Chapter 37 The Black Hawk (1/2)

Chapter 37 The Black Hawk

The shrill sirens stopped close to 7th Street, maintaining their distance from the big entrance.

A police bullhorn blared through the air.

“To all the criminals inside, you’re already surrounded. Your only option is to lay down your arms and surrender yourselves.”

“The police are here.” Meng Xue whispered to Zhao Lingjun, her spirits lifted slightly.

However, Zhao Lingjun just tugged her hand and told her not to do anything reckless. He maneuvered his body to s.h.i.+eld her from the robbers.

He didn’t want her to see the devastating state the four women were in. If he had not undergone tempering previously in the sewers, Zhao Lingjun would have already puked his guts out the instant he saw the four corpses in front of the fat man.

Furthermore, the reason why he told her not to do anything reckless was because he had a vague intuition that something wasn’t quite right.

When Zhao Lingjun had glanced over at the robbers, he had noticed that there wasn’t the slightest hint of panic on their faces, but rather a shadow of excitement.

“So old school.” Zhao Lingjun heard the tall guy who was in the middle of the men and women say. “Why do cops everywhere shout the same old thing every time.”

“Heihei.” The fat man at this moment had counted to five, and stopped to laugh as he heard his accomplice’s comment. He then looked at his watch, nodded towards the tall and short guys, and said, “The police here can already be considered not that bad. They’re half a minute earlier than those from our previous heist. You guys go and settle it.”

“Understood.” The pair turned to give each other a look of affirmation, then carried a duffel bag with them to the entrance of 7th Street.

“Alright, let them busy themselves with that, and we shall continue our game.” A sinister smile split the fatty’s face as he looked at the unmoving group of men on their hands and knees. Completely ignoring the sordid puke covering them, and the fact their mouths were stuffed with underwear, he started the count again, “Six…”

However, when he started counting again, all the men’s attention was directed at the duo heading towards the door.

The pair’s actions were swift, and the moment they stopped near 7th Street’s gigantic iron door that was shut, another order reverberated through the police bullhorn, “Put down the weapons in your hands…”

As the fatty had counted ‘seven’, the tall and short duo had already taken out four black things from the duffel bag.

“Ah~~ Not good! Quick, retreat! Drop to the ground!”

The voice from the megaphone which was demanding their surrender suddenly became incomparably panicky.

“Those four black things couldn’t be grenades, right?” Zhao Lingjun trembled in fear as he thought of such an outcome, the tall and short duo were already beginning to strut back to the fat man’s side.

“It wasn’t grenades?” Zhao Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed the two of them leisurely walk back. But at this moment, the ground started rumbling violently.

It seemed as if the whole of 7th Street was suddenly shaking; Zhao Lingjun stumbled as he lost his balance and almost fell face first. Four tremendous rumbling sounds immediately followed, and exploded in everyone’s ears. Zhao Lingjun felt like his eardrums had been repeatedly smashed by an iron hammer. Even the loudest firecrackers he played with when he was younger didn’t even come close.

Zhao Lingjun was dazed to the point his mind was a blank slate. When he raised his head to look, all he saw was towering flames outside the plaza. The sky was ablaze, and some unknown fragments slowly floated down.

The big iron gate of 7th Street shook visibly as if something was battering against it; shaking so hard that it was visible to the eye. After which it creaked so hard that it caused people to grimace.

“Lunatics! They’re all lunatics!!” As Zhao Lingjun steadied himself, he only had such a thought in his head. “They even have explosives, and they threw them just like that.”

“Eight…”

All the men crawling on the floor were stunned; n.o.body thought that the robbers were deranged to such an extent. The fatty had even continued counting as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

When they heard him count to ‘eight’, the men who had their souls scatter from their bodies from fright suddenly became infused with vigour, and crawled towards the women lying on the floor as if their lives depended on it.