Chapter 167: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 12 — Taking Action

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

One could see Crow walking ahead with a gloomy face, striding in large steps, while those two little brothers followed closely behind him step for step; all three held guns tightly in their hands, and in this small grove shrouded by moonlight, a bone-chilling murderous air pervaded.

As Crow walked, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Are you sure you saw him come to this side of the grove? Don't get it wrong for me; if you let that brat escape again, hmph, the two of you just wait to be dealt with!"

One of the little brothers with dyed yellow hair hurriedly replied: "Boss, you can set your mind at ease a hundred percent! You've had us tailing Lin Hao for so many days, we haven't dared slack off for a single moment, not even daring to blink an extra time; we definitely won't mistake him. Today the moment he left the nightclub, I notified you immediately; that absolutely cannot be wrong."

Lin Hao, hiding behind a tree, heard their conversation and secretly cried bitterly in his heart, unable to stop blaming himself, thinking that he had been too careless during this period, actually tailed for so many days without the slightest awareness; it was truly too negligent.

Fortunately recently no matter where he went, either Fei Zai accompanied him or he brought a bunch of brothers; he hadn't acted alone much; otherwise, with Crow's ruthless disposition, today he would likely have met with more ill than good.

Crow gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Stinking brat, today I must kill him; last time he won that duel in front of everyone and stole so much limelight, this breath of anger I've been holding in all along; today is his death day; I'll let him know the consequence of offending me, Crow!"

Lin Hao hid behind the tree, heard their words clearly, and understood in his heart: today's situation, if he didn't strike first to gain the upper hand, once Crow and them discovered him, he would thoroughly fall into a passive position; even if he escaped in a few days, afterward there would probably be endless trouble coming to his door.

Thinking to here, Lin Hao took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then quickly took out those two Black Star pistols from his space again, and by the moonlight carefully checked the bullets; after confirming the magazines were installed correctly, he gritted his teeth, gripped the handles with both hands, slowly pulled back the slides, and chambered rounds.

To tell the truth, after all Lin Hao had never truly fired a gun before; at this moment his palms were all sweat, his heart pounded "thump-thump," nervous to the extreme.

But he also knew clearly: now was not the time to be afraid; he had to stake it all.

Lin Hao held his breath, quietly leaned out from behind the tree, aimed the two guns at Crow and the little brother behind him respectively, thinking it would be best to kill both these guys in one go; that way the remaining little brother would be nothing to fear, and his chances of winning would be much greater.

He stared tightly at Crow and them, just waiting to find the optimal moment to pull the trigger.

Crow brought the two little brothers searching back and forth in this small grove for a good while, eyes bulging like copper bells, not letting go any corner that could hide a person; but after searching half a day, they found nothing at all.

Crow's originally gloomy face now became even uglier; his brows knitted tightly together; irritably he reached up to smooth his hair, then stomped his foot hard, cursing nonstop.

The little brother behind saw this and hurriedly fished out a cigarette from his pocket, put on a fawning smile and offered it up, wanting to calm Crow down. Just at the moment that little brother respectfully lit the cigarette for Crow, Lin Hao seized the timing; he knew opportunity must not be missed, time would not come again; he gritted his teeth and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!" Two consecutive crisp gunshots shattered the small grove's original silence, carrying far in this quiet night.

Crow and that yellow-haired little brother simply had no time to make any reaction; both clutched their chests, eyes widened, faces full of disbelief, then like puppets with cut strings they fell straight down.

The remaining little brother instantly went dumbfounded; gun in hand, he looked around in panic, stammering: "Who... who is it? Come out!"

But before he could recover, Lin Hao had already swiftly swung the muzzle and pulled the trigger again; "Bang! Bang!" Two more gunshots; that little brother's body jerked violently and he too fell to the ground, utterly motionless.

Only then did Lin Hao carefully walk out from behind the tree, gripping the gun tightly, stepping step by step toward where they fell, eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings, afraid there might be some other unforeseen development.

Reaching them, Lin Hao examined closely and found Crow's two little brothers had already completely lost their breath, bodies lying motionless in pools of blood.

As for Crow, he was actually still groaning on the ground, breathing in more than out; by the look of it his life was near its end, yet he was still making a final struggle.

Lin Hao had no mind to waste words with him; in this situation, he absolutely could not leave any living witness; otherwise afterward the trouble would be huge.

So he unhesitatingly raised the gun, fired two more shots at Crow, and only stopped after confirming Crow had thoroughly breathed his last.

Afterward, Lin Hao nimbly stuffed all three corpses into his space, then bent down and collected the three guns scattered on the ground as well.

Even those few shell casings he didn't let go; he picked them up one by one and carefully stored them away.

Having done all this, Lin Hao raised his head, got his bearings, and hurried toward his old house; all along the way his heart was in his throat, afraid someone might discover some trace.

What Lin Hao didn't know was that not long after the gunshots, residents nearby heard the commotion, grew frightened, and hurriedly dialed the police emergency number.

Before long, police arrived at the scene.

But when they got here and looked, apart from a few faint bloodstains left on the ground and several blurry footprints they managed to lift, they discovered nothing else at all.

The police frowned, flashlights in hand searching the small grove everywhere, discussing in low voices as they searched; all felt this matter had a strange air, but for the moment they truly could find no leads; they could only record these scene clues first and conduct further investigation later.

Lin Hao rushed all the way and finally returned home smoothly; the moment he entered, he couldn't wait to strip off the clothes that carried a hint of gunpowder smell and tense aura, threw them all into the washing machine, then walked straight into the Wei Sheng Jian.

He turned on the shower head; warm water "hua-hua" sprayed down; Lin Hao stood under the spray, letting the water wash over his body, yet his mind still replayed that heart-pounding scene just now.

He remembered seeing in some films and dramas before that after firing a gun, hands and body seemed to retain some gunshot residue; if the police detected that thing, it would be huge trouble; his killing would be impossible to hide.

Although he wasn't sure whether this shower could actually wash away that so-called gunshot residue, at this moment he couldn't care that much; washing was better than not washing anyway, and his heart could at least feel a bit more at ease.

Lin Hao picked up a towel and meticulously wiped his hands, arms, and every part of his body, wishing he could scrub every inch of skin clean; that serious appearance seemed as if he wanted to wash away all the blood and danger he had just experienced along with the water.

He stayed in the Wei Sheng Jian for a good while, until he felt his body was washed clean enough; only then did Lin Hao turn off the spray, wrap himself in a bath towel, and walk out.