329: Chapter 127: Is This Your Spring Festival Gala?
329: Chapter 127: Is This Your Spring Festival Gala?
Two bullets, two people’s heads burst on the spot, their skull fragments mixed with brain matter splattering on the wall, sending the scene into instant chaos as guests and schoolgirls screamed and fled in all directions.
In those days, there was no standard safety education, so they didn’t know that lying on the ground during a shooting could maximize their chances of avoiding injury.
Shoot, I unconsciously aimed for the head by accident.
I won’t get reported for cheating, will I?
Wang Yunxiao thought carefully and, confident there was nothing that gave him away, immediately put his mind at ease.
There were a fair number of people wearing his outfit in Tianmen, especially tonight…
To put it bluntly, with the chaotic laws of this world, it’s difficult to tell whether you’re seeing the person themselves or even if they’re from the same point in time.
Go ahead and investigate, but you’ll go bald before you find anything out.
As someone directly involved, Wang Yunxiao had firsthand experience with this.
Not everyone wearing his getup would be a police officer, but they were all certainly from the Official Residence.
After all, this wasn’t some fashionable trend, and it wasn’t even comfortable to wear; the choice to wear this gear was purely out of practical necessity.
Warmth, water-resistance, poison protection, demon resistance…
All these features were combined to address various demons, evil spirits, and special conditions from the Outer Dimension.
Another very important reason was to save money.
Creating a new set of clothes with similar functionalities now would cost an unknown fortune.
Whereas, the Brocade-Clothed Guard’s stock from the Former Dynasty was basically handled as depreciated wholesale merchandise.
When the Special Service Bureau pulled Wang Yunxiao in to fill the ranks last time, he noticed that not only his squad but other temporary squads were all wearing the same gear, with very few exceptions.
Take Han Bin’s squad, for example.
Those strapping young lads roamed around the hospital in vests and boxers, and if not for the constraints of social morality, these martial artists would probably not even bother with the vests.
Their bodies could take on anything.
Any discerning person could understand the value of this gear, like that boss just now, who was very observant.
But there were also those who were blind to it.
If someone tells you to shoot, you shoot; what are you, a bodyguard or a hitman?
Could anyone willing to shoot at People of Official Residence without a second thought be a good person?
The deterrent power of a handgun is far greater than its actual lethality.
Apart from movie protagonists mowing down enemies with a handgun, no one in actual history fought with just a handgun.
Wang Yunxiao didn’t originally take out his gun to kill anyone.
But there were always those blind to reality, who develop an inexplicable sense of superiority the moment they see you with a knife and themselves with a gun.
Firing on a whim, only to be instantly counter-killed!
Dying worthless.
Old Third Ding was thrown down from the upper floor, now lying in the street clutching his leg and howling.
Wang Yunxiao stood up, swept his gun around, and the scene fell silent.
Even the person who was shouting about beating him to death had quieted down, hiding behind a woman, wishing he could shrink into her pants.
So what’s the source of your inexplicable sense of superiority?
Did a couple of drinks make you forget your own name?
In this world where demons and monsters are real, you dare to go around shouting about fighting and killing just because you have a small handgun; on what basis?
Do you think you’re some second-tier powerhouse from a prestigious family, seeing the other as a first-tier fighter and feeling superior?
After failing to kill and silence someone, you then start calling for your third-tier uncle, fourth-tier elder, fifth-tier ancestor, sixth-tier prodigy…
Wang Yunxiao had no intention of dealing with these fools; he was here to trouble Third Master Ding.
Tonight he just wanted a fight; whom it was with didn’t matter, and cowards who didn’t dare fight were even less important to him.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard a woman’s voice from behind him, “Officer, save me!”
Wang Yunxiao stopped in his tracks and glanced back.
The little girl, previously adorned in a school uniform and obscenely fondled in someone’s embrace and shoved forward as a human shield, was tearfully looking at him while pleading, “Officer, save me, please, we’re all being forced!”
Boss Cui’s face turned green.
Just as this big shot was about to leave, these little bitches dare to pull the wool over my eyes?
For years I’ve provided for you, fed you, clothed you, not expecting you to be grateful but at least don’t screw me over!
Seeing Wang Yunxiao turn around and head back, he quickly got to his feet, took out a Little Yellow Fish from his pocket, and with a forced smile said, “Officer!
Officer!
This is all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding, you’ve come all this way, please have a cup of tea first…”
Wang Yunxiao pointed his gun at his face, “Get lost!”
Killing those two guys could be claimed as self-defense, but taking your money would muddy the waters.
Originally, he thought this place wasn’t exactly clean and wouldn’t likely report to the police voluntarily; and even if they did, they might not tell the truth.
After all, such matters…
men can understand.
No matter the policies above, practical needs have to be met.
And now you’re telling me this isn’t some uniform play, and you’re actually serious?
Wang Yunxiao walked over to the pleading girl, took out a notebook and pen: “What’s your name?
Which school are you from?
Where do you live…”
He had just asked the third question when a line of text appeared on the notebook.
“Faceless Ones detected, distance 4…”
Oh, for the love of…
Blood pressure shot to Wang Yunxiao’s head, and his muscles instantly tensed.
Who?
This place is pretty deep, huh?
I just came to find Old Third Ding, and you treat this like a New Year’s Gala?
Keep bringing up acts one after the other?
A distance of 4 meant that it was not within a four-meter radius centered on himself.
Although the notebook’s detection capability did not indicate a specific direction, it was still very precise in displaying distance.
Wang Yunxiao had followed the paper man all the way here, relying on the detection capability of the notebook.
Although there’s no specific direction, as long as there’s a distance, it’s manageable.
Professional gunners can estimate distances with their thumbs.
“I’m Liu Xiaohui, from Tianmen City No.2 Middle School…”
“Mhm, and are these all your classmates?”
Wang Yunxiao unnoticeably walked around with his notebook while asking questions.
“Distance 3…”
“Distance 5…”
“They’re all my classmates, we don’t want to entertain guests, officer…”
Liu Xiaohui didn’t even finish her sentence, when she saw this officer, who killed as easily as if slaughtering chickens, move to the side and suddenly raise his gun to the back of a customer’s head.
But that customer didn’t just sit there waiting to be shot.
The moment he raised the gun, the customer sprang from his seat.
The clothes on his body changed color instantly, his facial features twisted into a strange face, and everything his hands and feet touched began to change rapidly.
In a flash, the world turned upside down, and all was thrown into chaos!