After being reborn, who would still be brave enough to do what is right?

The two bodyguards were already frightened by Shen Xin, who seemed to be possessed by the god of death.

"Plop" "Plop"

Their knees slammed hard onto the floor.

"Brother, we are also working here, please don't kill us."

"Haha, working? Someone forced you to work? Someone forced you to kill me?"

Shen Xin spoke coldly.

Two cold lights flashed, and the two bodyguards kneeling on the ground fell to the ground like dead dogs with blood gushing from their necks.

Just as Shen Xin turned around to finish off Liu Chunming, two gunshots rang out.

Shen Xin moved at the sound, but was still a beat too slow, and a bullet hit his left shoulder from behind.

He frowned slightly, turned around and threw the sharp blade in his hand.

A cold light, accompanied by the sound of wind, pierced into the chest of a bodyguard who had just fired a shot.

Immediately afterwards, the bodyguard who followed behind randomly pulled the trigger at the door.

Shen Xin grabbed the body of a security guard and threw it out, hitting the three people in front directly.

He turned and ran to the bed, grabbed the mattress with both hands, and kicked the floor-to-ceiling window.

After throwing the mattress away, he picked up Liu Shijia and jumped down from the second floor.

The weight of both people was on Shen Xin's legs.

The moment he landed on the mattress, Shen Xin's ankle made a "crack" sound.

"Hiss... Shit! It's dislocated!"

At this time, several armed bodyguards in the room on the second floor also poked their heads out.

Shen Xin ignored the pain and ran forward holding Liu Shijia.

The gunshots behind him rang out like popcorn.

A few minutes later, he limped a long way away.

But there was another noise behind me.

Looking back, he saw three cars roaring towards him under the dim moonlight.

"Holy shit! Is this a wolf den? So many wolf cubs?"

If he were alone, he would not be afraid of the situation at all.

But Liu Shijia’s current condition requires care from someone.

Shen Xin's face turned grim and he ran forward as fast as he could.

With every step he took, the piercing pain shot from his ankle straight to his forehead, but he had only one belief in his heart - to take Liu Shijia away from this dangerous place.

Liu Shijia, like a delicate flower ravaged by a storm, closed her eyes lifelessly, her brows furrowed, her once pink lips now bloodless, and her entire body immersed in a deathly coma.

At this moment, the roar of the car behind me became more and more deafening. The strong roar of the engine seemed like a requiem from hell, which made people terrified.

The dazzling car lights illuminated the road ahead as bright as day. Shen Xin knew that if they were caught up by these ferocious pursuers, he and Liu Shijia would be doomed.

At this critical moment, he looked up and found a large warehouse not far ahead, which should be used to store things in the manor.

As soon as he stepped in, a pungent smell of decay hit him in the face, almost suffocating Shen Xin, but he had no time to care about it at the moment.

With the help of the few faint moonlight shining through the holes in the roof and the dim light seeping in through the cracks, Shen Xin quickly scanned the surrounding environment.

The warehouse was in a mess, with piles of disorganized discarded items everywhere. These seemingly dilapidated scenes became the only shelter and support for him and Liu Shijia at this moment.

He carefully placed Liu Shijia in a large and hidden iron box. His eyes were full of tenderness and determination as he said softly, "Jiajia, don't be afraid. I'm here. No one can hurt you."

Although he knew that Liu Shijia could not hear his words at the moment, the determination in his tone seemed to be declaring his oath to the world.

At this moment, the car came to an abrupt stop outside the factory, followed by a series of sounds of car doors opening and closing and chaotic yet dangerous footsteps. These sounds were like a countdown to death, approaching Shen Xin and Liu Shijia's hiding place step by step.

Shen Xin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He quickly looked around and found a thick and sturdy iron rod on the ground. He bent down to pick it up and held it tightly in his hand.

Then, he crouched down and carefully hid behind a pile of debris, his eyes like a cheetah lurking in the dark, staring at the entrance of the factory coldly and sharply.

After a while, more than a dozen bodyguards with agile bodies and fierce faces rushed in.

They all held powerful guns, turned their heads vigilantly, with ferocity and vigilance in their eyes, and slowly and cautiously advanced into the factory.

Seeing this, Shen Xin held his breath and tensed all the muscles in his body, like a fully drawn bowstring, waiting for the fleeting opportunity to counterattack.

As the bodyguards gradually approached his hiding place, Shen Xin suddenly jumped up like an enraged tiger, and the iron rod in his hand made a whistling sound as he swept towards the bodyguard in front with lightning speed.

The bodyguard was obviously caught off guard by the sudden attack. He had no time to react and was hit hard on the head by the iron rod.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the bodyguard's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily to the ground and was completely motionless without even a grunt.

The other bodyguards were startled by the sudden and fierce attack and were instantly thrown into disarray, but they quickly reacted and raised their guns to shoot wildly in the direction of Shen Xin.

Seeing this, Shen Xin's eyes became stern, and his figure flashed like a ghost, and he quickly hid behind a huge machine nearby.

For a moment, bullets hit the machine like raindrops, splashing a series of dazzling sparks and making a sharp "crackling" sound.

Taking advantage of the brief break when the bodyguards were changing magazines, Shen Xin took a deep breath and rushed out like a cheetah again.

With his extraordinary agility, he quickly shuttled between the bodyguards. The iron rod in his hand seemed to be given life. Wherever he went, a bodyguard would fall down with a scream.

However, the number of bodyguards was simply too large, and each of them was a well-trained desperado.

After a fierce fight, Shen Xin felt more and more pain in his ankle, and gradually felt exhausted. He also had several wounds on his body, and blood kept flowing out of the wounds.

Shen Xin's back was pressed tightly against the cold, hard wall. In front of him were four bodyguards approaching. The guns in their hands flashed with cold light, forcing him into a desperate corner.

The bearded bodyguard had a fire of revenge burning in his eyes, and the scene of his brother's tragic death under Shen Xin's stick kept replaying in his mind.

At this moment, he exuded a strong murderous intent. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily at Shen Xin, as if he was going to devour his life in the next second. He roared viciously, "Little bastard, I want to see where you can run today!"

Shen Xin showed no fear. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, outlining a mocking arc. His eyes were filled with disdain and contempt. He smiled coldly at the bearded bodyguard: "Your grandfather is not going anywhere!"

In this life-or-death situation, Shen Xin remained remarkably calm. Life and death had long since faded from his mind. In today's fierce battle, he had already killed no fewer than thirty men and injured no fewer than ten. In his mind, this was enough.

His only concern was Liu Shijia. If he could rescue her safely, he would have no regrets even if he died here today.

However, fate is always unpredictable, and the next second of life is full of unknowns. He sighed in his heart: "Haha, Jiajia, I really tried my best.

If there is an afterlife, you must give me at least ten children to repay my kindness."

Shen Xin took a deep breath, his chest puffed out, his face filled with the determination to face death. He shouted at the bearded bodyguard, "Grandson! Shoot at me!"

His voice echoed in the small space with an unquestionable momentum, as if death had lost its deterrent power in front of him.