"Qin Long, we're probably dead this time..."
As Shen Lang and Miyamoto Yukiko concluded their call, Gu Qinghan, Qin Long, Xiong Zi, and about five or six others were gathered in a villa in the capital city of Yang Country.
Gu Qinghan was covered in blood but unharmed. Qin Long and the others, however, were riddled with dozens of stab and gunshot wounds, their faces pale and their breathing shallow.
Gu Qinghan glanced at Qin Long and the others, sighed with resignation, and uttered her words.
In reality, Gu Qinghan's heart, throat, back, and waist had all been shot and slashed, but thanks to her golden armor, she remained unscathed.
However, no matter how terrifying the golden armor's defense, facing an assault from eight hundred people outside, Gu Qinghan knew she was destined to die tonight.
Gu Qinghan wasn't afraid of death itself, but she feared never seeing Shen Lang again.
"What is little brother doing at this hour? He's probably with Yu Xiao and her sisters..."
Thinking of Shen Lang, a gentle expression softened Gu Qinghan's icy features.
In her life, Gu Qinghan had only ever felt her heart flutter for one man, and that man was Shen Lang.
Her thoughts of Shen Lang led her to touch her lower abdomen, a complex emotion appearing on her face.
"Qinghan, don't worry about us. Use all your strength to break through."
Looking at Gu Qinghan, Qin Long spoke with difficulty, saying, "If you survive tonight, you'll have a chance to avenge us. If you die here, then tonight will have been in vain.
Qin Long looked at Gu Qinghan and said, "I remember Shen Lang once gave you a set of Stormy Pear Blossom Needles. This set can instantly fire dozens of poisoned needles. You can use it to break through. Go quickly."
Within the Martial Guard Department, Qin Long's special operations team and Gu Qinghan's criminal investigation division had always been at odds. In fact, Qin Long and Gu Qinghan had no real friendship.
But just now, Qin Long had shielded Gu Qinghan from many attacks. This was camaraderie between colleagues.
"Stormy Pear Blossom Needles?"
Hearing Qin Long's words, Gu Qinghan finally remembered she did possess a trump card.
However, no matter how terrifying the Stormy Pear Blossom Needles were, they couldn't instantly eliminate eight hundred people. Gu Qinghan could indeed escape amidst the enemy's chaos, but how could she abandon Qin Long and the others?
They were comrades, colleagues. While they may not have gotten along at the Martial Guard Department, that was work. She absolutely could not leave Qin Long and the others to escape alone.
Gu Qinghan could not do such a thing. If she did, not only would others look down on her, but she would also look down on herself.
"Qin Long, let's wait..."
Gu Qinghan looked at Qin Long and said, "I don't know if the enemy outside has increased, but I'll gamble. I'll bet that someone will come to save us before I fall. If I lose the bet, I die, and you all die with me. If we win, we'll all be saved. We are comrades, colleagues. We live and die together."
With that, Gu Qinghan tightened her grip on her Tang knife and walked out.
They had originally been in the suburbs, but they were pursued all the way to the city.
This was the city, and the capital of Yang Country at that. Here, no matter how reckless the other party was, they wouldn't dare to fire their weapons indiscriminately.
Since the other party didn't dare to fire freely, this was a battle of cold weapons. It was a question of who would die first.
"No..."
Seeing Gu Qinghan prepare to face all the enemies alone, Qin Long and the others exclaimed in unison, "Director Gu, this is useless. You alone cannot withstand all the enemies, and this is Yang Country. Ultimately, no one will come to save us."
"I believe someone will. Although I don't know why, my intuition tells me someone will come."
Gu Qinghan's expression was firm as she said, "If no one comes, then it is fate. I have nothing to say. We will die together."
With that, Gu Qinghan stepped out of the villa. Outside the door, eight hundred people had already surrounded the three-story villa.
These eight hundred people, each with a ferocious expression and cold eyes, were clearly seasoned killers.
They were the subordinates of He Yaodong, the great drug lord of Asia, tasked with eliminating He Yaodong's enemies.
"Haha, Gu Qinghan, I didn't expect you to still dare to come out at this moment. Are you truly not afraid of death?"
After Gu Qinghan emerged, a Yang Country man, also in Martial Guard uniform, sneered and said, "There are eight hundred people here. What can you do alone? Do you intend to defeat all of us by yourself and then lead Qin Long and the others to safety?"
"Hahaha, let me tell you, don't even think about it. Although we can't shoot here, eight hundred men are enough to tear you to pieces."
The speaker's name was Yamamoto Nijugo. He was originally involved in the plan to apprehend He Yaodong. However, Yamamoto Nijugo suddenly defected and revealed the plan to He Yaodong, leading Gu Qinghan and her team into an ambush upon arrival at the operation site, resulting in the tragic deaths of over a dozen team members.
Therefore, Gu Qinghan's hatred for Yamamoto Nijugo was immense; she wished she could cut him down with her sword right now.
"Traitor—"
Gu Qinghan spat viciously at Yamamoto Nijugo, "Don't get cocky. I'll kill you right now."
"Kill me?"
Hearing Gu Qinghan's words, Yamamoto Nijugo snorted coldly. "Gu Qinghan, you're at the end of your rope. Do you think you can kill me?"
"No, you can't. Not only can you not kill me, but all of you will die here."
As he said this, Yamamoto Nijugo waved his hand and shouted, "Uncle Dong has ordered to kill all the people from the Martial Guard Department. Leave no one alive."
"Yes—"
Upon hearing Yamamoto Nijugo's words, the eight hundred Yang Country men present shouted in unison.
As their voices fell, eight Yang Country men quickly drew the katanas from their waists and charged towards Gu Qinghan, who was blocking the entrance.
Eight men, eight swords. The sword lights were like silk ribbons, and the killing intent was like a rainbow. Even Gu Qinghan's eyelids twitched.
However, facing the simultaneous attack of eight men, Gu Qinghan's face showed no trace of fear.
Gu Qinghan tightened her grip on her Tang knife and, as the men rushed towards her, swiftly swung her blade.
Gu Qinghan's sword was not fast, but it was powerful and sharp. Before the eight Yang Country men could swing their katanas, Gu Qinghan had already severed their throats.
One cut to the throat, killing eight people with one strike. Gu Qinghan's fierce blade seemed to tear through the air, causing everyone present to change their expressions drastically.
"What a terrifying blade."
Yamamoto Nijugo gasped, a flicker of apprehension towards Gu Qinghan appearing for the first time.
He believed that if Gu Qinghan survived today, she would undoubtedly be a disaster for him in the future.
"Kill her—"
Yamamoto Nijugo's eyes turned cold, and he shouted, "She must die."
"Kill—"
As Yamamoto Nijugo's words fell, sixteen Yang Country men shouted in unison, then all sixteen drew their swords and charged at Gu Qinghan.