accept your fate." The voice was hoarse and gentle, truly earnest.

If many people had attacked, Tang Jingyao might not have become like this. However, tonight's events were truly bizarre. A single person climbing to a height of five stories, taking advantage of the explosion to storm in, calmly killing six experienced Italian Mafia members and leaving, and then suppressing everyone in the entire factory single-handedly. This person could control everything he wanted, attack wherever he pleased, appear wherever he wished, as if he were a god.

The door, subjected to the submachine gun's excessive destruction, crashed down. What followed was one of his stationed subordinates outside, who had already been riddled with bullets like a sieve. Tang Jingyao continued to fire madly without stopping. Finally, with a "click," the bullets ran out. In that instant, with two "pfft" sounds, bullets shot in from outside pierced his hands. A child-like figure walked in from the door.

"Daddy..." Although she roughly knew her father was a bad guy, seeing Tang Jingyao screaming on the ground, Heidi couldn't bear it. But Marilyn pulled her back, and they both looked towards the door, stunned.

"Uh..."

"Bro... Brother..."

They never expected the once harmless little boy to have transformed into a middle-aged dwarf with a scar on his face. The two were startled, but then they saw the dwarf wave his hand. "There isn't much time. Marilyn, take the gun and prepare to leave." A moment later, he hesitated and said, "Can you shoot?"

"Yes, yes." Marilyn now understood that this person was the little boy. Who the real person was could be debated for now. Marilyn nodded, picked up the pistol from beside Tang Jingyao. The little girl ran over. "Brother... are you really my brother? How, how did you become like this?"

"Heidi, be good. I'll tell you more when we get out." As the little girl reached out to touch his face, Jiaming quickly turned his head, looking towards the turn of the stairs outside the door. He could leave easily by himself, but bringing two women made the situation uncertain. At this moment, gunfire came from behind him. He reflexively turned sharply and was beside Marilyn. It was Marilyn, holding the pistol, who shot and killed the struggling Tang Jingyao on the ground.

She had seen her unfaithful husband kill herself, but she had never seen anyone kill so decisively. Was this the depth of love leading to such hatred...

The thought flashed through her mind, but she didn't dwell on it. Turning around, she said, "Okay, get ready..." Before she could finish, Heidi's scream rang out: "Mommy—" Jiaming, with a flash of inspiration, grabbed her arm. Indeed, Marilyn had turned the gun towards herself and pulled the trigger. With a "whoosh," the entire gun scattered into parts in the air.

"You brainless idiot woman!" Jiaming almost slapped her. Seeing Marilyn's tear-filled eyes, he roared, "I risked my life to save you, and this is how you repay me! Let me tell you, you owe me two lives. According to our Chinese saying, you'll have to work like an ox and horse in this life and the next to repay my great kindness! Do you want to die? Then I'll leave here right now, leaving you and your daughter to be violated and killed first by those guys! Violated and killed again!"

He usually overthought things, and now the curses poured out of him. Heidi, hearing that they would be left behind, timidly clutched Jiaming's hand. Marilyn trembled slightly, her face full of tears as she looked at the dead man on the ground. After a moment, Jiaming shoved another pistol into her hand and said coldly, "Follow me. I'll tell you where to go to be safest. I don't want to waste words, but if you die here today, I will definitely leave Heidi behind! I mean what I say, so you decide for yourself!"

People who have already pointed a gun at themselves generally don't have the courage to attempt suicide a second time. Jiaming raised his compact submachine gun, and the two heads that appeared at the turn of the stairs were instantly dealt with. The rocks below had been cleared, and people were charging up, meaning the next tough battle was about to erupt.

This is going to be a bit difficult, it has to be like this...

A smile curved Jiaming's lips, which, combined with the scar on his face, made him look cold and ferocious. He ignored the blonde beauty who was still in a daze behind him, patted the little girl's head, and his voice softened.

"Let's go home."