The security guard struggled twice before completely blacking out. Through the reflection on the wall, Zhang Wei immediately pinpointed the location of the last person holding a gun. Without a second thought, he picked up the security guard, angled his body slightly to shield himself, and then kicked him heavily forward.
In Sanda, the most powerful move is the front snap kick.
The security guard, weighing over a hundred pounds, was sent flying airborne by Zhang Wei's kick, hurtling towards the last enemy.
That person's reaction was decent; he quickly retreated two steps to dodge the incoming human sandbag.
Zhang Wei was waiting for just such an opportunity. That scoundrel's gun barrel had been pointing at the door frame, so he dared not risk going out easily. He saw in the wall's reflection that the hands holding the gun had changed direction because he was dodging the person.
How could he miss such a golden opportunity? Before the security guard, who had been kicked away, even landed, Zhang Wei's calf muscles exerted force, his heel pressing down on the ground slightly, and his entire body rushed out right behind the security guard.
The person holding the gun only felt a sudden darkness before a chill spread from his neck. He extended his gun-wielding hand towards Zhang Wei, but it went limp halfway, "You..."
"Didn't you ever hear a saying, 'Within seven steps, the blade is faster'?"
Zhang Wei looked at the surgical knife in his hand, which killed without shedding blood.
He exclaimed, "Good knife!"
Suddenly, his back went numb, and he flicked the knife out with a backhand.
Pfft, the sound of flesh being pierced rang out.
Another armed security guard finally pushed away the human shield that had fallen on him. Seeing Zhang Wei take down three people in a row, he raised his gun to shoot.
The gun was only halfway up when a gleaming surgical knife plunged into his neck. The man's eyes widened, and by reflex, he reached for his neck, his eyes bulging, an expression of disbelief on his face.
With the two biggest threats neutralized, Zhang Wei's body relaxed, his hairs stood on end, and a cold sweat broke out all over him.
Just now, when he erupted in killing, he had expended almost all his energy in an instant. Only now did he feel a hint of lingering fear. Two guns! If he had been even slightly careless, he would have had to play a sad song for himself, and his friends and family could have happily attended his funeral.
As this cold sweat appeared, Zhang Wei felt a sense of exhaustion, his limbs weak, and he leaned against the wall.
The two security guards who had been knocked down now climbed up, cursing, and picked up their clubs, ready to beat Zhang Wei. But when they saw the scene, they were instantly dumbfounded.
The two armed security guards were already stone-cold dead, the security guard with the steel fork lay on the ground, his life unknown, and the other security guard stabbed by Zhang Wei was no better off, with a large section of his chest caved in and blood foam flowing from his mouth. These two immediately cowered and turned to run.
Hmph, Zhang Wei sneered, bent down, picked up the pistol from the ground, and fired two shots in quick succession.
When he was in college, he had participated in live-fire training during military drills, scoring over forty rings with five bullets. At such close range, there was no reason he would miss.
The two men had only run two steps when their bodies stiffened and they fell to the ground. They weren't quite dead yet and struggled to crawl forward on the ground.
Seeing that he had finally taken down everyone on the scene, Zhang Wei felt a little relieved. Then he started to search these people.
If he killed people without searching their bodies, wouldn't it be a wasted effort?
The two pistols, he didn't know their models, but their power seemed decent, and both magazines were full of bullets. The few wallets contained no identification, only a few bank cards and a few thousand yuan; everything else was useless.
Pah, a bunch of paupers, Zhang Wei spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground. The scene before him was bloody, yet he felt no discomfort. Although it was his first time killing, he felt no panic at all.
Damn, am I a pervert? Zhang Wei pondered.
Pervert or not, Zhang Wei's ears twitched. Amidst the piercing police sirens, he heard a series of footsteps. Damn it, without thinking, he grabbed the spoils from the ground and ran.
The hallway was stark white, similar to a school dormitory. In a few steps, he reached the stairwell. Zhang Wei looked at a small window above the stairs; he seemed to be on the fifth or sixth floor.
The footsteps from downstairs grew more intense. Looking down through the gaps in the stairs, he saw a group of people in emerald green uniforms, holding AKs, rushing up the stairs.
What the hell, where am I? How do these people even have machine guns? Are domestic criminals this heavily armed now? Looking at the small pistol in his hand, Zhang Wei very wisely chose to turn and run.
Three steps at a time, he covered a floor in a few strides. Just as he turned a corner, he collided head-on with a burly security guard holding a club.
"Stop, what are you doing?"
The security guard shouted.
"I'm doing your mother."
Zhang Wei's eyes gleamed fiercely. The security guard, without a word, raised his club to strike.
Heh heh, Zhang Wei parried the club with one hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, and delivered One Punch.
Black Tiger Digging Heart.
Pfft, the security guard didn't expect Zhang Wei to be so fierce and was hit in the chest by One Punch.
Zhang Wei heard a dull thud from his chest. The security guard's face instantly paled, then blood rushed to his face, turning it crimson. He staggered back two steps, unable to speak, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, collapsing on the spot and kicking the bucket.
That One Punch had directly ruptured his heart.
The footsteps from downstairs grew closer. Zhang Wei didn't dare to delay and ran into the hallway, pushing open a random room.
Damn, what's going on?
Zhang Wei had a bewildered look on his face.
This was a room that looked like an office area, with dozens of men and women inside. Some were typing on computers, others were on the phone. His hearing was excellent; amidst the room's noise, he heard voices saying, "I'm a customer service representative from Mobao," "I'm from Modong something or other."
When Zhang Wei pushed open the door, the room instantly fell silent. Dozens of people simultaneously turned their heads to look at him. What the heck, what kind of customer service? They were actually wearing handcuffs at work?
He immediately noticed that everyone here had one hand handcuffed to the desk with gleaming handcuffs.
On a nearby sofa, two tall, burly men saw Zhang Wei and immediately stood up, roaring, "Who are you?"
These two burly men had round heads, large ears, and faces full of rough flesh, with arms covered in tattoos. They clearly weren't good people. Seeing Zhang Wei, they immediately reached for their waists without a word.
Pulling out guns? Zhang Wei saw their bulging waists and didn't waste any words with them, raising his hand and firing two shots.
The distance from the door to the sofa was only seven or eight steps. Zhang Wei's killing intent was strong now. Two shots struck the centers of their foreheads. Two bloody holes immediately appeared on their heads, their eyes wide, and they fell onto the sofa with expressions of disbelief.
With these two dead, the room instantly erupted in screams.
Damn it, Zhang Wei cursed under his breath, turned, and ran.
The gunshots alarmed the entire floor. A nearby room was opened, and another fat-headed, big-eared, tattooed burly man emerged, holding a gun.
Go to hell, Zhang Wei fired a shot as soon as he saw him. The man let out a miserable shriek and died on the spot.
Damn, where exactly is this place? Zhang Wei admitted that he was starting to feel a little panicked now.
