Shocking! The young educated youth had just arrived and was already clashing with spies.

Chapter 781 Go to hell!

They're both ridiculous; they need protection themselves, yet they're worrying about other people's safety.

This can be considered a way of finding joy in hardship.

Amidst the banging gunshots, Ge Shaoting's tall frame was crouching awkwardly. Neither he nor Yang Zheng had guns, and those people didn't seem inclined to give them any. Only Chu Xin had a gun, but she wasn't there at the moment; she had gone into the dining car with the man surnamed Wei.

He nudged Yang Zheng and whispered, "I can't hold it in anymore. I'd rather cause trouble and do something!"

Amidst the whizzing bullets, the car seats above their heads were shattered. Yang Zheng held his breath, ignoring the burnt and gunpowder smells in the air, and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Ge Shaoting raised an eyebrow. "Scared? You probably don't know what I do, do you?"

Unable to bear his smugness, Yang Zheng reached behind him and said to Geng Liu, "Bring me your sidearm!"

Geng Liu instinctively clutched his lower back, "No!"

This is his service weapon; losing it or lending it out is dereliction of duty.

Ge Shaoting said irritably, "I thought you didn't have a gun. Turns out you did. Why were you hiding it? If you don't need it, give it to me. I'll return it to you after I've confiscated the other guns. Don't be so stingy!"

Geng Liu: ...

He initially wanted to cooperate in the operation, but Comrade Chu disagreed.

Ge Shaoting didn't have time to wait for him, and immediately lunged over to touch his side, saying, "Don't worry, I promise I'll return the bullet gun to you intact!"

Geng Liu didn't struggle much, and soon the gun was in Ge Shaoting's hands. With a "click," the safety was released, and he rushed out amidst the rain of bullets, gun in hand.

Yang Zheng sighed, his outstretched hand still not retracted. "One more round!"

Geng Liu twitched his lips, but still asked the junior police officer next to him for a gun and handed it over.

Seeing that Yang Zheng's hand was still injured, he kindly said, "You don't have to go out. I believe Wei Tong's men will be able to eliminate these bad elements."

But the moment Yang Zheng got the gun, his whole demeanor changed. He was even more arrogant than Ge Shaoting who had just left. He didn't even dodge the dense bullets and walked out step by step while firing with one hand.

Geng Liu and the flight attendant were dumbfounded. What were these two doing? How could they be so fierce?

As expected, a true master's skill is evident from the first move. The tense gunfight quickly turned into a one-sided affair, with Ge Shaoting and Yang Zheng working together to eliminate most of the enemies.

The man was forced to lie on the ground to dodge bullets, and he was horrified to see his men fall one by one with screams of agony. But he couldn't care less about that now, because he could hear the sounds of rioting coming from the dining car next door.

Before the bullets could sweep over, he crawled to the carriage door, fired two shots, and then rammed open the door he had been dreaming of entering, rolling inside.

At the same time, a dark gun barrel was pointed precisely at his head. "Don't move!"

It was a woman's voice.

The man was surprised, but he absolutely could not allow himself to be controlled like this. Suddenly, he braced himself with one hand on the ground and spun around with one leg, sweeping it across the pair of legs in front of him.

Using the force, the man quickly raised the gun in his other hand, aimed it at Chu Xin's head, and pulled the trigger.

A smile had spread across his face, a smile that reflected both his confidence in his own abilities and his mockery of this presumptuous woman.

His voice was vicious, filled with an overwhelming malice, "Go to hell!"