Chapter 1844: Chapter 1878: The Eccentric Strikes, Blood Spilled Within Five Steps!
"Don’t let him escape! Block all the roads!" The tough guy quickly led his men to pursue them towards the airport.
Instantly, chaos erupted throughout the airport, and everyone was thrown into a panic. After all, with a person dead on the scene, who wouldn’t be scared?
"Don’t let him harm those innocent people!" Su Ni shouted loudly. Now, in order to capture this Indian freak, the higher-ups demanded success at minimal cost, but with Su Ni’s personality, of course she’s willing to vouch for it. Unfortunately, now that people are already dead on site, that guarantee is worthless.
"Bang bang bang!"
Gunshots constantly rang from above the airport, and all the stranded passengers in the airport were frightened to varying degrees. Despite this, the thing Su Ni was most unwilling to have happened indeed occurred.
The Indian freak, in order to avoid being shot, grabbed any hostage near him to shield himself, thus causing multiple people to be harmed by the International Criminal Police.
"This is bad. This is bad. We must prevent any civilian casualties!"
Su Ni trembled with anger. That damn International Criminal Police, only caring about completing their tasks, could not care less about lives. Clearly, they view others as expendable!
"Have everyone immediately evacuate the airport! Do not linger here to prevent accidents from happening!"
Su Ni now focused all her energy on airport personnel safety. Her biggest fear was that those International Criminal Police would use bad methods that would easily ruin the entire airport...
Quickly, Su Ni followed the International Criminal Police to the airport’s top level. However, the Indian freak seemed to be more nimble than a spirit cat, easily evading capture by the numerous police.
Upon reaching the top level, all the police immediately lost track of the freak, unable to find his hiding place.
"Find him! I don’t care if you have to turn this place upside down, find that guy for me!"
The tough guy shouted loudly, using a white cloth to cover his left ear, which had been cut by sharp glass until only a layer of skin remained, leaving his entire ear ready to fall off at any moment.
Furious to the point of rolling his eyes, he wished he could level the entire airport!
The top level of the airport was a mechanical room, storing a large number of massive mechanisms, mostly airplane equipment, as well as many parts and components.
The gloomy and dark mechanical room, without lighting, was spacious and silent. Many of it comprised of large cardboard boxes, but even if they were just cardboard boxes, no one dared to open them and search.
Because there were many airport ventilation ducts, hitting any pipe accidentally might mean you wouldn’t even know how you’d die.
"Damn it! Others build mechanical warehouses underground, but this airport instead built it on the top. Why are they storing so much junk in here?"
A policeman in a suit covered his nose with a white silk handkerchief. Without sunlight penetrating for years, a strong smell of acid permeated, and god knows what substances were here and if they could get into the lungs?
"Don’t worry about it for now. Everyone, be on high alert because I want that Indian guy in our hands! To avenge our fallen brothers!"
The tough guy shouted angrily while clutching his ear. Over thirty people had pistols in hand, stepping into the mechanical warehouse, yet as they ventured further, they grew more alarmed!
"Everyone, holster your guns! Absolutely no shooting in this damned place." On spotting potential issues, the tough guy spoke again.
"Clatter... Clatter..." Without hesitation, everyone, almost instinctively, swiftly holstered their guns.
Then, they dispersed to search different areas of the mechanical warehouse for the Indian freak.
"Thud thud thud... Thud thud thud..."
The tough guy sneaked ahead with two subordinates, while above them, a large ventilation pipe occasionally emitted strange noises, disturbing their mood.
Because that large ventilation pipe could definitely hide a person!
"Damn it! Don’t let me catch you, or I’ll make you regret it!"
Someone cursed.
"Wait a moment! I found a suspicious box!"
Just then, someone up ahead noticed a box sway slightly, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
"Boss, that box swayed just now. I suspect that guy is hiding inside!"
The tough guy stepped forward cautiously. However, the box was not large; how could it possibly hide a person standing 1.8 meters tall?
"Surround it," the tough guy decided to play it safe, signaling his subordinates to slowly approach the box.
Seven or eight policemen in suits stepped forward, one appointed to open the box despite knowing it couldn’t hide a person.
The key thing about being appointed to open the box made his heart race, fear reaching his throat, worried that the guy was inside...
"Gulp~"
The man nervously swallowed, hands shaking as they reached for the box, then began to open a seam slowly. As the gap opened, suddenly, a hand reached out from the box, grabbing the officer’s neck and pulling him inside.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
The cop flailed his limbs wildly, letting out desperate cries. No matter how he resisted or struggled, he couldn’t break free from the other party’s grip.
"Let him go!"
"Let him go!"
"Let him go! Or we’ll shoot!"
"Stop!"
"..."
All the surrounding officers drew their pistols pointing at the box, but no matter how much they yelled, the person inside ignored them. Until they heard a crisp sound of bones cracking, everyone’s heart seemed ready to explode.
"Whoosh!"
At that moment, the box suddenly burst open, a fierce energy pushing everyone back, revealing a man dressed in dusty gray with a full beard who charged out.
"Bang!"
Someone immediately fired, but the opponent was too quick, swiftly stepping forward to grab the shooter’s wrist.
"Click," was heard.
The wrist snapped, the sound of a clear cracking resonating in everyone’s ears!
The tough guy had no time to react when the Indian freak quickly closed in, eyes filled with violence, delivering a heavy punch to the tough guy’s abdomen, sending him flying into a large piece of machinery, teeth gritted in pain.
Next, the Indian freak moved swiftly like the wind, weaving among the crowd. His tall, slender limbs appeared particularly long; grabbing one person’s head, he squeezed firmly. With a crunch, he instantly squeezed the suit guy’s head into a pulp.
"Boom!"
Three more simultaneously got struck, sent flying dozens of meters into large machinery, pain almost bringing them to tears.
