Chapter 1687 - 1700: I’m a Temp Worker

Chapter 1687: Chapter 1700: I’m a Temp Worker

Fizz! Squeak! Suddenly, a piercing, chaotic sound erupted from the loudspeaker hanging on the small building, and soon, a magnetic voice echoed in the small square, "Director Liu Genyou, you are finally here!"

The surroundings fell silent, and dozens of eyes simultaneously shot towards Liu Genyou. Liu Genyou frowned, pushed aside two police officers who wanted to cover him, strode to the front, grabbed the loudspeaker from the negotiation expert, and said, "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"Who I am is not important. The important thing is that you’re here, and the game can start, hehe!"

Game? What kind of game!

Liu Genyou was stunned, just about to speak, when suddenly a scream erupted.

Two windows on the third floor opened, revealing a pair of white-collar dressed man and woman, bodies bound and hanging from hemp ropes, suspended in mid-air outside the building. Almost simultaneously, two more windows on the fourth floor above them were pushed open, and two dark objects, tied with fishing lines, swiftly descended to the ground.

"Preparations complete!"

The Saint Master’s voice came through the loudspeaker again, laughing, "Director Liu, you must have seen. The two things on the ground are small homemade incendiary bombs. They will rise little by little, mechanically controlled, hmm, in about three minutes, they will contact the two people suspended outside. Then, boom, two beautiful human fire flames will blossom. So, within this minute, please break the fishing line by any means necessary..."

"Actually, the game is quite simple, isn’t it? It’s said the strongest sniper in Wancheng can hit a three-millimeter blade within fifty meters with a sniper rifle. Then within thirty meters, hitting a fishing line shouldn’t be too difficult, right? Of course, don’t think about shooting the incendiary bomb, I wouldn’t like that!"

Just as the Saint Master’s words fell, the police team erupted in chaos.

Hitting the blade at fifty meters and hitting the fishing line at thirty meters, can that be considered the same?

The target size differs by three or four times; the difficulty of sniping increases exponentially, not to mention the fishing line sways in the wind. This is simply not a distance that twenty meters can compensate for!

"Director, what do we do? This is too difficult. Our sniper can’t possibly..."

"Stop talking. Send the sniper, if they can’t hit at thirty meters, then twenty, ten. No matter what happens, we can’t watch the hostages get burned alive on the building." Seeing the incendiary bomb being slowly lifted by the fishing line, Liu Genyou took a deep breath and decisively gave the order.

Soon, two fully equipped special operations snipers, wearing Noah-Level bulletproof vests, swiftly emerged from the team. The small square is roughly forty meters long, flat terrain without any cover. After another ten meters, the two SWAT officers crouched down one after the other, squinting as they raised their sniper rifles.

One second! Two seconds! Three seconds!

Just as the hearts of those behind reached their throats, two gunshots rang out. However, as expected, only bullet holes were left on the wall. Both SWAT officers frowned, took a deep breath, and were about to raise their guns to shoot again when a sudden breeze swept through the courtyard, causing the fishing line to sway violently.

In such circumstances, the SWAT officers were uncertain and had to get up and continue running forward. However, suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the building, and the officer in the lead faltered, fell forward instantly. Although the Noah-Level bulletproof vest provided cover, two ribs were broken, and upon landing, he spurted several mouthfuls of crimson blood before fainting.

"Oh no! The opposition also has a sniper!"

Liu Genyou’s face changed, but it was too late to call anyone back. The other SWAT officer made several feints but still couldn’t dodge the bullet fired from the building and was hit in the chest, lying on the ground.

"Damn, can’t even handle a moving target, Wancheng’s SWAT is truly disappointing!"

Saint Master’s voice resounded, full of disdain, "Director Liu, it seems I’ve gained two hostages. Heh, you can see the situation now, are you going to continue, or abandon these four lives and proceed with the next game?"

The police team fell into dead silence.

Continue, how to continue?

Snipers are hard to train, these two were the best special operatives, and they were taken out. Anyone else stepping in is likely to face the same fate.

Time flowed on, and unknowingly, the incendiary bombs had been raised to the second floor. Seeing that in just over a minute, two white-collar workers would be burned to ash, Liu Genyou couldn’t hold back anymore, grabbed a sniper rifle, and tried to take action.

"Director, you can’t go, it’s too dangerous!"

"Besides me, who else has better marksmanship? Step aside, all of you!"

Liu Genyou took a deep breath and coldly commanded.

Ten years ago, Liu Genyou was a famous sniper in Wancheng, once representing the police force to win the provincial skill competition. However, after ten years, the hero has aged, and whether the sharpness remains as before is entirely unknown. Moreover, what kind of person is Liu Genyou, a director of the Wancheng police? If he sacrificed himself, generally the officers here would face repercussions.

So, for their own interests, they couldn’t let Liu Genyou go.

"Help! I don’t want to die!"

At this point, as the incendiary bombs rose to two and a half floors, the white-collar woman, seeing the police team unresponsive, couldn’t hold back her despair and cried aloud.

Liu Genyou’s eyes widened in rage, forcibly shoving aside several people, ready to charge forward, but he felt his hands lighten and turned to see Lin Mu snatched the sniper rifle, "Director Liu, let me give it a try!"

"You?" Liu Genyou raised a brow.

Lin Mu is indeed a master, but sniping isn’t something anyone can handle.

Moreover, with a skilled sniper hiding in the building, even if you have superior martial skills, can you outperform a bullet? Without professional training, without knowledge of ballistic evasion, charging forward, Lin Mu’s chances of survival might not be higher than an ordinary officer.

As thoughts turned, Liu Genyou was about to speak, but several nearby officers couldn’t help but voice their opinions:

"Nonsense, even the police snipers got shot, what’s the use of you going?"

"Humph! Playing hero, you need to know the time and place. Which squad are you from, how can you be so reckless! Hand over the gun."

Lin Mu rolled his eyes, "I’m an auxiliary officer, any problem?"

Auxiliary officer? Isn’t that a temp worker.

How was he let in here at this time?

Just as everyone’s brows furrowed, Lin Mu had already darted forward like an arrow.

Five meters, ten meters, his speed was swift, and within moments he reached the first SWAT officer, but just then, gunfire erupted from the building.

"It’s over! This kid isn’t even wearing a bulletproof vest. He’s doomed!"