Mu Junze was already a bit delirious. He closed his eyes, ready to take this palm strike head - on.
But suddenly there was a gunshot, and the palm didn't land on him. Mu Junze was puzzled. He opened his eyes and saw the man crouching right in front of him, his right hand pressed against his chest.
Immediately afterwards, there came the shouts of the police from behind: "You're surrounded. Put down your weapon and surrender immediately!"
It turned out that after the traffic policeman was stabbed by the killer, his strong willpower had supported him. He managed to struggle to take out his walkie - talkie and report the situation.
"The location is in front of the Meng Group's building square. The suspect is dressed in a food - delivery rider's outfit and is armed. Request... request backup."
After reporting the situation, he finally couldn't hold on anymore. He leaned against the motorcycle beside him and passed out.
In no time, the police from the station and those on nearby patrol rushed here.
Finally, at the last moment, they arrived at the crime scene. Just as they saw the killer raising his hand to strike Mu Junze, they quickly drew their guns and shot him in the wrist.
Mu Junze was quite excited to see the police coming.
The situation has finally reversed, he thought to himself.
The man was now crouching on the ground, covering the wound on his hand with his chest. Listening to the warnings from behind, his mind was filled with a thousand thoughts...
He had been an orphan since childhood. After his parents illegally immigrated abroad, they died unexpectedly on the street. From then on, he began a life of vagrancy.
Later, because the killer organization needed to train new killers, he was taken away for centralized training.
From academic knowledge, to killing techniques, to crazy physical training, and even actual combat drills where he had to kill with his own hands, he endured it all.
Finally, came the most difficult mental training.
He had to face his roommates and brothers who had grown up with him for many years, and only one of them could survive.
In the end, he was the only one left alive.
From then on, his personality changed completely. He no longer had a shred of emotion and became a killing machine that took money to eliminate enemies.
A killer without emotions is terrifying.
Not long after he started his career, he entered the killer rankings and then soared all the way up. In just a few years, he quickly grew into a well - known killer.
As his ranking rose, so did his commission and fame.
More and more people came to him, the price got higher and higher, and he killed more and more people.
Slowly, killing no longer caused the slightest stir in his heart.
He started to feel bored and tried every means to kill his targets in different ways.
Sometimes he would tie up the target, cut open the blood vessels to let the blood out, and then sit beside the target to chat, or look at the photos of the target's family, or even have a meal with the target.
Sometimes, he would let the target go, then hide behind the window. After the target met someone reliable, he would shoot the target dead with one or several shots.
This pure despair and the despair after seeing hope could give him a bit of pleasure.
Maybe today is really my end, he thought. Thinking about all the experiences and accidents today, it seemed as if they were all hinting that today was not a good day for action.
But he just wanted to act today.
"Maybe this is fate," he murmured to himself.
The warning sounds from behind continued, but he ignored them. Instead, he slowly stood up.
"I'm warning you one more time. Stop resisting!"
He continued to stand up and raised his hand to strike at the left hand that was being held by Mu Junze.
The knife in his left hand had already been let go, and since Mu Junze had lost too much blood and had no strength to resist, with this strike, Mu Junze's hand that was holding him was shaken off.
After his hands were freed, he turned around and raised his hands above his head.
But he wasn't going to surrender. Instead, he gave the police a thumbs - up, then turned his wrist and waved it down forcefully.
This full - blown sense of provocation might be the last pleasure in his life.
Immediately, he unzipped his clothes and revealed a suit of bombs inside.
The bombs were makeshift. Usually, during an operation, he would wear them in case he was captured so that he could perish together with others.
The power of the bombs wasn't very great. They were just a few hydrogen canisters, but there were steel nails tied all around them. Once they exploded, the sputtering power would be extremely terrifying.
By now, he was convinced that he was going to die today, so he showed this trump card.
This was the first lesson he learned when he became a killer.
Even if the mission was going to fail, he had to perish together with others.
"Rather be a shattered jade than an intact tile," he silently recited the words he had learned back then, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
But no one saw his smile. He was wearing a wind - proof mask, and no one would even know what he looked like.
He quickly started the switch on his body and was ready. Now he could...
"Bang!"
There was another gunshot.
He saw his vision turn red, and his body fell uncontrollably.
The red gradually deepened until it covered all the colors, and finally turned black.
Did the world disappear, or did he disappear...
This was his last question.
This shot hit him right between the eyebrows and killed him instantly.
From today on, there was one less person on the killer rankings...
Mu Junze heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the killer being shot dead. Then, due to excessive blood loss, he fainted.
At the hospital, Meng Nianchu was accompanying her father while he was resting.
After seeing Aunt Sun, Father Meng had been very excited. He kept making noises and winking at Meng Nianchu, and using body language, as if he had something to say.
Meng Nianchu could sense that there must be something wrong with Aunt Sun, but her father couldn't speak yet, so the truth would have to wait.
Moreover, Mu Junze had gone to investigate the situation, and there should be news soon.
The doctor had come several times. Seeing that Father Meng's condition still hadn't improved, he shook his head helplessly.
Actually, he was more puzzled. Logically, the medicine had been prescribed in the correct dosage. Why wasn't it effective?
After the doctor checked, he gave Meng Nianchu a few instructions, telling her to let Father Meng rest well, drink more water, and take the medicine on time. If there was any situation, notify them immediately.
After saying that, the doctor left.
After Meng Nianchu accompanied her father to have lunch, they chatted for a while. She told her father about the recent events and news. Father Meng fell asleep while listening.
After seeing her father fall asleep, Meng Nianchu stretched and got up to walk around.
Being pregnant didn't feel very comfortable. She either ate too much or felt listless.
After a little activity, she also leaned against the nearby bed and took a short nap.
Suddenly, Meng Nianchu's phone rang, waking both of them up.
Seeing that it was Mu Junze's call, Meng Nianchu quickly answered it.
"Junze, how's it going?"
But on the other end of the phone came the voice of a strange man. He sounded out of breath and extremely anxious.
"Are you Miss Meng? Mr. Mu and your mother were attacked. They're seriously injured and have been sent to the hospital!"
Hearing this news, Meng Nianchu felt a sudden dizziness and almost fainted.