105: Chapter 105 What to do? Just let it be!

The sound of sirens grew closer and closer.

Police cars pulled up outside the Exhibition Hall one after another.

The sound of screeching brakes rang out in rapid succession.

Soon, dozens of fully armed police officers quickly fanned out, surrounding the entire Exhibition Hall so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.

The voice from the loudspeaker rang out once again.

"People inside, listen up!"

"Put down your weapons!"

"Release the hostages immediately!"

"Do not make any futile resistance!"

Hearing this voice.

Inside the Exhibition Hall, everyone's nerves relaxed slightly.

They had finally arrived.

But the faces of the two robbers changed completely.

Especially the leader, who was standing less than two meters from the side door, reaching out to frantically pull the door handle.

Once, twice, three times...

However, the door wouldn't budge at all.

"Damn it!"

"Open the door!"

He turned his head and roared at the security captain.

The man had long since curled up in the corner, shaking like a sieve.

"Th-the key..."

"It's an electronic lock..."

"The controller is outside..."

Hearing this.

The robber's eyes instantly turned red.

Outside?

Then how the hell are we supposed to open it!

He raised his foot abruptly.

Bang!

He kicked the glass door hard.

The tempered glass emitted a dull thud.

But there wasn't even a crack.

On the other side.

The robber who was holding Brother Long hostage was also panicking.

He subconsciously looked towards his boss.

"Boss!"

"What do we do?"

No one answered.

Because their boss was already unable to take care of himself, clutching his deformed wrist, covered in cold sweat from the pain.

The gun... was already in someone else's hands!

And everyone else in the venue had long since gathered towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan stood where he was, holding the gun in his right hand, the muzzle naturally pointed downward.

He didn't imitate the way people on TV pointed guns at others, nor did he yell or shout; he just stood there quietly.

Yet even so, the few robbers, even if they wanted to take hostages, didn't dare to get a single step closer to that side.

They knew very well that even with a gun, they couldn't do anything to him.

Let alone now that the gun was in his hands.

Outside.

Inside the command vehicle.

A middle-aged police officer held binoculars, looking inside the Exhibition Hall.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"What's the situation inside?"

A young officer next to him replied immediately.

"Report."

"According to the description from the caller."

"Three armed robbers."

"One handgun, two knives."

"Over a hundred people on site."

"Just now..."

He paused here.

His voice suddenly faltered.

"The caller just added another piece of information."

The middle-aged officer glanced at him.

"Speak."

The young officer had a strange expression.

"They said..."

"The gun seems to have been snatched by a young man."

"..."

The middle-aged officer was silent for two seconds.

"Say that again?"

"The gun... was snatched."

"By whom?"

"A tourist."

"..."

The middle-aged officer put down the binoculars.

His first reaction.

Was that the information was wrong.

An ordinary tourist snatching a gun?

Watched too many movies?

But just then, another officer nearby suddenly shouted:

"Captain!"

"There really is someone inside holding a gun!"

The middle-aged officer raised the binoculars again.

Upon looking, he was also stunned.

The gun.

It was truly no longer in the robbers' hands.

It had fallen into the hands of a young man.

What surprised him even more was.

The young man was not panicked.

Although his grip on the gun couldn't be called professional.

It was very steady.

He wasn't pointing it around randomly.

The muzzle was always pointed at the ground.

This point made the middle-aged officer breathe a slight sigh of relief.

At least the other party was not an impulsive person.

...

Inside the Exhibition Hall.

Chen Fan also heard the shouting from outside.

The police had arrived, so things would be much simpler.

Thinking of this, he spoke slowly.

"You can't run anymore."

The voice wasn't loud, but it made both robbers stiffen simultaneously.

The knife-wielding man gritted his teeth.

"Cut the damn crap!"

"Put the gun down!"

"Otherwise I..."

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly didn't know who to threaten.

The hostages?

They had long since released them in the chaos.

The gun?

It was in the other person's hands.

At this moment.

He suddenly realized that the knife in his hand was actually so useless.

Chen Fan didn't speak, just watched him quietly.

Time passed, second by second.

Neither side moved.

The air was terribly oppressive.

Just then.

The Armed Man whose wrist had been ruined suddenly spoke.

"Second brother."

"Come back."

His voice was a bit hoarse.

The knife-wielding man was stunned for a moment.

"Boss?"

"Come back."

The knife-wielding man hesitated for a moment.

But still slowly retreated back.

The three of them stood together again.

Looking at each other, no one spoke.

But they all knew it was over.

It was truly over.

The gun was gone.

The door was locked.

Outside was full of police.

They wanted to continue holding hostages, but they couldn't win.

Today, there was no way to escape.

...

On the other side.

Sun Liu had long since hidden behind the crowd.

Even now, his legs were still weak.

He looked down at his phone.

Then looked at the three robbers.

He felt as if he were dreaming.

If he had known, he wouldn't have come out to sell invitation codes today.

He hadn't even earned much money.

He almost lost his life.

Beside him, Brother Long was sitting on the ground, his arm still bleeding.

A few underlings were surrounding him.

Someone took off their clothes to bandage him.

Others were secretly calling an ambulance.

Brother Long was grimacing in pain.

But his gaze was fixed on Chen Fan.

The more he looked.

The more terrified he became.

That speed just now.

He was the closest.

He saw it the clearest.

Too fast.

So fast that even he hadn't reacted.

This kind of person...

Is definitely not an ordinary person.

Thinking of this.

Brother Long silently memorized this face.

In the future.

If he could avoid provoking him.

He would absolutely not provoke him.

...

Fu Dahai had also finally recovered.

He slumped on the ground.

Gasping for breath.

His clothes were already soaked through.

Even now.

His brain was still a mess.

Everything that happened today.

For him.

Was too much of a shock.

The lifespan treasure.

The robbery.

Selling lifespan.

And...

The transaction failed.

Thinking of this.

He suddenly looked down at his phone.

The page was still stuck there.

[Non-consensual behavior detected in current transaction.]

[Transaction terminated.]

Just two short lines of text.

But it gave him a sense of security he had never felt before.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, there was still this rule.

Otherwise, today.

His twenty years of lifespan.

Would have probably been gone for real.

...

Outside.

The middle-aged officer had already started deploying.

"First team."

"Prepare to breach the door."

"Second team."

"Find a sniper position."

"Third team."

"Be ready to rescue the public at any time."

Orders were passed down one by one.

Everyone moved quickly.

And just then.

The loudspeaker rang out again.

"People inside, listen up!"

"Put down your weapons!"

"Hands on your heads!"

"Walk out one by one!"

The voice echoed continuously.

Inside the Exhibition Hall.

Many people in the crowd had already started to stir.

Someone couldn't help but take a step towards the door.

But then stopped.

Go out now?

What if it provokes the robbers?

For a moment.

No one dared to move rashly.

...

Chen Fan glanced at the door.

Then looked at the three robbers again.

Suddenly he stepped forward.

Walking towards them.

One step.

One step.

The speed was not fast.

But with every step he took.

The robbers' expressions became one degree uglier.

Especially the man with the broken wrist.

He stared fixedly at Chen Fan.

His eyes were full of dread.

That moment just now.

Even now.

His wrist still had no feeling.

This guy...

What kind of monster is he?

Chen Fan stopped at a position five or six meters away from the three.

He didn't continue to get closer.

"Put the knife down."

He said it very calmly.

The knife-wielding man sneered.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Do you really think you've won just because you have a gun?"

"If you have the guts, shoot!"

Chen Fan glanced at him.

He didn't speak.

He just slowly raised the gun in his hand.

The muzzle.

Slowly raised.

Aiming at his chest.

The knife-wielding man who had been tough-talking just a moment ago.

His throat bobbed.

A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He suddenly realized.

He seemed to really not be able to afford the gamble.

Whether the other party dared to shoot or not.

He didn't know.

But what if...

What if they really did?

The air became quiet again.

No one spoke.

A few seconds later.

The knife in the knife-wielding man's hand.

Finally slowly drooped down.

Clang.

The knife fell to the ground.

Making a crisp sound.

The other person nearby saw this.

And also gave a bitter laugh.

Threw the dagger to the ground.

Only the man with the broken wrist remained.

Slowly raising his still-movable left hand, his voice hoarse.

"We admit defeat..."