Chapter 81: with translation of chapter title

One person pointed a gun at two people.

One person took out a key and unlocked Bei YuYao's handcuffs.

But, unlocking the handcuffs is not what ordinary people mean.

Instead, he stretched his hand forward and cuffed it again.

"Be honest!"

The gun-wielding kidnapper, seeing Bei YuYao struggle, shouted coldly.

Bei YuYao understood what the kidnapper had just said, that they wanted to...

She had tears streaming down her face, filled with fear and helplessness.

Now she doesn't even dare to cry.

For Lin Feng, the opportunity was only this brief moment.

In order not to draw the other side's attention, he slightly lowered his head, pretending to be afraid.

However, his spirit was highly focused; his vision, hearing, and nerve reaction speed reached their peak for the first time.

Click~

The handcuffs were unlocked.

"Put both hands forward!"

The kidnapper said coldly.

"My hand is numb!"

Lin Feng muttered.

Saying that, he moved his wrist a bit.

"Be honest!"

The gun-wielding kidnapper stepped forward and pressed the gun against Lin Feng's forehead.

At that moment!

The kidnapper holding the gun suddenly felt a huge force coming from the gun in his hand, and then his hand was empty.

Lin Feng's speed was too fast, to the point that this kidnapper couldn't react in time.

Then...

"Bang bang bang!"

In just over a second, Lin Feng fired three shots in succession.

The leading masked kidnapper reacted the fastest; after being shot in the shoulder, he rolled on the ground and hid outside.

His two subordinates weren't so lucky; they were shot in the head directly.

The pistol is, not the *** that Lin Feng is familiar with.

The weight and feel are different.

If it were ***, the kidnapper leader couldn't escape.

After firing, Lin Feng grabbed Bei YuYao and pulled her behind him, then searched another pistol magazine from the two corpses.

At close range hearing the gunshot, Bei YuYao's ears were buzzing, she was dazed, like a wooden person.

Being pulled by Lin Feng, she fell directly onto the concrete ground.

Footsteps sounded outside.

After putting the two magazines into his two pant pockets, Lin Feng rolled on the ground out of the room.

In the room opposite, a pistol protruded.

"Bang~"

Lin Feng fired a shot.

The bullet hit the side of the door frame, and the splattered sand and stone knocked the gun a bit.

The gun-wielding kidnapper hastily shrank back.

Lin Feng then fired repeatedly.

It looked like random shooting, but only he understood that this was a test shot.

The pistol's weight, recoil.

After the brain's calculations, he grasped the data of the bullet leaving the barrel.

One magazine's capacity is 15 rounds.

He has already fired 9 shots, leaving 6 bullets.

Perhaps the earlier shots made the kidnappers in the opposite room look down on Lin Feng.

They thought Lin Feng was a novice who just touched a gun, and his earlier shot was just a fluke.

He, who had military training, suddenly fell to the ground and pointed the gun muzzle at where Lin Feng was.

But before he could pull the trigger, the gun in Lin Feng's hand fired.

A bullet accurately hit the kidnapper's brow.

Even with more military training, it can't compare to Lin Feng's cheat!

In Lin Feng's eyes, these people's movements were like slow-motion playback.

But this cheat state couldn't last long.

Lin Feng understood from sparring with Zhao Xiaoyang that the more highly focused the spirit, the shorter the duration.

Such a state could only be maintained for about half an hour.

The time should be enough.

"There are eleven in total, now three are dead, leaving eight..."

Lin Feng mutters to himself, walking forward.

This is the first floor; most of the kidnappers stay on the second floor.

There are specks of blood on the ground, leading toward the stairs to the second floor.

A faint rustle comes from the window on the left.

Lin Feng stops, pointing his gun toward the window.

A silhouette suddenly appears, moving very fast.

"Bang~"

The first shot is still fired by Lin Feng.

The bullet passes through the gap in the window and hits a kidnapper's head.

Four now, plus the wounded kidnapper leader, that makes seven!

Seven people, all upstairs.

Lin Feng can hear footsteps on the floor above.

This abandoned two‑story concrete building has floorboards that are the old prefabricated slabs.

Unfortunately, the pistol's bullets cannot penetrate such slabs.

Lin Feng abandons the plan to go upstairs.

Even if his Gun Technique is good and his reaction fast, who knows if the kidnappers upstairs have grenades or bombs.

Lin Feng immediately returns to the room where he and Bei YuYao are held.

Bei YuYao has already come to her senses and used a key to unlock her handcuffs.

Seeing Lin Feng rush in, Bei YuYao jumps in surprise.

She quickly covers her mouth with her hand and lets out a muffled cry.

"Go!"

Lin Feng waves his hand.

Bei YuYao nods.

Lin Feng turns, and carefully leads Bei YuYao to the first‑floor Da Men.

Footsteps echo overhead; Lin Feng knows the kidnappers are by a window upstairs, perhaps pointing a gun down.

Unfortunately none of the three cars have keys; otherwise they could drive out.

But the cars have remote‑controlled bombs installed, so that would be disastrous!

If I were a kidnapper, I'd definitely do that to avoid trouble, hostage or police stealing the car and escaping…

Lin Feng shakes his head, pulling his stray thoughts back on track.

"You hide behind the wall first; I'll charge out, and when I tell you to run, you sprint out. Got it?"

Looking at the pile of waste bricks at the doorway, Lin Feng advises.

"Mm!"

Bei YuYao nods.

Lin Feng takes a deep breath and darts forward in a single stride.

Then he rolls on the ground.

"Bang bang bang…"

Gunfire erupts from upstairs.

Unfortunately it doesn't hit Lin Feng.

Lin Feng rolls behind the brick pile, raises his gun and fires.

A kidnapper who was shooting downwards tilts his body, hanging on the second‑floor window.

The bullet blows off his skull.

Damn, six left!

Lin Feng counts the numbers in his mind when a thing is thrown down from the second floor.

It's a hand grenade, hurling toward the brick pile.

"Bang~"

Lin Feng fires a shot.

The grenade is deflected by the bullet and explodes in midair.

Though he dodged quickly, a steel ball still strikes Lin Feng's left shoulder.

The left shoulder goes numb, then a sharp pain spreads.

Lin Feng endures the pain and uses the chance to change his magazine.

"Run!"

Lin Feng shouts loudly.

He can't linger; he's out now, and if the kidnappers seize the chance to go down, Bei YuYao on the first floor will be in danger.

Lin Feng hasn't undergone professional military training, so he doesn't understand these things.

Hearing Lin Feng's voice, Bei YuYao grits her teeth and rushes out.

Lin Feng fires repeatedly.

Soon, Bei YuYao's figure disappears into the darkness.

Lin Feng sighs, points his gun upward, and steps back quickly.

At this moment he doesn't know that the kidnappers upstairs are already scared.

They are eleven in total; now they're dead, the boss is seriously wounded, and his wound keeps bleeding.

A kidnapper was stitching the boss's wound.

The remaining four were at a loss, none daring to show their heads by the window.

They had never encountered a master like Lin Feng before.

As soon as they showed their heads, they'd get shot in the head; even the crack marksmen of special forces didn't have such gun technique.

"That guy ran off with Miss Bei, boss, what do we do?"

A kidnapper asked.

The wounded boss had already taken off his hood, revealing a short-haired middle-aged man with a large scar on his left cheek, as if left from a burn.

This man was precisely Xu Beicang, whom Bei Yi had spoken of.

Xu Beicang had lost a lot of blood, his lips turned pale, and from the intense pain, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Xu Beicang gritted his teeth and said: "Let them go! As long as the green hills remain, we need not fear lack of firewood; retreat immediately!"