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Outside the door, more and more footsteps sounded in rapid succession.

The orderly movements and the sudden sounding of the alarm seemed to occur in an instant.

"not good!"

Alarm bells rang in O's mind, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly. He knew that he was now in a dilemma, in a very unfavorable situation of being surrounded.

In the past, someone as cautious as him would have noticed something amiss. The couple upstairs, who used to argue, were unusually harmonious today; the mischievous child, who usually fought and played, was doing his homework obediently; and even the smell of the traditional Chinese medicine being brewed next door had stopped.

It must have been the Hong Kong Island police who knew my whereabouts and carried out the arrest on purpose. Evacuating the public in advance is a common tactic!

He didn't even notice such an obvious change, completely absorbed by Qin Huilian on the other side, losing the keen insight that a top assassin should have.

Ono's face was extremely grim. Now he couldn't even hold hostages to escape, and he had to break through by force!

As the footsteps grew louder, the riot shields and heavily armed security forces outside were about to block off the escape route. At this moment, 'O' demonstrated his absolute top-tier assassin skills.

He immediately grabbed the shotgun hanging on the wall and fired it repeatedly at the floor. The floor collapsed instantly, and he was downstairs the moment the door was breached.

Fortunately, he had already prepared an emergency plan when he set up his hideout.

He burst out from downstairs, unleashing full firepower. The previously experienced and organized riot police were caught off guard. Backstabs from the shotgun reaped one life after another, screams rang out one after another, and in the blink of an eye, dust rose everywhere.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

O remained calm and collected, each shot precise and accurate, his movements as swift and agile as the Grim Reaper.

It is truly unbelievable that the riot police and serious crime squad officers, who possessed powerful firepower and well-equipped equipment, were unilaterally suppressed by the Flying Tigers until they arrived.

"Heh, the Flying Tigers won't stop my foot... What?!" Before Ono could finish his boastful words, he was slapped in the face the next second.

A lithe figure descended from the sky; it was none other than Zhou Xingxing, the instructor of the Flying Tigers.

With a fire hydrant strapped to his waist, he made a rapid descent from the building, his submachine gun spitting fire as he emptied the magazine.

In just a moment, he completely overwhelmed Ono, forcing him to cower behind the wall, too afraid to come out.

O was almost cursing. Why did the Flying Tigers have such a madman who didn't care about his teammates' safety when he started firing? Just that burst of bullets just now, it wasn't just one or two stray bullets hitting his teammates. If it weren't for the riot shield being so effective and the layers of body armor, just that burst of bullets would have earned him the MVP award for the casualties among his teammates.

But precisely because of this, O could have used the terrain to his advantage to move around freely and take advantage of the police's reluctance to open fire due to concerns about the safety of their teammates, making him invincible.

They are now completely suppressed.

"A madman, a complete madman!"

Ono was so frustrated he almost cursed. He never dreamed that Stephen Chow would become his nemesis, crippling his tactics in a single encounter.

There's a saying that goes something like this: "Once I kill the hostage, you can't threaten me or the hostage anymore!"

You should know that the nickname "Flying Tigers Killer" didn't come out of nowhere.

"Hey, you eccentric killer over there, you're surrounded! I'm warning you, put your hands and feet up and surrender right now, or I'll beat you until your own mother won't recognize you!"

This signature Zhou-style statement usually goes smoothly and is bound to backfire soon.

Suddenly, from the corner where 'O' was hiding, a grenade pull ring was thrown all over the ground. Stephen Chow's pupils shrank immediately, and then he saw a lump of iron wrapped in a gray coat being thrown out.

"Watch out, a grenade! Get down!"

Zhou Xingxing shouted, his body tensed, and he reacted quickly. He rushed out first, like a nimble football champion using all his strength to execute a cool volley.

However, with a cracking sound, Stephen Chow's face instantly turned liver-colored, and he screamed in pain, clutching his ankle which was swollen like a big pig's trotter, rolling around in agony.

*Thud...*

After the gray jacket landed, a net full of shot puts was revealed.

It turns out that O had just used a simple trick to deceive people, but he never expected that the process would be so easy and even more successful than he imagined.

"Is this guy a goofball?"

O was speechless. He threw the grenades, which he had already pulled the pins on, at various stairwells. With a loud explosion, the encirclement formed by the Flying Tigers and the police was immediately torn open.

However, the cunning first assassin did not choose to break through from any direction. Instead, in the thick smoke, O calmly and collectedly grabbed the fire hydrant belt around Zhou Xingxing's waist and quickly fell to the ground through the exhaust pipe. Then, he landed steadily with a few graceful rolls.

Even in that brief moment, he changed into a jacket he'd pilfered from a residential building, transforming himself into a blue-collar worker in work clothes. Disguise is an essential skill for any assassin.

And so, O brazenly left the police line and blended into the crowd of onlookers.

"over there!"

Interpol agent Li Jinfu was arguably the agent who knew Thor and O best. He was well aware of their penchant for using hat tricks. Sure enough, after hearing in his earpiece that O's whereabouts had been lost, he immediately looked towards the crowd of onlookers.

At a glance, I recognized that aloof figure who stood out from the crowd and left without looking back.

He didn't even have time to call his men. Without saying a word, he pulled the safety off his pistol and gave chase. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the entrance of a secluded alley.

"Oh, you have nowhere to run now, surrender quickly..."

Li Jinfu had just raised his gun when he realized that O had disappeared from his sight. He subconsciously looked up and saw a lithe black figure descend from the sky. Instantly, the world spun around him, and he fainted in despair.

"O' didn't kill Li Jinfu. He barely escaped with his life, so of course he wouldn't give himself away here. He straightened his clothes and was about to leave through the alley when he suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of the glass window of a coffee shop at the street corner."

It's Qin Huilian!

"Huh? What's she doing here!"

O was filled with doubts, but before he could even step forward to take a closer look, alarm bells rang in his mind again. The oppressive feeling of the threat of death surged over him like a tidal wave, almost suffocating him on the spot.

A sharp, urgent gust of wind rang out, startling 'O'. Before it could even check, it instinctively crossed its arms to shield itself.

Boom!

With a dull thud, after a brief contact, 'O' was blasted away like a cannonball, rolling seven or eight meters away in a sorry state. He struggled to his feet, writhing in pain, but felt as if he had been hit by a dump truck, with not a single part of his body intact.

call out!

A humanoid tyrannosaurus-like black shadow rushed towards them. Ono was terrified and swung a nearby wooden plank in front of him.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of the Whirlwind Fist.

The immense force easily shattered the wooden plank, sending it flying into a shower of wood chips. At the same time, a terrifying burst of energy poured out, striking Ono's arm, which he was most proud of as an assassin.