Chapter 455: Chapter 305: Wildfire Guard_2
The bearded man aimed at Al and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Al’s head was blown apart by a large lead bullet, with blood splattering on the wall behind him in a radiating pattern, like a crimson flower blooming.
"Ah!!!" Instantly, screams erupted in the conference room as the remaining officials scrambled to hide under the table, crouching there helplessly.
The bearded man left the conference room, looked at a sheriff with a face full of terror, and said indifferently, "What are you looking at? Go clean up the body."
With that, he left through the main entrance of the Public Security Bureau, carrying the heavy shotgun.
...
In the tunnels of Anmi New District, Shaya’s private car from the Fireworks Conglomerate was driving through.
Shaya sat in the back seat, her expression grave as she spoke on the phone, "Fight to the end? Are you kidding me? Have you seen the news? Zhao Yiming has already gone to the Edge Mansion!"
"How would I know what magic Su Mo used to invite such a big shot! All I know is Zhao Yiming has been in the Edge Mansion for two hours without coming out!"
"Two hours! The only time I spoke with Zhao Yiming, he only gave me three minutes! This time he gave Su Mo two hours, do you know what that implies?!"
"...Don’t give me that nonsense, I don’t want to perish with you! I’m going to the Edge Mansion right now to explain the situation to Su Mo and Zhao Yiming; Mammon was behind those things, not me!"
She hung up the phone directly after speaking, resting her forehead against the car window, her face full of anxiety.
As she watched the continuously flashing tunnel lights outside the window, she clicked her tongue and said, "Drive faster."
The driver said cautiously, "The speed limit in the tunnel is 80, this is already the fastest."
Shaya cursed angrily, "Are you a pig?! If they tell you 80, you go 80?! Let the cameras catch us, it’s not like we can’t pay the fines!"
The driver dared not speak after being scolded and could only step on the accelerator, speeding through the tunnel.
As they sped around a bend, a figure suddenly appeared ahead.
Who could have expected a pedestrian in the tunnel? Coupled with the high speed of the car, the driver didn’t have time to hit the brakes, and the car slammed into the figure at full speed.
"Thud!!!"
The figure was sent flying, spinning wildly in the air like a kite with a broken string, finally crashing heavily to the ground.
The car also lost control during the emergency braking, skidding and leaving long black marks on the ground before coming to a crashing stop against the tunnel wall.
"Cough cough... cough..."
Smoke from the engine failure billowed into the cabin, causing both occupants to cough uncontrollably.
The driver, his face full of panic, muttered shakily, "This... this isn’t my fault... you told me to go that fast... the dashcam recorded everything!"
While the driver was eager to shirk responsibility, a bloodied hand pressed against the driver’s window.
To their surprise, outside the car stood a yellow-haired youth wearing flamboyant hip-hop style clothes, his face and body covered in blood, grinning at them, "Buddy, how are you driving? In such a rush to reincarnate?"
The driver was overjoyed, "You’re not dead? That’s great!"
Shaya, shaken and dizzy, pulled out a pen and check from her bag and casually wrote one, handing it over, "I have urgent matters, let’s settle this privately, I’ll compensate you a million."
The yellow-haired youth looked extremely delighted, accepting the check with both hands, "Oh wow! Thank you, thank you, Shaya, the wealthy lady is indeed loaded!"
Shaya froze upon hearing this and stared dumbly at the yellow-haired youth, "You know my name?"
The yellow-haired youth said nothing, just rubbing his nose, maintaining his hippy smile as he looked at her.
Shaya fixed her gaze and saw the flame-shaped badge on his arm.
"You’re... with Wildfire?" A profound fear surged in Shaya’s eyes, and her voice was distorted with panic, crying out, "Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding! Please explain to President Zhao, those things were Mammon’s doing, nothing to do with me!"
The yellow-haired youth beckoned to the driver, "Buddy, come out."
The driver immediately got out.
When Shaya also tried to get out, the yellow-haired youth laughed and used his hand to keep the door from opening.
The other side of the door was blocked by the wall, leaving her trapped inside.
She banged on the door, crying in horror, "No! Don’t do this! I’ll pay, I’ll donate all the money to Hegemony Company, okay? Just give me a way out!"
"Cough, cough." The yellow-haired youth cleared his throat.
Immediately, blazing marks appeared across his body, a scorching glow converging at his throat shining brightly.
"Whoosh—" Intense Dragon Flame spewed from his mouth, instantly flooding the cabin and engulfing Shaya.
"Ah! Ah!!!" Shaya shrieked in agony, being consumed by flames, turning into a burning figure. She tried to crawl out of the window, only to have her head pushed down by the yellow-haired youth.
Soon, her body turned pitch-black, her screams and struggles diminishing, and she was reduced to charred remains, motionless in the fire.
The yellow-haired youth rubbed his nose, and as he passed the dazed driver, he tossed the million-dollar check to him.
"Buddy, you must always follow traffic rules, don’t speed next time."
As the driver stared blankly at the check in his hand, a sudden "boom" came from behind him.
The car’s gas tank exploded, transforming into a dazzling fireworks display.
...
Municipal Center, Danhua Commercial Bank Headquarters Building.
On the rooftop hovercraft landing platform, a hovercar was ready for departure.
Chairman Huang Wenlong of Danhua Bank rushed over from the passage, his expensive suit in disarray, followed by several subordinates.
Huang Wenlong stuffed the two boxes filled with emergency cash into the car, then got into the driver’s seat, anxiously patting the seat, "Hurry! Get all the money boxes in, Wildfire people are coming!"
Huang Wenlong was lucky, being further down on Wildfire’s hit list, and had already received news of his Fools’ Association companions being picked off one by one.
And it’s proven that any money can be saved, except on security.
If you hire those old men for three or five thousand a month to guard the gate, don’t expect them to be useful in case of trouble.
Pay heavily to keep the security fed well enough; even if they don’t dare to fight in emergencies, at least they’ll think of ways to notify you, giving you some warning.
And there it was, as soon as Wildfire people entered the building, those security guards risked their lives to report the news.
His subordinates loaded all the money boxes into the back seat while Huang Wenlong maneuvered the hovercar into flight mode.
Overweight sensation surged through him, and as his vision rose, his taut nerves somewhat relaxed.
However, at that moment, he saw a figure emerging from the passage, and his heart lurched again.
It was a tall woman in tight black leather, wearing sunglasses, with long golden wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, and striking fiery red lips, hot as flames.
A flame-shaped badge adorned her arm, complementing her fiery lips with bold brilliance.
Huang Wenlong floored the accelerator, making the hovercar fly higher and faster, quickly escaping a hundred meters away.
The leather-clad woman stood at the edge of the rooftop, lowering her sunglasses slightly and watching the departing hovercar, saying, "Ah, a step late... such a shame for a good car."
After speaking, blood within her raced rapidly as crimson liquid burst from beneath her veins, concentrating at her fingertips and compressing into an extremely dense Blood Crystal aggregation.
With graceful movements akin to a flamboyant swordsman, she thrust her hand forward.
The Blood Crystal aggregation extended explosively in a sword-like shape, several meters, tens of meters, over a hundred meters—ripping through the distance to the hovercar in an instant.
"Pch!" The blood crystal-formed sword reached a hundred meters away, piercing through the cockpit, impaling Huang Wenlong inside.
The hovercar’s engine gradually ceased, losing power, suspended in air by the blood crystal sword with no motion, only showing blood continuously spurting from the human body inside the cockpit.
This top 100 global entrepreneur died in the sky like this.
With a flick of her fingers, the Blood Crystal sword began retracting, turning back into blood reabsorbed into her body, while the wound healed, restored seamlessly.
In the sky, the hovercar fell freely, crashing onto the ground with a "boom," exploding into brilliant sparks, the luxurious car body reduced to scrap metal, with fragments scattered everywhere, causing nearby pedestrians to scream.
The leather-clad woman adjusted her sunglasses, took out her phone, and reported over the call, "President Zhao, the garbage cleanup is complete."
