195: Praise Our Military Triumph (3)

Praise Our Military Triumph (3)

"Red Scorpion, where are you trying to hide?" After all the targets were cleared, someone suddenly appeared with a gun aiming at a cabinet. A cold voice as calm as a pool of stagnant water spoke out. "Come out, Red Scorpion!"1

Behind the cabinet, Red Scorpion hid quietly with his hand tightly covering his student's mouth.

He stood still as if there was no one hiding behind.

The person speaking had an unwavering cold look in his eyes. Two shots were fired at the cabinet without giving Red Scorpion any chance to think. "My patience is limited, Red Scorpion. Do not challenge it."

It was the voice of K7. His face was thin and his skin looked pathologically pale as if it was never exposed to sunlight. He stared at the iron cabinet with his black, bright and sharp eyes which contained an indifferent yet murderous look.

Some sounds of movement came from behind the cabinet as Red Scorpion stepped out with his student. When he clearly saw the person standing in front of him, his eyes constricted. "It's you!"

K7 was Nick's weapon expert!

After recognizing who he was, Red Scorpion pushed his gun harder against his student's head. He stared coldly at K7 and asked, "Who are you?"

"No matter how many hostages you hold, you will not get out of this alive." K7 ignored his question, lightly loading the trigger. As for K7, Red Scorpion was nothing but a dead body already. "Don't implicate others before you die."

Surprisingly, K7's standard American English was spoken much more elegantly than Chinese. "Let go of the student, the rest is up to you."

Red Scorpion let out a scornful laughter in return and pushed the gun against the student's head even harder that the gun hole left a blue, half-crescent mark under the boy's temple. "Do you know who he is? He is the son of an important figure. Hahaha. Call him now and see if he wants his son back alive or dead."

K7 slightly frowned upon hearing Red Scorpion's words, making his thin and delicate face look even colder. "The hostage is the son of an important figure. They've concealed the identity of the Vietnamese student."

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"Damn it, I knew we couldn't count on those bastards." G3 sneered, and said to K7, "he has the hostage, stay calm for now. Wait for us to come over."

K7 stared at Red Scorpion without a blink and aimed at the center of Red Scorpion's forehead. "No, clean up the weapons outside. Leave this to me, I will take care of it."

Inside this room where Nick first negotiated with Red Scorpion, the confrontation became increasingly tense from the boy's frightened eyes. Time ticked away; about five minutes later, K7 confirmed the hostage's identity.

His brows frowned to make it seem like a difficult situation when in fact, behind his tightened looks, he was rather relaxed.

Since the ventilation in each room was connected, Ye Jian remained in the vent and under Xia Jinyuan's instruction, she gently moved her body and entered an air conditioner vent so narrow that only her small body could pass through.

"Continue forward, Ye Jian. Do not turn back, I will be waiting for you in front." Ye Jian listened to Xia Jinyuan's deep voice with a cold and persistent look as he slowly and steadily spoke out each word.

His voice was like a light which could penetrate through darkness and pierce through shade. It brought her warmth, strength and encouragement like it always had.

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