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It turns out that the power struggle was the main reason why they were willing to do anything, even resort to underhanded tactics, to help Miao Zhishun win the championship; it was all for profit.

"Stable!"

Miao Zhishun was overjoyed. His performance this time was quite perfect. He overcame all obstacles and soon arrived at the last three target targets. As long as he passed the test, his score would catch up with Peng Yixing and enter the overtime round!

However, what you fear most is what happens!

Just as Miao Zhishun raised his gun to aim, that familiar yet terrifying sense of mountain oppression struck again, even more intense than before. The urgency and panic of being stared at by a raging flood and ferocious beast surged into his heart once more, causing his wrist to tremble almost uncontrollably.

Peng Peng!

Of the last three targets, two missed, and one went completely astray!

Fall short!

"What the hell?"

Yuan Haoyun and Ah Joe, who had been chatting and laughing, suddenly changed their expressions, stood up abruptly, and stared at the scene with wide eyes.

"What the hell, what the hell!"

Miao Zhishun's face turned green. He looked around in surprise and doubt, but couldn't find any clues at all. It was as if a nightmare had appeared out of nowhere and possessed him.

This is all too surreal.

The standings changed, and Miao Zhishun's ranking, which was originally second, plummeted instantly, bypassing Yuan Haoyun and heading straight for the bottom ninth place!

This scene truly shocked many people, and the unexpected result left the judges and the panel of judges speechless.

The other contestants cast gloating glances at him, barely able to suppress their mocking smiles.

Little brother, I gave you a chance but you didn't use it!

What's the point of shady dealings and backroom operations?

Miao Zhishun has lost face so badly he's embarrassed himself to the point of no return!

Finally, the IPSC final results were released, with Peng Yixing taking the top spot with a commanding lead, while Yuan Haoyun, the dark horse, came in second place by a narrow margin.

As for Miao Zhishun, well... his name is no longer on the leaderboard.

Peng Yixing held up the championship trophy with a bright smile on his face. He slowly walked to Qin Tai's side and said with a double meaning, "Mr. Qin, thank you very much for coming to support us!"

With his top-notch intuition and keen observation of heavyweight guest Qin Tai, how could Peng Yixing not notice Qin Tai's behind-the-scenes maneuvering?

What shocked him most was the pressure from the top players, which was as heavy as a mountain. Even though they were almost halfway across the arena, it directly caused a top player like Miao Zhishun to underperform and even miss the target.

If it were him, he probably wouldn't have done any better.

"Miao Zhishun is a despicable person who doesn't deserve to be your opponent. Keep honing your skills and stay vigilant. The challenges awaiting you are all tough nuts to crack," Qin Tai quipped, his words carrying a double meaning.

Upon hearing this, Peng Yixing's eyes lit up.

Qin Tai's meaning was quite clear: in the underworld beneath the world's fame, there existed an even more powerful opponent waiting for him—a killer gang or a terrorist?

All of this filled him with anticipation and even excitement.

Just then, a terrified scream shattered the joyful atmosphere of the event, and a discordant gunshot rang out, instantly throwing the scene into chaos.

A bespectacled man with a twisted, crazed face, wielding a police gun, launched an indiscriminate terrorist attack!

Gunshots rang out, and chaos erupted as everyone scrambled to escape, creating a scene of utter pandemonium.

"Ayu, don't do anything reckless!"

Yuan Haoyun, Miao Zhishun, Ah Joe, and the others all changed their expressions, their eyes focusing on the bespectacled man, who was none other than him.

Our colleague, A-Yu, who lost everything in the stock market, had a contorted face, a mixture of laughter and tears, as he screamed hysterically, "Shoot me! Kill me! Kill me now!"

Joe's face was grim. As the supervisor, he held a gun in his hand, but dared not face his colleagues.

"I'm finished! I've lost everything! My house, my car, I owe the bank millions..." Ayu screamed in despair, "Shoot me! My wife and kids can get compensation!"

"Help me, why won't you help me!"

Ayu, seemingly insane, fired wildly at the crowd, leaving many innocent bystanders lying in pools of blood. However, as the embodiment of justice protecting the people, Yuan Haoyun, A-JOE, Miao Zhishun, and others watched helplessly, unable to fire their guns, their expressions conflicted, letting the situation escalate.

Bang! Bang!

Finally, Peng Yixing made his move, firing two swift and accurate shots that pierced A Yu's skull, simply because this crazy guy had threatened his girlfriend.

"Ayu!"

Belatedly realizing what had happened, Yuan Haoyun, Ah Joe, and Miao Zhishun gathered around the grave to weep, grieving and bidding a reluctant farewell to their deceased colleague. They then turned and cast venomous and hateful glances at Peng Yixing, who had killed without batting an eye, as if he were the one who had caused all this tragedy.

"A bunch of cowards. These corrupt cops are a waste of oxygen to be alive."

Qin Tai took in their reactions without making a peculiar attempt to hide his disdain and contempt.

One second someone was committing evil and threatening the safety of the people, these guys hesitated to fire their guns. Labels like coward, coward, and useless were slapped on their foreheads at that moment.

But when the crisis was resolved, they came out to mourn at the grave, and then turned around and pinned all the blame on Peng Yixing, who had acted bravely and righteously. This was a typical case of double standards and impotent rage.

Qin Tai could understand their distorted values ​​to some extent. After all, as exemplary corrupt police officers who abused their power for personal gain and misused public resources, their interests were all intertwined. In their eyes, people in the world were only classified into three categories, which, in the words of the cultivation world, were: seniors, fellow Daoists, and ants.

Expecting these corrupt police officers to have a sense of justice and responsibility to protect the citizens is simply unrealistic. The deaths of many people are nothing more than ants, but the death of a teammate is a major loss. Naturally, they will harbor resentment and dissatisfaction towards Peng Yixing, this "ant," even if the other party acted in self-defense according to the law.

The hatred level has been raised to the maximum!

Next, they'll probably start their expertly crafted framing tactics.

However, this suited him perfectly. These corrupt cops had walked right into the trap, which meant they were courting death. Qin Tai was also looking forward to punishing these unprincipled and arrogant police scum, which would be a contribution to a cleaner society in a roundabout way.

"You, the person involved, will be taken to the police station to give a statement in a moment. You're likely to experience some interesting things. Don't worry, I'll cover for you."

Before leaving, Qin Tai patted Peng Yixing's shoulder meaningfully, which abruptly stopped the latter's growing excitement and mania after seeing blood.

Something interesting?

reveal all the details?

Does this mean that being taken back to the police station will result in unfair treatment?

Peng Yixing had a big question mark in his mind, but he had a deep respect and trust for Qin Tai, his guide, and chose to trust him without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, as a large number of police officers took over the scene, Peng Yixing, as the person involved, was also taken to the police station for routine questioning.

Qin Tai then entrusted the task to Xiao Lin, making arrangements in advance: "The air gun in A Xing's house is in the storage folder on the side wall. Find a third-party notary to conduct the energy test and record it. Make sure to record the whole process with a high-definition camera and keep the timestamp. Remember not to leave any trace!"

"Yes!"

As the most loyal henchman, Xiao Lin diligently went down to do his job, but his expression was a bit strange. After all, he was supposed to be a bodyguard who killed without shedding blood, so why was his demeanor getting more and more off?

Their photography skills are getting more and more professional!