"Are you people stupid? They're getting ready to blow up the building. Do you really think they'll let you go?"
Chan Ka-Kui watched several people close in on him and felt utterly helpless. They'd rather believe the robbers?
That was just too stupid!
Quite a few of the hostages couldn't help cursing at them, either.
But the moment they opened their mouths, Sang Bang fired several shots at them, and the room immediately fell quiet.
The few men who had seemed hesitant and unsure now appeared to have found fresh resolve in the sound of gunfire.
As they approached, one of them said,
"You saw what happened. If we don't go over there, we'll die right now. We don't have a chance."
"Give up and let us leave!"
"If you want to be a saint, then saving us counts as saving people too!"
But at that moment, a cold wind seemed to sweep through the entire hall. Everyone shivered involuntarily.
The next instant, an armed man in the corner of the room, positioned where he had the clearest view, suddenly raised his assault rifle and began firing controlled bursts.
Pfft! Pfft!
Every shot struck another accomplice squarely in the head. Blood sprayed everywhere. He never missed.
In the blink of an eye, five or six men fell into pools of blood. Even Sang Bang, one of the two ringleaders, took a bullet to the back of the head and dropped on the spot.
No matter how important he'd acted while he was alive, a bullet to the head still meant he was done for!
All men were equal in death!
By the time the others reacted and tried to shoot back, the gunman had already ducked behind cover.
"Are you insane? When did you become a mole? Why are you