Chapter 409: A Desperate Last Stand

At this moment, he had no time to worry about his own wounds, because the other side was still firing wildly.

The remaining four people, as if they had been suppressing it for a long time, had finally found a chance to vent; even though Yu Dazhang was completely hidden behind the car, they were still looking for angles to shoot.

Only after they could no longer see him did they finally cease fire.

Because Yu Dazhang's earlier decisive killing had left a psychological shadow on them, even though they held the advantage, they did not dare to rush forward rashly.

"As long as you release the hostage now, we won't make things difficult for you."

A young man on the opposite side shouted loudly:

"Let's each take a step back, how about it?!"

After he finished speaking, another foreigner blurted out a long string of foreign words; judging from the tone, they were certainly nothing pleasant.

People are all different.

Some people, after suffering a severe shock, will panic like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow, even screaming and shouting.

While others will choose to give up resistance, like lambs awaiting slaughter, leaving their fate to heaven, letting others do as they wish.

However, there is yet another kind of person…

When facing extreme circumstances, they not only do not retreat, but instead fight back fiercely, even willing to fight to the death.

Yu Dazhang belongs to this last kind of person.

At this moment, his adrenaline was surging; he could no longer feel the pain, and instead an inexplicable sense of exhilaration arose.

I probably can't wait for reinforcements… he silently holstered his sidearm.

Even without bullets, the sidearm absolutely could not be discarded.

The man lives, the gun lives.

This was not only his duty as a criminal police officer, but also his bottom line.

He then took out the handcuffs, first cuffing one of the woman's hands, then fastening the other end to his own left wrist.

This way, the woman was firmly bound to his side, unable to escape.

Even if he died, he could still hold her back for a while.

Zhang Chao's mother was so frightened that her whole body trembled; she couldn't speak, her eyes staring at Yu Dazhang in terror.

This demon who made money off human lives finally understood at this moment what it meant for evil to never prevail over good.

No matter how many schemes you have, in the end you cannot escape the long arm of the law!

Wait~

Yu Dazhang suddenly remembered something.

Just now, when he took the handcuffs from his waist, he seemed to have touched something hard.

Right, I still have a gun… he suddenly recalled that when he had helped Ye Lin out of a predicament at the KTV earlier, he had confiscated a handgun.

At the time, the people from the Ministry of State Security hadn't arrived yet, so he had casually tucked it into his waist.

When he parted ways with Ye Lin, his mind was entirely on the case, and he had forgotten to return the handgun to her.

Yu Dazhang quickly took that gun from his waist.

A Type 54 handgun!

You're out of luck… a surge of joy rose in his heart, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Seeing him pull out another gun, combined with the smile on his face, Zhang Chao's mother trembled even more violently.

But just as Yu Dazhang was about to check the magazine, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

Immediately after, a stream of warm liquid flowed down from the top of his head; when it passed his eyes, it blurred his vision.

He instinctively wiped his hand across his face, only to find it covered in blood.

He didn't know where this shot had hit him… at this moment he was anxious, afraid that the next moment he would pass out.

"Give me an answer, will it work or not."

At this time, that young man on the opposite side spoke again:

"You couldn't be… out of bullets, could you?"

At this moment, Yu Dazhang held a gun in one hand, while the other hand was cuffed to the woman; he had no time to attend to the wound, and could only let the blood flow down from the top of his head.

"Take two steps forward and try it." Yu Dazhang replied loudly, full of confidence:

"See if I have bullets!"

"Alright." The young man agreed, and actually took two steps forward.

Locating by sound.

Yu Dazhang's hearing was also beyond that of an ordinary person, and he immediately pinpointed the other's exact position.

Hopefully this gun has bullets in it… he prayed silently in his heart.

Time was pressing; he simply had no extra time now to check the magazine.

Taking a deep breath, he first took off his shoe, then held it in his hand and slowly raised it up, trying to make it look like a real target.

The instant the shoe was exposed above the front of the car…

"Bang"

With the sound of a gunshot, the shoe in his hand was shot flying.

Seizing this opening, Yu Dazhang immediately popped his head out and fired two shots at that young man.

"Bang bang"

One shot to the chest, one to the head; the young man didn't make a sound and fell down stiffly.

The remaining three immediately opened fire in return; Yu Dazhang didn't linger in the fight, and ducked back into cover again.

At this point, the opposite side fell into a dilemma.

If they fled just like this, they were truly unwilling to let it go.

The money man is still in that fatty's hands, and so many of our own side have died.

If we just slink away like this, won't all the previous efforts have been wasted?

But if the standoff continues, the police could bring reinforcements at any moment, and by then, escape would be nearly impossible.

What gave them the biggest headache was that the fatty's pistol seemed to have endless bullets.

He's fired so many shots and can still keep shooting — he didn't even have time to reload.

Besides, there was one more thing they couldn't ignore: this fatty simply wouldn't let them get away easily.

When their side still had more people, there had been a chance to withdraw.

Now only three were left; if they rashly bolted up the gangway, the other side would surely latch on and not let go.

They'd figured it out — this fatty was stalling them with the mindset of perishing together.

Yu Dazhang had no idea what they were thinking.

At this moment, his vision kept going black, and a sense of powerlessness was gradually spreading through his whole body.

He knew these were symptoms brought on by blood loss.

This was only mild; with severe blood loss, insufficient blood supply to the brain would cause blurred consciousness or even fainting.

If he dragged this out any longer, he'd truly become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He glanced down — his upper body was already soaked through with fresh blood, and blood was still gushing nonstop from the top of his head and his shoulder.

Plenty of blood, huh… that thought popped into his head out of nowhere.

Did they pry my skullcap open?

Damn, their aim's pretty damn good.

He tried his best to keep his brain running, using that to stay conscious.

Just then, he suddenly heard the two remaining foreigners exchange a few quiet words in English.

Although he couldn't understand what they said, the footsteps that followed gave away their intent.

They split up… Yu Dazhang immediately guessed The method's idea.

They meant to attack from both sides at once, catching him off guard.

Clever.

Looking at the situation, if they wanted a quick resolution, this was the only way.

Foreign gangs aren't just rude — they're also cunning.

Too bad, this tactic won't work on me… Yu Dazhang didn't dare delay; he immediately adjusted his stance and, pulling Zhang Chao's mother, turned around.

Since their handcuffs were linked, after he turned, the two of them ended up back-to-back.

The side Yu Dazhang chose was the one with the messier footsteps.

Soon, figures darted out from both sides at once, and what Yu Dazhang faced was a domestic-foreign duo.

"Bang bang bang bang"

Four gunshots — those two didn't even have a chance to react before bullets struck their vital points.

Yu Dazhang was now used to headshots; only headshots left the enemy no room to fight back.

He had originally meant to fire a fifth shot — he pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't fire.

This Type 54 pistol was out of bullets too.

Now it was truly the end of the line — no bullets, no supplies.

(End of chapter)