Entrance

"Hello, when did you become my fan?" The energetic Lupo girl asked the red-haired Lupo before her.

"Since Miss Kong debuted. I've watched every song you released and every concert you held." The red-haired Lupo man spoke with a somewhat crazed smile on his lips.

Kong did not know how to respond to his smile. Some people were simply born with unpleasant smiles, and mocking him for that would be rude of her.

Just as Kong was considering how to speak to him, the man suddenly stopped smiling. Killing intent showed through the eyes hidden beneath his hair.

"So, Kong, let's be together forever, okay?! Forever!" The red-haired Lupo man nearly screamed, then tore off his shirt to reveal the densely packed Originium explosives strapped beneath it.

Kong's pupils contracted, her eyes filling with despair. She was not some innocent, ignorant little idol. She knew quite a bit about these weapons that killed and maimed people.

That was why she was so desperate. Explosives like these could be detonated in an instant. Even Blacksteel Worldwide's elite mercenaries could not guarantee that they would save the hostage under such sudden circumstances.

I've only just started down the path of an idol. I've only just begun this new life. I don't want... I don't want to die like this!

Kong screamed hysterically inside, but as though guided by some unseen feeling, she closed her eyes and prepared to meet her death.

"Not good!" Exusiai, who had been momentarily stunned nearby, snapped out of it and raised her gun to shoot the red-haired Lupo man.

Without a word, Texas charged straight at him, the sword in her hand already filled with the fury in her heart.

At the same time, an orange-haired Forte girl in a Penguin Logistics uniform sprang into action the moment she saw the perilous scene onstage.

Even Liskarm and Franka, the elite Blacksteel Worldwide operator team temporarily assigned to provide security here, moved.

The two of them would not normally appear on-site unless absolutely necessary, but things had reached a critical point.

The atmosphere was suffocating. Kong closed her eyes and quietly waited for death, but what greeted her was a dull thud.

A tiny hole suddenly appeared in the center of the red-haired Lupo man's head. His face had been twisted in a mad grin, but now his eyes widened as he slowly collapsed. The explosives on his body fell to the ground, and he no longer showed any sign of life.

"Move!" As the red-haired Lupo man fell, Zhuang Xiaolin roared into the comms channel. He immediately drew Death's Revolver and opened fire on several nearby terrorists.

"Roger!" the Rainbow Six operators at the scene answered, then began their respective tasks.

Since they had been unable to set up defensive positions in advance, the Rainbow Six operators could only rely on their marksmanship and speed to subdue the terrorists.

Fortunately, the terrorists did not seem particularly well-trained. It looked as if someone had stirred them up and pushed them into this. Aside from the man in the middle of the stage, there were no signs of anyone else carrying explosives.

That said, their numbers were still astonishing. When the explosion occurred outside the concert venue, more than a dozen terrorists began pouring in through the concert entrance.

Without exception, they were masked men carrying swords, knives, or crossbows. Their races and faces could not be seen, but the hatred in their eyes made it clear that they were ignorant fools whose eyes had been blinded.

"What was that just now? A sniper? When was one deployed?" Texas asked in confusion.

Texas was not the only one bewildered. Even Blacksteel Worldwide's comedy duo was confused.

Franka had originally intended to use her full strength and rush forward the instant the criminal tried to detonate the explosives. Yet the sudden sniper shot had stunned her. Even her sharp instincts had failed to detect that a sniper had appeared nearby.

As a Vulpo with keen senses, Franka was highly aware of danger and knew how to take precautions in advance. Perhaps she was as perceptive as some fox from an old legend.

Maybe that sniper had not released any hostility toward her.

Though shocked, Franka did not forget to reassure herself. After all, if the sniper could truly conceal his killing intent and pull the trigger on her, then honestly, in a situation like that, she might have been sniped before she could react.

"Huh? Since when did the Lungmen Guard Department have such an amazing sniper operator?" Exusiai glanced at the dark cluster of buildings in the distance, puzzled.

After seeing that the situation on-site was under control, a certain Forte joined Texas and went over to the idol named Kong.

Having just been saved, the little idol was clearly still dazed. She had collapsed limply onto the ground.

While the center of the stage was in chaos, gunshots rang out one after another around the audience stands.

Machine Gun Guy, Trap Girl, and Big Shield positioned themselves with Zhuang Xiaolin to the south, following the layout of north above, west left, and east right.

Each of them held a direction, while Glaz provided fire support and cover from outside. The three naturally began doing what they did best.

As a seasoned counterterrorism veteran, Machine Gun Guy's experience told him never to believe a single word criminals said. The best and fastest way to rescue hostages was to kill all the criminals. That was what he believed, though at times, he would set aside his own rescue philosophy and fight terrorism alongside the rest of the team.

Large-caliber machine-gun rounds tore out, blasting enemy after enemy into pieces. Honestly, this terrifying weapon was more like something out of a superhero game. When it hit wooden boards, it could rip up entire sections of them. If rounds like that struck a person and did not tear them apart outright, that was already a sign of a sturdy body.

Trap Girl used her submachine gun to pick off the incoming enemies one by one. Several masked criminals tried to sneak up on her while she focused on the enemies ahead, unaware that they had stepped on several bear traps hidden near the stage seating.

Boom—! With a thunderous blast, the men were blown nearly skinless. Roaring flames then scorched them without leaving anything behind. The bear traps beneath their feet clamped them firmly in place, leaving them unable to move and able only to howl in despair.

"The enemy is a heavy defender! Get him! We outnumber him!" On the other side, Big Shield faced several dozen armed criminals alone.

Seeing that Big Shield was alone and apparently had no weapon other than his shield, they immediately became arrogant.

Dozens of people charged toward Big Shield in a great wave, but he did not panic in the slightest. He raised his enormous shield and slowly advanced like an unbreakable line of defense.

Whenever someone tried to slam into his shield, he merely gave it a gentle push forward. That person, along with those nearby, was shoved away, while a powerful current surged through their bodies and shocked them badly.

A few people tried to circle behind Big Shield and ambush him, only to be sent straight to the afterlife by the pitch-black muzzle of a gun.

Big Shield advanced with the calm poise of an elegant medieval noble knight. His attire also made him look quite like some aristocratic lord clad in plate armor.

That was how his enemies saw him. The pressure Big Shield exerted had turned their initial contempt into fear.

They were already considering escape. When they tried to charge Big Shield, his terrifying strength sent them flying, sometimes even knocking them unconscious with electricity. When they tried to sneak around behind him, a revolver sent them straight to the afterlife.

"Run! They're monsters!" Somewhere in the crowd, a bandit shouted in panic. His cry set off a chain reaction. After hearing it, countless terrorists scattered in all directions.

The scene became even more chaotic than before. All kinds of people were mixed together, and even the terrorists trying to flee began fighting among themselves over various conflicts.

Zhuang Xiaolin remained completely calm. He walked forward slowly, elegantly harvesting life after life with Death's Revolver.

He had not even activated Eye of Death.

His unhurried gait, paired with his black boots, gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Several temporarily hired security guards in the center of the stage stared in shock at everything happening in the audience stands, especially after seeing the man in the black trench coat and hat.

"Good evening, friends. You won't be seeing tomorrow's sun." Zhuang Xiaolin pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had bought who knew where, then gently took one out and lit it with a lighter.

"Whew—! Because I hate people who threaten the lives of others the most." Zhuang Xiaolin blew out a ring of smoke, his eyes turning fierce. Death's Revolver in his right hand began twitching wildly as if possessed.

Zhuang Xiaolin did not dare unleash Death's Revolver's full power as recklessly as he had against the mafia members in the slums. If he did so here, innocent people would be caught in it.

That made him seem especially elegant as he strolled through the audience stands, precisely killing one enemy after another who tried to draw a weapon.

"Maybe I'm a bad man, maybe I'm a good man, but I'm definitely not a petty one." Zhuang Xiaolin calmly took a drag, raised his hand, and shot a terrorist struggling on the ground in the head.

"Who hired you?" Zhuang Xiaolin lowered Death's Revolver slightly, placed his left hand above it, and began firing rapidly. He dropped the large group before him until only three remained standing.

The crimson trails of the bullets were especially striking amid the audience stands.

The black trench coat made Zhuang Xiaolin look rather like the Grim Reaper.

"We won't—" One particularly bold terrorist saw Zhuang Xiaolin pressing them so aggressively and tried to put up a stubborn front. Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out, and he could no longer say another word.

"I'll ask again. Who is behind you?" Zhuang Xiaolin removed the cigarette from his mouth and flicked off the ash.

"Y-you, you, you!" Another man looked at the scene before him, his mouth trembling as he began to stammer.

"Too noisy!" Zhuang Xiaolin raised Death's Revolver and pointed it directly at the man. Under the man's terrified gaze, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. A crimson energy bullet passed by the man's ear and punched straight through the wall behind him.

"Last chance... I don't have that much pati... ence." Zhuang Xiaolin tossed the finished cigarette butt to the ground, frowning.

"It's... it's the Reunion Movement! Yes, that's right, the Reunion Movement ordered us to do it! They said we were supposed to draw all of your attention tonight so they could complete a deal somewhere hidden..." The man finally spoke, and Zhuang Xiaolin gave him a swift death.

The instant the man finished speaking, a gunshot echoed through the night sky.

Zhuang Xiaolin indifferently returned Death's Revolver to its holster.

Machine Gun Guy and the others, who had long been waiting behind him, merely stood there and watched without saying a single unnecessary word.

[Rainbow Six Squad (Purple) LV4 (3358/4000)]

[Death's Revolver LV4 (90000/120000)]

The Rainbow Six Squad had leveled up again, which pleased Zhuang Xiaolin greatly. After all, the purpose of coming here to fight crime was to earn experience for his team.

Zhuang Xiaolin clapped his hands and turned to leave, but just as he turned around, a blue-haired figure called out to him.