Chapter 173: Don't Move, Kick the Gun Over Here

4:30 a. m.

The alarm clock rang on time.

After a brief tidy‑up, Xu Mo and his party went out.

He didn't leave through the main gate of the residential complex, but prepared to scale the wall.

Because the main gate is certainly the most heavily defended spot.

Unless he were crazy, he wouldn't try to confront a bunch of police head‑on.

4:48 a. m.

The five of them arrived at the perimeter wall.

The wall was somewhat high.

Xu Mo could get over it, but the other four girls might not.

"Can you climb over?" Xu Mo pointed at the wall and looked at the other four.

Li Jiaxin glanced at the wall, then at Xu Mo: "Almost, not too high."

Zhou Qiaoqiao, Yang Jingxuan and An Youyi all looked as if they could write "I cannot do it" on their faces.

They kept shaking their heads.

Xu Mo knew that scaling such a high wall would indeed be hard for the three, and he surveyed the area.

Finally, his gaze fixed on two green trash cans not far away.

"Bring those two trash cans over. Place one upright, upside‑down against the wall, and lay the other across as a step."

The three nodded, hauled the cans over, and stacked them by the wall as Xu Mo instructed.

"All right, that should do it. Let's go," An Youyi said, her voice tinged with excitement and agitation.

As she spoke, she first stepped onto the horizontally placed trash can, ready to climb.

At her age, she really hadn't ever climbed a wall before!

It should feel pretty thrilling…

Seeing this, Xu Mo reached out to stop her.

"Hold on, let me check outside first. I suspect Han Fei's old hard‑coin set an ambush beyond the wall; getting halfway up with a gun pointed at your head wouldn't be fun."

After speaking, Xu Mo let An Youyi step aside, stood on the upside‑down trash can, and peeked outward.

Sure enough.

Xu Mo was right.

Someone was indeed standing outside the wall.

At this hour, a pedestrian or two on the road is still normal.

But standing still in place is rather suspicious.

Who the hell has nothing to do staying idle outside the complex at this hour?

Eight or nine times out of ten, it's a police officer!

Before climbing out, we have to deal with that officer.

Otherwise, being half‑way up while a police officer aims a gun at you from a distance would be awkward—neither moving nor staying still.

After glancing at the outside, Xu Mo, still on the trash can, turned and crouched facing the four.

He spoke while drawing his gun and loading it.

"There's a person at three o'clock, probably a police officer, a bit far—about twenty to thirty meters. We'll have to solve it with a gun. I'll fire, then climb out, and you all follow immediately."

After speaking, he turned and rose slowly.

He'd never used a real gun, but he had played with a Plastic Gun.

And he was very accurate!

At a distance of twenty to thirty meters, he wouldn't miss.

4:51 a. m.

"Bang!"

The gun cracked; Xu Mo aimed at the officer's right hand.

After the shot, Xu Mo straightened up, braced one hand on the wall, raised his gun with the other, and leapt out.

"Damn!" the officer, who wielded a Black Gun, shouted.

Instinctively, he reached for the pistol at his waist.

But his right hand had just been hit—though it was a Rubber Bullet, the pain was unavoidable.

With that pain, his right hand couldn't even steady the gun, let alone fire at Xu Mo.

So he had to draw his gun with his unpractised left hand.

Most people are right‑handed; the left hand is far less dexterous, so the action is naturally slower.

The officer was the same; he had just pulled the gun with his left hand and hadn't yet raised it to aim at Xu Mo.

"Bang bang!"

Xu Mo raised his hand, firing two more rounds that knocked the officer's gun out of his hand.

The officer instinctively bent down to retrieve the gun.

"Don't move, kick the gun over here, or I'll hit your crotch when you move!" Xu Mo said, holding his gun.

Hearing that, the officer flinched slightly.

Xu Mo's gun was loaded with Rubber Bullets.

Though they lacked the lethality of real bullets.

But…

Even so, Rubber Bullets are still much harder than eggs!

If we get hit by a single shot, the consequences would be unimaginable.

If it were to catch a real Escapee, he definitely wouldn't hesitate; not even if it meant losing an egg, he'd even risk his life to grab a gun and fight!

After all, he has to live up to the clothes he's wearing.

But Xu Mo isn't a real Escapee; he's just playing the part!

To catch a Fake Fugitive and lose an egg…

He really has to consider whether this is worth it after all.

Moreover, given Xu Mo's personality, if he dares to say he'll fire at someone's crotch, he'll definitely do it.

It's indisputable that Xu Mo truly dares to fire at his crotch, and the police officer knows Xu Mo isn't joking.

After a brief consideration.

He still decided to pick up the gun.

The Fake Fugitive can't be let go!

But it's already too late.

While he was dazed and considering, Xu Mo had already started running toward him.

Before he could even pick up the gun, a Hand Knife already slashed his neck.

The police officer's body went limp and fell.

After dealing with the police officer, Xu Mo glanced back.

He saw that the four of them had just finished climbing over the wall and came out one after another.

"They'll definitely chase after hearing the gunshots, hurry and go!" he shouted toward the four, then Xu Mo first bent down to pick up the police officer's gun, removed the magazine, and only then ran toward a private car parked by the roadside.

The four immediately followed, not daring to waste even a second.

This kind of exhilarating game probably only lasts a short while in a lifetime; they don't want to be caught now.

Reaching the car, Xu Mo pulled out a piece of wire he always carried…

……

On the other side.

Hearing three consecutive gunshots, Han Fei, who was already a bit drowsy, instantly became alert.

He immediately took out his walkie‑talkie.

"Xiao Zheng, Xiao Li, Xiao Wang, the gunshots seem to be coming from your direction; have you spotted Xu Mo? Did you hit him?"

That was agreed upon before the operation.

If they see Xu Mo, don't even think about fighting him; they can't beat him anyway, just drop the Black Gun and that's it.

Precisely because of that agreement, when Han Fei heard the gunshots, he subconsciously assumed the shots came from his own side.

Two seconds later, the walkie‑talkie on Han Fei received a reply from a police officer.

"It's not me, Han Team; I didn't see Xu Mo. The gunshots came from my right, probably Xiao Li and Xiao Wang."

"It's not me either; the gunshots are also on my right, coming from Xiao Wang's side."

"Xiao Wang, did you fire the gun?" Han Fei asked anxiously.

This time, after waiting more than ten seconds, no one answered.

Han Fei sensed something was wrong.

"Leave a Team One of people at the spot, the rest follow me to check; Xiao Wang might be in trouble!"

Having said that, he immediately led a team of police officers toward the source of the gunshots.

At the same time, he called out over the walkie‑talkie.

"Everyone stationed outside the wall, move toward Xiao Wang's position! You go check the situation first; we'll arrive shortly!"

The police officers moved quickly.

But even at that speed, they were ultimately too late.

When they arrived, they only found Xiao Wang lying on the ground.

and Xiao Wang's handgun that had fallen, its magazine missing.

"He didn't run far," Han Fei said. "There's only this one road around the compound's Waiwei; either he runs left or right, split up and chase!"

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