199: Chapter 199 Zhou Hui is ranked last

The elevator door closed.

Yin Ruoying's final words were shut inside.

"While you were upstairs... did you see Su Wantang?"

Li Li stood at the elevator entrance, pausing for half a second.

Su Wantang.

The ex-girlfriend from his predecessor's memories, the one he had dated for four years before she dumped him in front of hundreds of thousands of people in a live stream.

The ex-girlfriend who hadn't appeared since being exposed during a live call.

Was she also at the Mandarin Oriental?

Li Li didn't dwell on it.

Now was not the time to look for an ex-girlfriend.

There were still over a hundred hostages on the twenty-fifth floor.

Everything below the sixteenth floor was engulfed in flames.

Only those who survived first would have the right to tell the story.

He turned and ran back to the helipad, jumping into the helicopter.

The rotors accelerated.

Takeoff.

The straight-line distance between The Landmark Mandarin Oriental and the Mandarin Oriental was less than a hundred meters.

From takeoff to landing, it took less than a minute in total.

— — Outside the hotel's main entrance.

The sniper channel was in chaos again.

"Report! Li Li has not left!"

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin had just switched to a new radio, his hand not yet steady.

"Explain clearly."

"He's put the mask back on!"

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin nearly crushed the radio in his hand.

"A mask?"

"Yes! He left the Chief Executive's wife on the helipad and went back to the banquet hall himself!"

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin stood by the police car, his face covered in soot.

What on earth was Li Li doing?

A moment ago, he had taken out three hijackers with three shots and saved the Chief Executive's wife.

Now he was disguising himself as a terrorist again?

"Keep watching."

"Copy that!"

Ten seconds later, the channel crackled again.

"Report! He's come out!"

"Situation?"

"He's dragging a woman. She's wearing an evening gown and crying bitterly."

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin pressed the talk button.

"A hostage?"

"Cannot confirm yet... Wait, she's stopped crying."

"What do you mean she stopped crying?"

"She was crying just now, but now she's standing straight and fixing her hair."

There was silence on the channel for two seconds.

The sniper's tone was complicated.

"Deputy Commissioner, it looks a bit like Yin Ruoying."

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin didn't react immediately.

"Who?"

"The short drama queen, the one who plays the vicious supporting female role. She's been filming 'Cold War 4' in Hong Kong recently. She's also filming a variety show with Li Li right now."

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin's temples throbbed.

A terrorist attack scene.

Over a hundred hostages.

Half the building was burning.

Li Li went back specifically to drag an actress out?

"They've boarded the helicopter!"

"Direction?"

"Next door, The Landmark Mandarin Oriental."

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin looked up.

The two buildings were only a hundred meters apart.

The helicopter rose, moved horizontally, and descended.

It was over.

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin put down the radio.

Then picked it up again.

He turned his head and spoke to the police superintendent beside him.

"Take some men and go to The Landmark Mandarin Oriental."

— — The lobby of The Landmark Mandarin Oriental.

When Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin rushed in with a dozen police officers, the elevator had just arrived at the first floor.

Ding.

The door opened.

The Chief Executive's wife was helped out by Yin Ruoying.

The Chief Executive's wife's hair was disheveled and her cheongsam was stained with blood, but she could still stand steady.

Yin Ruoying had wiped the tears from her face, swept her voluminous Hong Kong-style curls to one side again, and pulled her shoulder strap back into place.

The lobby was full of reporters who had followed Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin.

Flashes exploded everywhere.

Click, click, click, click—

Yin Ruoying paused.

She lifted her chin slightly.

She turned her left cheek to the cameras.

Her professional habit was spot on.

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin rushed over in three strides.

"Madam, are you injured?"

The Chief Executive's wife waved her hand and pointed at Yin Ruoying.

"I'm fine, please ask her about the rest; Li Li sent her down to deliver a message."

Yin Ruoying spoke immediately.

"There are over a hundred hostages on the twenty-fifth floor of the Mandarin Oriental. The main force of the terrorists has withdrawn, but the floors below are completely on fire, so people can't get down. Li Li is using a helicopter to bring people here."

She spoke very quickly, without any wasted words.

"He wants the Hong Kong Police to immediately send helicopters to the roof of the Mandarin Oriental, multiple helicopters taking turns to pick people up."

Just as Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin was about to respond, the sound of rotors came from overhead.

Everyone looked up.

That small black helicopter took off from the roof of The Landmark Mandarin Oriental again and flew toward the Mandarin Oriental.

A ten-second one-way trip.

One helicopter could carry at most five or six people at a time.

With over a hundred hostages, if they relied on him alone, how long would it take?

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin turned and roared at his men.

"Send two police helicopters over!"

"Send the most experienced pilot to the roof to replace Li Li! The Hong Kong government cannot just let others bleed and shed tears!"

The superintendent immediately ran off to make contact.

The reporters were still filming.

Someone shoved a microphone in front of Yin Ruoying.

"Ms. Yin, were you rescued by Li Li just now?"

Yin Ruoying glanced at the person.

"No."

The reporter was stunned.

She raised her hand and pointed toward the roof.

"I was sent down by him to do a job."

— — The twenty-fifth floor of the Mandarin Oriental.

Li Li pulled off his mask and pushed open the banquet hall doors.

Over a hundred people were still lying on the floor.

A few bold ones peeked up.

The next second, they were all stunned.

The clothes were still the same terrorist outfit from before.

Dark jacket, tactical vest, submachine gun hanging in front of him.

But the face was Li Li's.

His short, messy hair was matted with sweat, the wound on his forehead had split open again, and blood and soot were mixed together.

The same face that had just crash-landed a boeing 777 in Victoria Harbour half an hour ago.

The banquet hall was silent for three seconds.

Zhou Hui was the first to jump up, his voice cracking.

"Li Li! So you were the terrorist all along!"

Li Li glanced at him.

Jiang Rumu's former boss.

That capitalist from the Company who loved to exploit artists.

After being forced to squat by terrorists for half an hour, his brain hadn't recovered yet, but he'd already learned how to lash out.

Li Li couldn't be bothered to explain.

"I'm using a helicopter to take you to a safe location."

He paused.

"If you keep making noise, should I just leave?"

The banquet hall exploded.

Not an explosion.

It was over a hundred people scrambling up from the floor at the same time.

"I'll go first! I have a bad heart!"

"Mr. Li, my surname is Li too!"

"I am the Vice President of New World!"

"My wife is still waiting for me downstairs!"

"I'll pay 100 million, let me be the first to go!"

"200 million!"

"Mr. Li, I can donate a building to your foundation!"

Li Li was surrounded.

Someone tugged at his sleeve.

Someone grabbed his arm.

And a bald man started reporting his asset scale on the spot.

Damn.

Harder to manage than the terrorists.

At least the terrorists knew how to line up.

Li Li raised his hand.

Bang!

A bullet hit the ceiling.

Fragments of the crystal chandelier came crashing down, scattering all over the floor.

Over a hundred people dropped down in unison.

The movement was absurdly synchronized.

After lying down, someone finally realized.

Wait, no.

Wasn't Li Li here to save people?

An old tycoon lying on the floor raised his hand.

"Mr. Li, are you a good person or a bad person?"

Li Li put his gun away.

"Are there any children here?"

No one spoke.

No one brings children to this kind of banquet.

"Ladies, please go out to the hallway and form a line."

A dozen women helped each other stand up.

Some had weak legs, but no one said a word, walking out while leaning against the wall.

Once they were out, Li Li continued.

"Gentlemen, follow behind the ladies."

He added.

"Whoever cuts in line goes to the back."

This time, no one scrambled.

That gunshot from just now was more effective than any business negotiation.

The tycoons walked out obediently.

Zhou Hui lowered his head, blending into the crowd, trying to slip past.

As he passed Li Li, a hand barred his chest.

Zhou Hui stopped.

Li Li spoke.

"Su Wantang is here too?"

Zhou Hui's expression changed.

He subconsciously looked toward the secret door at the back of the banquet hall.

The private room.

The candles.

That pervert with the Japanese accent.

And the corpse that had been dragged out earlier.

Sun Kezheng.

His abdomen had been sliced open, and his face was covered in paint, making him unrecognizable.

But Zhou Hui didn't know that after Sun Kezheng's corpse was taken down by The Boss and detonated, there was nothing left of it now.

Zhou Hui's throat moved.

Su Wantang had been taken in with Sun Kezheng.

Sun Kezheng had been tortured to such an extent.

Could Su Wantang still be alive?

"She should be... dead."

Zhou Hui's voice was very low.

Li Li nodded.

"Go get in line."

Zhou Hui hurried out.

After two steps, he stopped.

In the hallway, the line of men was already formed.

The last person had just stood still.

And he was still outside the line.

Zhou Hui turned around.

Li Li was leaning against the doorframe, his left canine tooth visible.

Zhou Hui understood.

Blocking him.

Asking questions.

Stalling for time.

It was all intentional.

This was to vent for Jiang Rumu.

Just as the Company had treated Jiang Rumu in the past, Li Li was now making him wait in line.

Zhou Hui wanted to curse.

But his life was still in Li Li's hands.

He swallowed his words and silently walked to the end of the line.

You surnamed Li, just you wait.

Once I get out, I will definitely—

Thank you properly for saving my life.

Damn it.

Truth is indeed within the range of a gun.

— — Li Li walked to the edge of the helipad.

In the distance, two Hong Kong Police helicopters were approaching.

The rotor lights flashed in the night sky, getting closer and closer.

Deputy Commissioner Li Wenbin's efficiency was not low.

Li Li turned and glanced at the back of the banquet hall.

That secret door was still closed.

The pervert with the Japanese accent had already jumped off the building.

Sun Kezheng had been turned into a human bomb.

Su Wantang had likely died inside as well.

Without dwelling on it, Li Li told everyone to board the helicopter in order.

His helicopter could seat 5 people; adhering to the principle of never overloading, he only arranged for five people to board.

Then he flew away quickly.