Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

Ding! Someone is bragging near the host. A permanent buff has been materialized: God-level marksmanship!

Ding! Someone is bragging near the host. A permanent buff is materialized: Gunfighting!

Ding! Someone is bragging near the host. A permanent buff is materialized: Bullet Time!

The long-awaited system notification sound rang out, and Qin Taifu's mind raced. A large amount of firearm information quickly flooded into his mind, instantly reaching a state of complete mastery. He subconsciously picked up a modified air gun, but he already knew how to use it by heart. Even without aiming, he could pull the trigger by feeling and guarantee a 100% hit on the bullseye.

Moreover, Qin Tai already possesses the Eagle Eye skill. If combined with a sniper rifle, Qin Tai could directly break the world record for the longest sniper kill and become the uncrowned king of the assassin world!

Gunfighting techniques, bullets curving—needless to say, what's the difference between that and cheating?

What surprised Qin Tai the most was the description of this bullet time, which was just like the bullet time in The Matrix.

The nervous system is greatly enhanced, and the mind operates at high speed when concentrated, so much so that everything observed by sight is infinitely slowed down.

Unfortunately, because Qin Tai was already a master who excelled in both internal and external martial arts, his movements could keep up with the bullet-time slow-motion effect, so there was no further enhancement to his physical abilities. This made Qin Tai sigh helplessly, "That damn system is really stingy."

Catching bullets with bare hands is no longer a legend.

"Drip drip..."

Cao Dahua, who had been waiting and observing at the back gate of the school, sent a message on his pager, expressing considerable resentment.

At first, he observed two groups of people entering from the back gate of the school. The group in front was all foreigners, each carrying firearms, shoulder-mounted and hand-held, and they were all heavy-duty.

Before Cao Dahua could even rejoice, another group of police officers wearing headphones and acting in unison entered. They weren't from the Flying Tigers or the Major Crimes Unit, but from the Public Security Bureau!

When Cao Dahua saw that it wasn't the people he had agreed upon, he was naturally taken aback. He quickly called Yu Suqiu to confirm, but the result almost made him furious.

It turns out that Charlie, the officer in charge of the ZZ department, used his relationship with the foreigners and the ZZ department's internal review privileges to refuse the Flying Tigers and the Major Crimes Unit from sending people over on the grounds of unclear evidence. He sent people over to investigate first, which was obviously a shameless attempt to steal credit!

"It's alright, everything is proceeding according to plan!"

Qin Tai's calm reply suggests that the infighting within the police department has never stopped. Nominally, this international bombing case marks the first collaboration between the ZZ Department and the Major Crimes Unit, but in reality, there are undercurrents and those who have the opportunity to take the lead will not let their competitors have it.

All of this unfolded exactly as the original story had described.

Unfortunately, the ZZ Department's plans all fell through. These international terrorist bombers had previously captured an undercover agent and, through torture, obtained the ZZ Department's operative files. This time, with all the ZZ Department's undercover agents out in force, they were destined to be outmaneuvered by the enemy.

"Sigh, it's impossible to reason with that damned devil!"

Qin Tai sneered. He had originally intended to resolve the matter peacefully by minimizing casualties, but it turned out that you were courting death. Well, there was nothing he could do.

What kind people they are! They are paving the way for Cao Dahua with their lives!

After all, only international bombings with heavy casualties are truly sensational, and resolving the issue will further highlight the bravery and fearlessness of the international heroes involved.

"Drip..."

Cao Dahua sent another message, but unfortunately, it only flashed twice before disappearing from view.

Qin Tai understood that this meant the terrorists had begun their operation, and the advanced signal jamming equipment was the prelude to a bloody war.

"boom!"

As a gunshot echoed through the campus, the teachers and students, who were joyfully preparing for the Christmas season, stopped what they were doing, pricked up their ears in confusion, and looked at each other uncertainly.

"Huh? Is that thunder?" "Isn't it just Christmas when people play pranks by setting off firecrackers?" "Why does it sound a bit like gunshots..."

"Hilarious! Where would a gunshot come from on campus?!"

The crowd chattered on, but soon forgot about the topic and continued with the tasks they were assigning.

"Hehe, let me tell you a secret! There are still terrorists active in Hong Kong Island!"

Lanny, an undercover agent from the ZZ department, deliberately leaned closer with winking and speaking mysteriously in order to impress the goddess.

As expected, this instantly attracted everyone's attention, and they all turned to look at him.

"terrorist?"

Lenny said smugly, "That's right! Who knows, maybe terrorists are even mixed in with us right now..."

boom!

However, before he could finish speaking, there was a loud bang, his expression froze instantly, a bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"what-"

In an instant, screams, roars, panic, and thuds erupted one after another, and the scene was in complete chaos. Several foreigners dressed in firearms and holding submachine guns rushed in, their faces contorted with savage grins.

terrorist!

This actually happened?

All the teachers and students were terrified, pale-faced, and at a loss, running around like headless flies, swarming towards the exit.

"Da da da—"

However, the terrorists had already seized control of all the entrances and exits, and the campus was completely sealed off. In the blink of an eye, under the one-sided threat of slaughter, the remaining teachers and students became lambs to the slaughter.

"So sudden?"

Zhou Xingxing felt a chill run down his spine. He had been undercover for so long without getting any useful information, and now these terrorists had actually arrived, so fast that he didn't even have time to react!

My gaze swept through the various passageways, revealing bodies lying in pools of blood. Without exception, they were all dressed in suits and wearing headsets, as if afraid that others wouldn't recognize them as colleagues who had infiltrated the ZZ Department.

Almost instantly, Stephen Chow realized that the school had completely fallen, and since he had resigned, he didn't have a gun. It seemed that he had no hope of turning the tide.

How to do?

He subconsciously turned to look at Qin Tai, only to see that the expert he feared had chosen to surrender in a very uncouth manner, decisively crouching down with his hands on his head, setting a precedent.

Li Xinxin and Cindy had never seen such a scene before. They were both terrified and turned pale. In this critical moment, they huddled together with Qin Tai like quails, seeking the only sense of security they had.

"Damn, he's even more pragmatic than me!"

Stephen Chow couldn't help but feel a surge of complaints in his heart, and then decisively chose to start over, hiding in the crowd as a background figure.

"Don't move, or you'll end up like these dead people!"

The terrorist threatened in broken Cantonese, his submachine gun spitting fire, instantly silencing the group of teachers and students who had never seen anything like it.

"One, two, three... seven."

Qin Tai appeared calm, but in reality, he was not flustered at all. With a composed expression, he quickly scanned the scene. There were seven terrorists guarding the hostages, while the leaders were hiding in the boiler room and water room, preparing to negotiate with the police and further escalate the situation.

Peng Yixing was also observing the situation. His eyes were fixed on the blond foreigner closest to him, or more precisely, on the M1911 on the other man's waist. He quickly imagined the entire process of disarming, loading, and firing the gun, and his expression showed hesitation and confusion.

Just as he was hesitating, Qin Tai patted him on the shoulder. To the latter's astonishment, he felt a cold, heavy lump of iron being placed in his hand.