Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Accompanying You to Watch Fireworks
A hundred black gun barrels, in this small hall, already felt extremely oppressive, yet in comparison to the rocket launcher, they were nothing.
The enormous rocket launcher was aimed solely at Wang Yan, held by “San,” who was previously defeated by Wang Yan.
San had already been terrified by Wang Yan, so even though they had absolute advantage now, San’s finger tightly gripping the firing trigger showed no signs of relaxing.
As soon as his finger moved, the rocket launcher would fire, and in such a confined space, Wang Yan had nowhere to hide or dodge.
By then, not only Wang Yan, but the entire hall would be completely destroyed.
Seeing this, Qin Tian and the others were shocked.
Qin Tian shouted: “Fatty Pig, you’re insane, if you fire the rocket launcher, your Celestial Being will be gone too.”
Fatty Pig laughed wildly: “Just a mere Heaven and Earth, even if it’s blown to pieces I’ll rebuild it, but today I must vent my anger. Hahaha, Qin Tian, and you boy, if you don’t want to be blown to bits by the rocket, then surrender quickly.”
With Fatty Pig’s words, the surrounding hundred gunmen armed with submachine guns simultaneously shouted: “Surrender, surrender.”
This shouting echoed in the sealed hall with a “buzzing” sound, shaking the hall’s glass constantly.
Even though Qin Tian and the seven were standing outside the door, the resonant shouting made their faces change, making them feel their heart spirit was about to scatter.
It was at this moment that Qin Tian understood why Fatty Pig could take over the entire Eight Great Street in just a few months, turns out he truly had a foundation.
Not to mention anything else, just these hundred gunmen with their brand new Sterling submachine guns were far superior to those used by the Eight Great Gangs.
Each Sterling submachine gun carries a magazine of fifty bullets, with a terrifying firing rate of 100 rounds per second. In the face of Sterling submachine guns, anyone would have nowhere to hide, not even the possibility to escape.
Thinking about the hundred Sterling submachine guns aiming at Wang Yan alone, Qin Tian already felt hopeless, he spoke to Wang Yan: “Wolf King, we should retreat quickly.”
Standing in the hall, Wang Yan calmly looked at the surrounding gun barrels and smiled faintly, saying: “Qin Tian, have you forgotten what I said to you? Whoever blocks where I go shall perish! Everyone in this hall reeks of evil, hence, every person here should die. After killing them, I will rescue Tang Jingyi.”
Hearing this, Fatty Pig finally understood, the reason his two hundred men died today was that Tang Jingyi was hidden in his bedroom.
Though Fatty Pig loved women, losing two hundred brothers over a mere woman pained him greatly.
Fatty Pig said nothing, but his gut was already remorseful.
However, even though he regretted it now, there was no turning back. Fatty Pig flew into rage, he shouted, pointing at Wang Yan: “San, blow him up, blow him up until there’s not a bone left.”
San, carrying the rocket launcher, had long wanted to pull the trigger to kill Wang Yan.
Upon hearing Fatty Pig’s order, San didn’t hesitate for a moment, his index finger moved, pressing the launch button, and then the rocket’s rear burst into a long flame, shooting towards Wang Yan.
Seeing that Fatty Pig really ordered the rocket fired, Qin Tian was completely terrified, once the rocket was launched, however strong Wang Yan was, he would not survive.
Qin Tian called out in despair: “Wolf King, run!”
But just then, Wang Yan’s eyes narrowed, suddenly raised his hand, and threw out the kitchen knife he was holding.
A flash of silver light flew towards San.
The silver light was extremely fast, just as Wang Yan threw it, it was already at San’s face.
At this moment, San was fully focused on aiming at Wang Yan, firing the rocket, when he suddenly discovered a glaring light approaching him.
San was startled, hurriedly trying to see clearly what was in front of him, but when he did, the silver light was already at his eyes.
With a “puff” sound, the silver light pierced through San’s chest, penetrating through his body.
Then, everyone saw, in front of San’s chest, impaled was a kitchen knife, its blade having penetrated through San’s body, protruding from his back, but the knife handle was left in front of his chest.
However, after passing through San, the kitchen knife did not stop, it continued to fly towards, taking San with it as it flew backward.
San was knocked back a distance of three to five steps, and slammed into the wall behind him.
With a “bang,” the knife stabbed into the wall, San’s body twitched, pinned to the wall, slumping dead.
The whole process took just a blink of an eye.
At this time, it was only a second after San pressed the rocket’s switch.
One second was the time needed for the rocket to go from activation to launch.
Just as San was nailed to the wall, the rocket fired, whooshed out of the barrel.
But now, because San was nailed to the wall, his body twisted, changing the direction of the rocket’s aim.
From previously targeting Wang Yan, it now aimed at the ceiling.
The rocket roared upward, piercing through the ceiling, then flew into the sky.
Tiles and debris fell from the ceiling, covering the ground; the whole hall was suddenly filled with dust.
Fatty Pig and his men raised their heads, squinting, barely seeing through the falling dust, gazing through the ceiling hole towards the sky.
The rocket dragged a long tail flame, soaring higher and higher, flew into the endless dark night sky, with a loud boom, scattered and exploded.
A glaring light burst in the darkness, like a beautiful flame, illuminating half of Wanghai City.
At this moment, Su Yamo had just ended a night of searching for Grey Wolf, and upon returning to the police station, saw the “Flame” in the sky.
Su Yamo stomped her foot, angrily saying: “Eight Great Street! This must be Grey Wolf again.”
With that, Su Yamo rushed into the police station, shouting: “Everyone gather, follow me to Eight Great Street.”
Meanwhile, in Heaven and Earth, seeing that none of his trump cards could kill Wang Yan, Fatty Pig had gone mad.
His eyes bloodshot, he glared at Wang Yan, angrily yelled: “Fire, fire, shoot him into a sieve!”