6: Chapter 6: His movement skills are so amazing that even the King of Soldiers was impressed?! This guy is a max-level human!

At this moment, on the top floor of the office building across the street.

The cold wind howled, swirling up the dust on the ground.

The SWAT ace sniper, Leng Feng, lay prone on the cold concrete floor, his breathing almost stopped.

The high-precision sniper rifle in his arms was already loaded, its dark muzzle pointed directly at that set of shutters on the second floor of the bank.

In the crosshairs of the scope, the man wearing the clown mask was holding a female hostage, his figure appearing and disappearing fitfully.

"Phew..."

Leng Feng adjusted his breathing, his finger resting lightly on the trigger, his knuckles turning slightly white from long periods of stillness.

As the police force's three-time consecutive "King of Guns," he had never failed in actual combat.

As long as that man showed the slightest opening.

Even if it was a gap only as large as a fingernail.

He could send a bullet right between the target's eyebrows.

"Target's head exposure area 30%, wind speed level 4, correcting mil..."

Leng Feng muttered under his breath, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

The opportunity had come!

The man seemed to have lowered his guard, his body leaning slightly to the left.

Just one more centimeter, and he would clear the hostage's head!

Leng Feng's pupils constricted slightly, and his index finger began to pre-press the trigger.

However.

At that very instant.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, the man shifted half a step to the right without any warning.

This half-step was extremely abrupt, completely defying the walking inertia of a normal person.

It happened to put the hostage's head right in the line of fire.

"A coincidence?"

Leng Feng frowned, released the trigger, and continued to look for an opening.

Three seconds later.

Qin Feng moved again.

This time it was a step backward, with his upper body leaning forward.

Just as Leng Feng was about to lower his crosshairs, Qin Feng suddenly did another slide to the left.

He was like a slippery loach that couldn't be caught!

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Leng Feng's forehead, trickling down his brow bone and into his eyes, stinging painfully.

But he didn't dare to blink.

Because in these two minutes, that man had performed at least thirty changes in direction.

Every single time, it was 0.1 seconds before he was about to pull the trigger.

Every single time, he precisely used the hostage's body to block his vital points.

A few times, the man's head even flickered within the crosshairs, as if he were taunting him:

Mocking his incompetence.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Leng Feng's palms were drenched in sweat, and the hand holding the pistol grip began to tremble slightly.

This kind of movement...

It was completely irregular!

It wasn't tactical evasion, nor was it any known footwork.

It was like... Drunken Fist?

No! It was scarier than Drunken Fist!

This was prediction!

The opponent had predicted his prediction!

"He's toying with me..."

Leng Feng felt a chill shoot from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head, his lips as dry as if he had eaten sand.

"Reporting to command center..."

Leng Feng's voice was hoarse, carrying an unprecedented sense of frustration. "This is Leng Feng. I... I cannot lock onto the target."

"Repeat, unable to lock on! The opponent's anti-sniper awareness... is god-tier!"

...

At the same time.

On the second floor of the bank.

Qin Feng had no idea that there was a sniper outside who was about to have a mental breakdown because of him.

He only had one feeling right now: tired.

Mentally exhausted.

"I say, girl, can you stop rubbing against me?"

Qin Feng's expression under the mask was distorted, and his body stiffly moved a step to the right.

He didn't know if this girl's legs were weak just now, but she was clinging to him like a piece of sticky rice cake.

Clinging was one thing, but her hands weren't staying still either, constantly brushing against his ribs.

This was a global live broadcast!

If the audience saw him getting frisky while holding a hostage, that five thousand yuan appearance fee would definitely be docked, and he might even be taken away by the anti-vice squad.

"Can you stand up straight?"

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and warned in a low voice.

Su Tang blinked her large eyes, her cheeks as red as a ripe peach.

Hearing Qin Feng's "magnetic" low growl, she felt like her eardrums were about to get pregnant.

"Big brother, my legs are weak..."

Su Tang let out a coquettish cry, her foot slipped, and she burrowed into Qin Feng's arms again.

"Oh, holy crap!"

Qin Feng was so startled that he quickly stepped back, leaning his upper body forward in an attempt to use physical means to create distance.

As a result, Su Tang was like a roly-poly toy, toppling over toward him as he moved.

Qin Feng could only slide to the left again.

In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them were engaged in a life-and-death hostage situation.

But in Qin Feng's heart, this was a defensive battle called "Protecting My Virtue."

"Money is really hard to earn these days."

Qin Feng ranted wildly in his mind: "Not only do I have to act like a fierce bandit, but I also have to guard against a female pervert."

...

Police Command Center.

There was a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the large screen, watching the first-person perspective footage sent back by Leng Feng.

In the footage, that clown mask flickered left and right in the crosshairs like a ghost, always hovering on the edge of death.

Clang!

A loud crash rang out.

The half-broken walkie-talkie in Bureau Chief Zhao Shanhe's hand finally met its end, crushed into fragments by his sheer grip.

Plastic shards pierced his palm, and blood seeped out, but he didn't notice at all.

"Even Leng Feng can't lock onto him?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice was trembling; it was a sign of extreme suppressed anger and fear.

Who was Leng Feng?

The sniper champion of the province-wide SWAT competition!

He was a tough man who could snap a toothpick from eight hundred meters away!

Now, at a distance of four hundred meters, he couldn't even find a chance to fire?

"This kind of movement..."

The SWAT detachment leader, Xiahou Dun, was pale, staring intently at the screen. "It seems chaotic, but it's actually a display of profound simplicity!"

"Look, every time he moves, it's timed to the gaps in Leng Feng's breathing adjustments."

"He is sensing killing intent through the flow of air!"

"This is a sixth sense! Only a true King of Soldier Kings who has crawled out of a pile of corpses would have this kind of terrifying intuition!"

Hiss—

The sound of collective gasps echoed in the command hall.

If they had only suspected Qin Feng was a habitual offender before...

Then now, in the eyes of the police experts, Qin Feng had been upgraded to the kind of super war machine that could wipe out a whole regiment single-handedly.

"Raise his danger level... by another grade."

Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath, looking as if he had aged ten years. "Notify everyone: without my order, if anyone dares to fire, I'll shoot them myself!"

"This person... is someone we can't afford to provoke."

...

In the live stream room, the bullet comments had already gone wild.

"Who understands this, fam! This movement is too slick!"

"Leng Feng: I'm aiming. Qin Feng: I'm dancing the tango. Leng Feng: I'm not playing anymore!"

"Am I the only one who thinks that young lady is taking the chance to feel him up? Those little hands are touching him so much, even I'm blushing!"

"Don't talk nonsense upstairs! That's Stockholm Syndrome! It's a very serious psychological illness! I suggest letting me go and suffer in that girl's place!"

"To be fair, Brother Bandit's waist strength is really good. That backstep bridge just now couldn't be done without ten years of experience."

"Is this the strength of a top-tier bandit? I'm in love!"

...

Second-floor hall.

Qin Feng finally pressed Su Tang down into a chair and strictly forbade her from standing up.

"Phew..."

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more tired than when he was carrying those fifty million yuan just now.

He rubbed his stomach. He'd only eaten two buns in the morning, and after all this commotion, he was already so hungry his stomach was sticking to his back.

He didn't know when this exercise would end.

The director hadn't called cut, and the police hadn't rushed in; they were just stalling outside.

"Need to find something to eat to tide me over."

Qin Feng turned around and began searching through the counter in the VIP reception room.

He was in luck.

He found a box of imported dark chocolate.

Qin Feng tore open the packaging, broke off a piece, and stuffed it into his mouth.

A hint of sweetness followed the bitterness, which made his tense nerves relax a bit.

"Hey, you..."

Qin Feng turned his head and looked at Gui Jianchou, who was squatting in the corner.

This cheap little brother had performed well just now, carrying bags and wiping fingerprints; he was quite sensible.

As the big brother, he couldn't eat alone.

Qin Feng casually broke off a large piece of chocolate, walked over to Gui Jianchou, and tossed it to him.

"Catch."

Gui Jianchou was huddling in the corner, shivering and wondering if he would still be able to see tomorrow's sun in this lifetime.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes.

He instinctively caught it.

He looked down.

It was a dark, blocky thing.

Choco... chocolate?

Gui Jianchou was stunned.

He looked up at the man in the mask standing high above him.

At this moment, sunlight happened to spill through the gaps in the shutters, hitting Qin Feng and coating his black figure in a layer of golden light.

Like a deity.

Gulp.

Gui Jianchou swallowed hard, his eyes instantly reddening.

What was this?

Was this food?

No!

This was the Big Brother's grace!

In this desperate situation where hundreds of guns were pointed at his head, Big Brother actually remembered to share a bite of food with him!

This meant he was being treated as one of his own!

And... this chocolate was so dark and tasted so bitter.

This was clearly the "last meal" in the rules of the underworld!

Big Brother was hinting: we might not make it out today, but on the road to the Yellow Springs, Big Brother will be with you!

"Big Brother..."

Gui Jianchou gripped the piece of chocolate tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, moved to tears and snot.

In all his years in the underworld, every boss he'd met had just used him as a scapegoat.

No one had ever given him this kind of warmth.

Thump!

Gui Jianchou knelt again, this time even harder than before.

"Big Brother! Don't you worry!"

Gui Jianchou stuffed the chocolate into his mouth and swallowed it without even chewing, not caring if the bitterness was enough to kill him.

He looked up, his eyes showing a resolute determination to face death: "If those cops dare to rush in later, I, Old Gui, don't have many skills, but I still have over a hundred pounds of flesh!"

"I'll take the bullets for you!"

"Even if I'm shot into a sieve, I won't let a single hair on your head be harmed!"

Qin Feng: "???"

With chocolate still in his mouth, he looked at this middle-aged man who was weeping bitterly with a face full of confusion.

Wait...

I just gave you a piece of candy, is it really worth getting this excited?

Taking bullets?

Big Brother, this is an exercise! Those bullets are made of rubber; at most, they'll leave a bruise. Can you not act like we're going to blow up a bunker?

Is this extra getting too into character?

Did the director pay him extra?

"Sure... fine."

Qin Feng's mouth twitched twice as he replied indistinctly, "Do what you think is best, don't push yourself too hard, and stay safe."

To Gui Jianchou's ears, these words were like a spring breeze.

Look at that!

That's character!

Even at the critical moment of life and death, he still told him to stay safe!

A scholar dies for the one who recognizes his worth; selling his life to Big Brother was worth it!

Just then.

That familiar mechanical voice rang out in Qin Feng's mind again.

[Ding! Detected that the police are deploying a forceful assault plan.]

[Issuing temporary mission: Create Chaos.]

[Mission Requirement: Use existing props to block the police's vision for at least ten minutes.]

[Mission Reward: Smoke Bomb Crafting Mastery (Permanent), Junior Chemistry Mastery.]

Qin Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Block their vision?

It seemed the police were really getting impatient and were preparing to rush in.

If they really rushed in, it would definitely be a hail of bullets. If his face got disfigured, how would he take on idol dramas in the future?

He had to think of something.

Qin Feng looked around.

This was the VIP reception room. Besides the sofa and coffee table, there was only a small bar in the corner.

There was a microwave on the bar.

Next to it were several unopened bags of flour, likely meant for a baking experience activity.

Flour... microwave...

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although he was a poor student, he knew that if things like flour reached a certain concentration in a confined space, it would...

"Heh heh."

Under the mask, Qin Feng let out a low chuckle.

He walked to the bar and reached out to grab a bag of flour.

His fingertips rubbed lightly against the packaging, feeling the fineness of the powder.

This action was very light and casual.

But in the eyes of Gui Jianchou, who was constantly watching Big Brother's movements, this was practically a signal from the Grim Reaper!

"Is that... flour?"

Gui Jianchou's pupils shrank violently, and his whole body began to shake again.

What was Big Brother going to do?

Rubbing flour? Measuring wind speed? Or measuring humidity?

No!

He was going to create that legendary... dust explosion?!

Gui Jianchou felt his scalp go numb.

What a ruthless man!

He was going to blow the entire second floor to the sky!

"Big Brother..."

Gui Jianchou asked tremulously, "Are we... are we going to perish together with them?"

Qin Feng tore open the flour bag, glanced back at him, and said in a flat tone: "What are you thinking?"

"I just want to invite everyone to watch a fireworks show."

After speaking.

He suddenly threw the entire bag of flour into the air.

White powder flew everywhere, like a sudden blizzard.

And within that white, hazy dust.

Qin Feng pressed the switch on the microwave and tossed a metal spoon inside.

Ding—

The microwave began to rotate.

That crisp startup sound, in the silent second floor, sounded just like the countdown of a time bomb.