Chapter 255 – Kill
Pang Xinting noticed Tu Ran’s approach and desperately squeezed closer to Pang Shixi.
He knew that there were powerful protectors around Pang Shixi, and if he squeezed in, he would be safe.
However, with Pang Shixi’s son, daughter, and wife nearby, there was no room for him to push his way in; they all pushed him away.
In the midst of the chaos, he clutched the suit and tie of Pang Shixi, refusing to let go no matter how he was shoved.
He had completely forgotten that he still relied on Pang Shixi for his promotion to the Minister of the Executive Department.
Right now, surviving was the priority; nothing else mattered.
Pang Shixi, who was being pulled backward by Pang Xinting, yanked at his tie, his face turning red. “… Let go… don’t pull my tie…”
He was almost suffocating.
Tu Ran coldly observed the ridiculousness of the group, unable to believe that such a clownish bunch were the rulers of the world.
She quickly improvised, using her toes to hook a discarded submachine gun from the ground, kicking it up into her hands, and swinging it at the head of the nearest bodyguard.
The bodyguard was knocked out instantly, collapsing to the ground with blood streaming from his head.
Tu Ran didn’t spare him a second glance and swung at another head.
She was powerful; almost no one she touched could remain standing.
The bodyguards fell one after another, like cut stalks of rice.
…
On the third floor, the members of the Field Operations Group 9, witnessing this scene, simultaneously recalled their past experiences.
Not long ago, they were the ones who had been helplessly beaten by Tu Ran wielding a sniper rifle.
The bodyguards protecting Pang Shixi were all carefully selected in the early stages and trained with a hefty investment later on; they were not supposed to be so weak and fragile.
Unfortunately, the scene was too chaotic. They had to defend against the alien; as soon as the alien approached, they needed to draw it away. At the same time, Tu Ran barged in, forcibly tearing a gap in their encirclement and indiscriminately attacking everyone like a madwoman.
They couldn’t open fire, as the situation was too chaotic, and they would only hit their own people. Handguns were useless at this moment, leaving them with no choice but to fight Tu Ran in close quarters.
But Tu Ran wielded a long submachine gun, making it difficult for anyone to get close to her. The heavy gun felt as light as a feather in her hands, yet it could unleash the killing power of an eighteen-pound machete.
As Tu Ran swung the submachine gun closer to Pang Shixi, she remained vigilant of her surroundings. Her target was no longer Pang Xinting, just a mere deputy minister of the Executive Department; she could find another opportunity to kill him later. What mattered now was finding the person hidden behind the scenes.
Pang Shixi must know what that person looked like.
Once she accessed his memories and saw the person’s appearance, she could instruct Zero to use the facial recognition system to search the entire Wanle Temple.
She was now very close to Pang Shixi.
Tu Ran quickened her pace, the battered submachine gun reduced to a mere stick as she swiftly took down three people between her and Pang Shixi.
Noticing that Tu Ran’s target was not him, Pang Xinting quickly released Pang Shixi’s tie and squeezed through a gap in the crowd, making his escape from the Wanle Temple.
Meanwhile, Pang Shixi, still trapped among the crowd, watched helplessly as Tu Ran drew closer, unable to stop any of the bodyguards he had paid so much to train. Unable to contain himself, he shouted, “Zeng Jing, save—”
Tu Ran grabbed his tie, and Pang Shixi’s unfinished words were lodged in his throat.
Tu Ran was much stronger than Pang Xinting. She yanked on the tie, pulling Pang Shixi closer to her, while her other hand grasped the back of his neck.
It was as if a magical hand had seized Pang Shixi’s fate.
“Who is Zeng Jing? Where is she now?”
As she asked, related memories flooded into her mind.
At that moment, Pang Shixi had no idea where Zeng Jing was hiding, but her appearance vividly surfaced in Tu Ran’s mind.
Once the information was received, Tu Ran suddenly tightened her grip, and with a “crack,” Pang Shixi’s neck snapped.
Tu Ran dashed out of the crowd and took cover behind a pillar. “Female, black long straight hair, twenty years old, with a mole at the corner of her eye…”
As she described her, numerous figures on the visor were gradually eliminated, narrowing down the list of suspects.
Then, upon seeing a particular face, Tu Ran called out, “That’s her! Where is she now?”
“On the fourth floor,” Zero sent her the real-time surveillance feed.
The other party had not anticipated that she could access the surveillance and hadn’t deliberately avoided it. At that moment, she was half-leaning against the wall, clutching her chest, with a pool of blood in front of her. Blood was smeared at the corner of her lips, and she occasionally peered out to look around.
Tu Ran burst out from behind the hiding pillar, and at that instant, countless gunshots rang out, all aimed at her exit point.
Unfortunately, none of the shots hit.
“Damn it!” Zhou Ming, lying on the third-floor ground, slammed his fist against the floor. It was so close—just a little closer.
Tu Ran had already dashed into the hallway, her figure vanishing from everyone’s line of sight.
Some turned to attack the alien, while others armed themselves to block her at the hallway entrance.
Zhou Ming picked up the sniper rifle, ready to follow, when Ye Qingcai’s voice suddenly came through the earpiece. “Everyone, focus on the alien.”
“Why aren’t we going after Tu Ran?! We’re closer to her!” Zhou Ming protested, but just then, he saw a bunch of people being thrown out of the hallway, like trash, with some even tossed directly from the third floor.
Before those on the ground could even get back up, the continuous gunfire erupted.
“Tat-tat-tat-tat…”
From his position, Zhou Ming couldn’t see Tu Ran; he could only glimpse the tip of a gun poking out.
Blood mist rose from the fallen guards. Despite being the elite of the Executive Department and battle-hardened, they stood no chance against Tu Ran and helplessly faced their demise.
Zhou Ming halted in his tracks, fully waking up to the reality.
He was not Tu Ran’s match.
Previously, she had spared him to hide her identity.
Now, she dared to kill the head of the Pang family; how could he, someone who had repeatedly provoked her, possibly walk away alive from her?
Panic set in as he leaned against the wall, afraid to make a sound, instinctively slowing and quieting his breath.
He could only pray that Tu Ran wouldn’t come to this floor; otherwise, she would see him the moment she entered.
In that instant, he had even prepared in his mind how to beg for mercy later.
He heard the sound of her gun being retracted and the footsteps fading away.
Tu Ran hadn’t come to this floor, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
Tu Ran had gone up to the fourth floor.
In the surveillance footage, Zeng Jing was leaning over the railing, looking down to search for her figure.
When she entered the hallway, Zeng Jing was clutching her chest and vomiting blood, unaware of where Tu Ran had gone.
Tu Ran lightened her footsteps and approached the pillar Zeng Jing was leaning against from behind.
As she got closer, Tu Ran spotted the corner of Zeng Jing’s garment dragging on the ground.
Tightening her grip on the submachine gun, Tu Ran sprinted forward.
Suddenly hearing footsteps nearby, Zeng Jing’s face paled, and she immediately stood up to run toward another exit.
But it was already too late.
Tu Ran swung the submachine gun and struck her in the back.
Zeng Jing fell face-first to the ground.
