Chapter 1315

The three leading criminal police officers were tall and sturdy; one held a door-breaching ram, one held a shotgun, and another was bent over, holding a stun grenade, looking ready to throw it at any moment.

And surrounded by the three, the owner of Xinxin Locksmith, a 32-year-old professional locksmith, the top disciple of the previous generation's King of Thieves, and a key focus of the community, was obediently peering through the keyhole of the security door, his expression focused and his muscles as tense as if he were doing this for the first time.

Liu Zhuangshi, wearing protective goggles, watched the professional-looking thief from behind, feeling a bit worried, yet unable to do anything about it.

When the three kidnappers rented the house, they specifically chose this one with a very good security door. If the locksmith couldn't open the door, the door-breaching ram might take several hits, which would waste time.

The key was that there was no movement inside, and the observers at the sniper positions hadn't seen any abnormal behavior from the kidnappers via infrared, meaning the kidnappers likely hadn't discovered the police's operation yet.

In such times, booming door-ramming was a secondary choice.

According to the plan, this was already the best opening.

If the locksmith could successfully open the security door, the hostage rescue operation would be half successful.

The remaining half would depend on the snipers and luck.

"Number one has a shot!"

"Number four has a shot."

In the earpieces came the voices of the snipers after they were in position.

Liu Zhuangshi took two gentle deep breaths to calm himself down.

They didn't have a rappelling team today; one reason was that the windows faced the street, making it too chaotic, and the other was to leave window space for the snipers.

This required their side to enter the room quickly and decisively, and also... to have a bit of luck.

Liu Zhuangshi looked back at his team, then turned back, his breathing already regulated.

The most troublesome part of an operation wasn't the plan, but the various accidents during the process. Only by handling accidents well could there be a relatively smooth operation. And as the detachment captain, appearing here today, and appearing on the very front line, he was no longer worried about any accidents.

Jiang Yuan, as a guest force, was squeezed far to the back.

Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming leaned tightly against him, wishing they could cover his front to be safe.

Jiang Yuan gripped the Beretta in his hand, lowered his head slightly, and looked forward to an opportunity to show his skills.

Not for anything else, just to feel the glory of being a police officer.

Click.

In the silent hallway, the sound of the security door being opened was as crisp as a tight skirt being torn.

All the criminal police officers looked at Liu Zhuangshi with fiery eyes.

The criminal police officer holding the stun grenade quietly pulled open the security door.

Creak.

The security door made a dry sound.

At this very moment, many people felt the urge to burst in, feeling that the kidnappers inside must have heard it.

Liu Zhuangshi forcibly held back.

The snipers' opportunity wasn't good; it would be best if two people could be killed simultaneously. If only one could be killed, the first one to be killed should be the kidnapper next to the hostage.

Time ticked by second by second.

The criminal police officer holding the door-breaching ram began to feel his shoulders ache, and Liu Zhuangshi suddenly raised his hand.

"Go! Enter directly!" Liu Zhuangshi didn't count down, nor did he have the opportunity; he just stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the criminal police officer holding the stun grenade.

Half a second later, muffled gunshots exploded.

Many residents of the complex subconsciously looked up, searching for the direction of the thunderous explosion.

Inside the room.

Zhang Xindong was drinking tea nonchalantly, watching Wu Wei open software to make an internet call, silently learning while whispering in his ear: "Once this call goes through, Yin Feisong will definitely want to talk to his son. After this call is done, we'll find an opportunity to slaughter the kid. Specifically, we'll see if we kill him when we leave, or when we make the next call..."

Wu Wei was startled and also whispered: "Brother Hailong said not to kill anyone..."

"He's been fighting people since he was in elementary school, and he stabbed someone into serious injury in middle school. You're listening to him lecture you on the law? He's been made stupid by prison." Zhang Xindong said in the tone of a veteran prisoner: "We cut off the driver's thumb; that's serious injury, and it's still a gang crime. We also stole a car, and later we're going to cross the border illegally. Plus those ID cards, phone numbers, and bank cards you handled—with all those crimes combined, do you think you'll be out in ten years?"

Wu Wei was a bit confused: "That still shouldn't be, shouldn't be saying..."

"If we get caught, you guys have a high probability of a suspended death sentence." Zhang Xindong said flatly: "I'm the main culprit, a repeat offender, and you guys call me boss, so I might get an immediate death sentence. So, as long as we get caught, none of us will end up well. The key is not to get caught."

Wu Wei's lips trembled twice: "With a suspended death sentence, we can get out in 20-plus years."

"Can you endure it?" Zhang Xindong laughed.

Wu Wei shook his head as expected.

"Chop this kid up, and they might not even know who we are later. By the time they figure it out, we'll have already gone abroad." Zhang Xindong said as he stood up, leaned over to Wu Wei's ear, and whispered: "The hostage can hear us talking, we've said too much..."

"That's what you say." Wu Wei turned to look at Zhang Xindong, and then, he saw Zhang Xindong's eyes bulge, and then his entire head exploded.

Splat.

Wu Wei felt that what he heard was more like a fart, while the visual effect was like a cooked watermelon being punched through, with red pulp and juice splashing everywhere, and the white rind of the melon smashing into people's eyes, making them dizzy.

"Damn!"

Zhong Hailong shouted, thinking first of grabbing the short-barreled shotgun on the shelf.

Wu Wei was stunned, first subconsciously wiping his face.

Blood droplets hung on Wu Wei's eyelashes, reflecting the world in red.

Boom!

The wooden interior door shattered upon impact, but only half of it broke.

This was different from what was played in movies, and different from the training scenarios.

But the police in the front row had no time to react; they turned their bodies sideways, pushed through the wooden splinters into the room, and rolled on the ground in pain, clearing the position.

The police behind followed one after another, their gun muzzles pointing left and right respectively.

Zhong Hailong hurriedly raised his gun.

Wu Wei hurriedly crouched down, wanting to grab the hostage's bag.

Bang.

Bang bang bang bang...

A series of gunshots, as dense as firecrackers on New Year's Eve.

"Stop!"

"Everyone stop!" Liu Zhuangshi emptied his magazine before shouting loudly.

The police behind him stepped forward silently, crossing the corpses on the ground to start searching the other rooms.

Jiang Yuan also walked in.

What met his eyes was blood all over the floor and corpses riddled with holes.

Fortunately, the teenager who was the hostage was crying loudly, making the room seem much more vivid.

"The victim is fine." The police officer who stepped forward to check patted the person down, then covered his eyes and carried him straight out of the scene.

The 13-year-old boy was shivering like a stray dog.

"All dead." Mu Zhiyang stepped on the blood, looked at all three corpses, and confirmed there was no possibility of resurrection.

Liu Zhuangshi changed the magazine for his scorching hot 92, lifted his chin slightly, and said: "This is how it is on our side."