196: Chapter 196 Wishing him the same luck as his brother

Li Li was about to push open that door.

Inside the private room, the candlelight was still flickering.

That pervert with the Japanese accent was still inside.

The pistol was at his lower back.

The magazine was sufficient.

Go in, two shots, finished.

The plan was going smoothly.

So smoothly that even Li Li felt something wasn't right.

The next second, footsteps came from the stairwell.

Along with the laughter of The Boss.

"Hahahaha!"

Li Li withdrew his foot.

His shoulders slumped, and he hid the gun back inside his jacket.

"Waste mode," activated.

The Boss entered from the doorway, followed only by The Caucasian.

The other riffraff didn't come up.

They either died at the hands of the Flying Tigers or were left below as cannon fodder.

The Boss walked to the bar, his laughter still not stopping.

"I'm telling you, that offering should have been placed two floors lower."

The Caucasian picked up half a glass of wine.

"The twelfth floor?"

"Yes, the twelfth floor."

The Boss slapped the bar.

"The Flying Tigers are pushing up from the tenth floor; the most people pass through the twelfth floor."

He raised his hand and mimicked an explosion.

"Maybe we could blow up a few more."

Li Li stood in the corner, not moving.

That corpse.

Was not a prop to scare people.

It was a bomb.

That series of explosions downstairs.

The casualties of the Flying Tigers.

They were all "gifts" sent out by these animals.

At this moment, Li Li happened to see Zhou Hui.

When Zhou Hui heard this, his face turned ash-gray.

Li Li suddenly remembered where he had seen this woman.

At Dubai airport, she was the manager who watched coldly as Jiang Rumu's luggage was overturned and didn't come to help.

Yin Ruoying had been brought by Zhou Hui; there was no reason for her manager not to come.

Sigh, such is fate.

If she had been kind to Jiang Rumu back then, none of this would have happened.

Li Li clenched his jaw, then relaxed it.

He couldn't move now.

The stairs were sealed by fire.

The elevators were useless.

The Flying Tigers couldn't get up in a short time.

Everything above the sixteenth floor had become an isolated island.

And on this isolated island, he was the only one who could fight.

The Caucasian put down his wine glass, walked to the military computer, and patted the operator.

"Five minutes."

"Finish off the remaining richest ones. The plane is arriving soon."

The operator nodded, his fingers tapping faster.

The Boss went behind the bar and mixed himself a Bloody Mary.

Tomato juice spilled on the counter, but he didn't even look at it.

He took a sip and turned his head to look at that door to the private room.

"He's not done yet?"

Li Li lowered his voice.

"He hasn't come out."

The Boss cursed.

"Crazy."

He checked his watch.

"Let's go."

The Caucasian turned around immediately.

The operator closed the computer.

The other two technical soldiers also stood up.

Five people.

The Boss.

The Caucasian.

Two technical personnel, and Li Li.

The Boss strode toward the hostage area.

Over a hundred people were crouching on the ground, no one daring to look up.

He bent down and yanked up a middle-aged man.

Custom suit, sapphire cufflinks, face covered in sweat.

Little Superman.

Then, he yanked up a woman in her fifties.

Pearl necklace.

Qipao.

The Chief Executive's Wife.

Both were still trying to maintain their dignity.

But their legs were no longer obeying them.

The Boss wasn't in a hurry to leave.

He let go of the Chief Executive's Wife and turned to walk to the corner.

A woman in her forties was sitting there.

Her makeup wasn't too messed up, and her back was still straight.

The Eldest Daughter of the Gambling King.

The Boss squatted in front of her.

"Do you know Li Li?"

The Eldest Daughter of the Gambling King paused and nodded.

Who in all of Hong Kong doesn't know Li Li now.

The emergency landing in Victoria Harbour.

Saving an entire plane.

The Boss laughed.

"If you can get out alive."

He held up a finger.

"Tell Li Li."

"Yossi says hello to him."

Li Li stood three meters behind him.

His right hand slowly clenched.

The wound on his palm was squeezed open again, and blood slid down along the web of his thumb.

One second.

He relaxed his hand.

Nothing changed on his face.

A waste shouldn't have a reaction.

A waste would only be afraid.

Li Li etched this sentence into his mind.

Yossi.

Hong Kong.

Human bombs.

Helicopter.

And this boss.

The accounts must be settled one by one.

The Boss stood up and turned to face all the hostages.

"Everyone."

He opened his arms.

"We are people of our word."

"We said we wouldn't kill anyone, so we won't."

He took a step back.

"Once we leave, you will be free."

In the banquet hall, someone's shoulders slumped.

Someone started crying.

Someone covered their mouth, not even daring to let out a sob.

The Boss had already turned and started walking out.

The Caucasian dragged Little Superman.

Someone pushed Li Li from behind.

"You, take her."

The Chief Executive's Wife was shoved to Li Li's side.

Li Li grabbed her arm and followed the group.

The woman was trembling from crying, her high heels stepping on the carpet, stumbling with every step.

Li Li spoke in a low voice.

"Don't fall."

The Chief Executive's Wife didn't react.

Li Li added another sentence.

"If you fall, they will get annoyed."

She hurriedly held back her tears and followed forward.

The group left the banquet hall, walked through the corridor, and pushed open the fire door at the end.

The wind rushed in.

They arrived at the terrace.

Twenty meters ahead was the helipad.

A small black helicopter was parked in the center, its rotors already spinning.

In the further night sky, another helicopter was waiting to land.

Li Li scanned the area.

There were no miscellaneous soldiers at the edge of the helipad.

There was a fire hose cabinet on the left side of the terrace.

On the right side was ventilation equipment.

On the first helicopter, the pilot was already in position.

This group never intended to take the stairs from the beginning.

The explosions downstairs were just to stall the police and fire department.

The terrorists walked over, hunching their backs to prevent snipers from aiming.

A technical soldier holding a laptop ran onto the first helicopter first.

The Boss dragged Little Superman as a human shield and strode over.

Little Superman was shoved into the cabin door.

The Boss followed up.

He turned back and gave a thumbs up to The Caucasian.

The cabin door closed.

The rotors accelerated.

The helicopter lifted off the ground and flew toward Victoria Harbour.

Li Li didn't move.

Moving now wouldn't save Little Superman, and it would cause the death of the Chief Executive's Wife.

He could only wish that Little Superman's luck was no worse than his brother's.

The second helicopter landed.

The wind pressure whipped up dust, blowing his jacket around.

The other technical soldier holding a computer got on first.

The Caucasian jumped onto the cabin door and turned to wave at Li Li.

"Hey!"

"Are you afraid of riding in a helicopter?"

He laughed easily.

"Why aren't you coming up? Bring that woman, hurry up!"

Li Li lowered his head and walked forward, dragging his feet.

The Chief Executive's Wife was being pulled by him, and her sobs leaked out again.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Stepping onto the gangway.

Entering the cabin.

The Caucasian was facing away from him, fastening his seatbelt.

The pilot lowered his head to adjust the instruments.

The person holding the computer was sitting in the back row, with the laptop still on his lap.

Three targets.

The rotor noise was loud enough.

The cabin door wasn't closed.

The Chief Executive's Wife was half a step behind him, the trajectory was clear.

He could act.

Li Li drew his pistol from his lower back with his right hand.

Bang.

The Caucasian was shot in the back of the head and slammed against the cabin wall.

Bang.

The pilot was just about to turn his head, but the bullet entered through his temple, and his hand slid off the control stick.

Bang.

The person in the back row fell backward while holding the computer, and the computer smashed onto the seat.

Three shots.

Less than two seconds.

The helicopter was still shaking.

The rotors were still spinning.

The Chief Executive's Wife collapsed at the cabin door, mouth open, her voice stuck in her throat.

Li Li holstered his gun.

He pulled off his mask with his left hand.

His face was covered in blood and ash.

The wound on his forehead split open, and his short hair was stuck together by sweat.

The Chief Executive's Wife finally saw his face clearly.

This face, all of Hong Kong recognizes it now.

Victoria Harbour.

boeing 777.

Emergency landing.

Her lips trembled for a long time, and she squeezed out two words.

"Li... Li?"

"Hmm."

Li Li pulled her up from the ground.

"Let's go, back to the banquet hall."

The Chief Executive's Wife's legs were still weak, but she could walk.

When people are alive, their strength will return a little.

The two crossed the terrace and pushed open the fire door.

At the end of the corridor, the banquet hall door was open.

A person walked out from inside.

Li Li stopped.

Not a hostage.

Nor was it one of those riffraff wearing masks.

A young man.

Twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Black turtleneck, dark gray trench coat.

No mask.

No gun.

Hands in his trench coat pockets.

He stood very steadily.

Li Li hadn't seen this face before.

The other person saw him and also paused for a moment.

Then he smiled.

Not surprise.

But confirmation.

"Li Li-kun."

Chinese.

Every word was pronounced a bit awkwardly.

The Japanese accent was heavy.

He raised his right hand and pointed to his own left wrist.

"Just now in the darkness, you rotated your wrist to stop the pain."

"That movement, it looked a bit familiar to me."

He took a step forward.

"I didn't expect it to really be you."

Li Li placed his right hand on the handle of the gun at his lower back.

The young man spread his hands.

"Don't be nervous."

"I'm leaving."

He turned sideways and walked toward the terrace.

When he passed by Li Li, he paused.

"Walk like Mr. Zhang."

Li Li didn't shoot.

The distance was too close.

The Chief Executive's Wife was behind him.

There were still over a hundred people in the banquet hall.

This person dared to walk out like this; he wouldn't have prepared only one life.

The young man turned his head.

"I have prepared a big gift for you."

His Chinese was still very soft.

"Remember to check it."

"If the gift isn't good, remember to tell me when you come down."

Li Li turned to watch him.

The young man walked to the edge of the terrace.

The wind blew up the hem of his trench coat.

He stood on the edge, opened his arms, and shouted toward Victoria Harbour.

"I am the King of the World!"

The next second.

He leaped down.