Extracting skills from movies

Once upon a time, the security guards here were like loyal sentinels.
But at this moment, the sound of gunfire tore through the air like a devil's hideous grin, and the officer on duty had long disappeared.

At the critical moment of life and death, duty is ultimately no match for the instinct for survival.

Even the security guards nearby could only flee in panic as they had no idea what was going on.

The girls who were accompanying them screamed and huddled together, and the waves of fear echoed in the narrow passage.

Du Sheng frowned suddenly and shouted in a deep voice:
"Silence!"

This majestic command was like an invisible hand strangling the screaming throat. Blake took the opportunity to turn around and push his companion, with a fierce look on his face with smudged makeup:

"Sew your mouths shut!"

Ma Yaowei frowned and looked around carefully:

"The door was locked from the outside. Someone must have done it on purpose."

Du Sheng had a calm expression and a sharp gaze:
"Blake, you are familiar with this place, lead the way."

His voice was deep and powerful, as if it carried some kind of magic, which instantly gave Blake confidence.

"follow me!"

Blake walked forward quickly, his voice trembling a little:

"Before the game, all exits will be temporarily closed, with only team-specific passages..."

Ma Yaowei and Du Sheng followed quickly.

Elizabeth bit her lip, but her hands were tightly grasping the corner of Du Sheng's clothes.

It seems that he was quite frightened.

Alyssa said to the cameraman:

"You take care of the front, and I'll take pictures of the surroundings!"

This journalist couple is used to seeing life and death situations, yet they remain professional at this moment, as if this is a normal daily occurrence.

Intermittent groans could be heard from the corridor from time to time, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and blood.

One girl couldn't help but let out another scream, and the sound was like a needle piercing everyone's heart.

Turning the corner of the locker room, the player tunnel is just around the corner.

Just then, the sound of metal friction suddenly came from the corner of the wall.

Aiden was hiding in the shadows, the muzzle of his M16 slightly raised, like a coiled venomous snake.

"and many more…"

Just as Du Sheng reached out to pull Blake, gunshots had already torn the air apart.

Bullets exploded around the corner like silver vipers, and gravel flew everywhere like a rainstorm.

Blake staggered against the wall, shaking all over.

The crowd behind him was also in chaos.

Lien turned and ran like a frightened cheetah, with only one thought in his mind:
'Go into the dressing room, close the door, and leave these idiots as sitting ducks!'

He ran faster, as if a devil was chasing him.

However, fate always likes to play jokes on people.

Just when Lien thought he was about to be safe, a door a few meters away suddenly opened, and Hamza, with blood on his face, flashed from behind the door.

The bloodstains were like the mark of a devil, making his face look even more hideous and terrifying.

This was the last thought that flashed through Lien’s mind.

Hamza raised his gun, his eyes burning with madness, and fired several shots.

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the passage, like the call of death.

Lien fell on his back, blood gushing out of his body like a fountain.

"what!--"

The gunshots triggered screams again, and a group of caddies and team members screamed and turned to flee, running around in the dark like frightened sheep.

Hamza went completely crazy and chased the sound like a mindless beast.

Most people rushed into the dressing room screaming, including crew members and reporters.

When they saw the bodies on the ground, their screams almost blew the roof off.

Du Sheng heard the gunshots and footsteps and realized that there was no way to retreat.

He pushed Elizabeth into the deep of the dressing room and ordered:
"Everyone hide! Get down! Don't make any noise!"

This warm and firm voice gave Elizabeth a little comfort in her fear.

She, Blake and the others hurried to the deepest part of the locker room, as if that was the only safe haven.

Du Sheng heard screams not far away, looked back and saw the cold corpse on the ground, then resolutely turned back.

He jumped over the counter lightly and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The girls' screams came one after another like a symphony of horror.

Du Sheng knew that staying with them would be tantamount to seeking death.

He quickly crawled under the counter outside, grabbed a padlock, and was calm and ready to fight back at any time.

Elizabeth was immediately panicked when she found that Du Sheng had disappeared.

She suppressed her fear, bit her lips, and lay on the ground like a frightened deer.

Kelly covered her mouth tightly and stared at Blake in horror.

Blake's shaking fingers trembled against his lips as if struck by electricity.

Even the usually brave reporters looked terrified.

But Alyssa showed unusual calmness. She quickly set up the video camera on the table and pointed the lens at the door like a sharp eye.

The cameraman pushed the camera towards the entrance.

They had only one thought in their minds: to take a picture of the murderer even if they died!
Du Sheng heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and finally stopped next to the clothes rack.

The girls' screams stopped abruptly and the locker room fell into dead silence.

"Scream! Get high!"

Hamza looked like he was high, his eyes were as wild as a wild animal, he roared, picked up the M16, and fired wildly at the surroundings.

Bullets rained down on the cargo, shattering it, and debris fell everywhere, as if fate was mocking everyone.

Some people were frightened to the point of incontinence, and a pungent smell filled the air.

Elizabeth was covered in potato chip crumbs, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, as if she was falling into endless darkness.

Hamza laughed wildly and shot, venting all the anger in his heart.

Du Sheng hid under the counter and weighed the metal padlock in his hand, which weighed about 100 grams.

With his strength and accuracy, the lethality will be no less than that of a knife.

He held his breath and concentrated, his ears capturing every slight sound.

When the slight sound of the M16 empty chamber was heard, Du Sheng's pupils contracted slightly.

He was very familiar with this voice and he himself was an experienced gun user.

The opportunity is coming!

Du Sheng shot out like an arrow, and the moment he raised his right hand, the padlock flashed a cold light.

Hamza was lowering his head to change the magazine when he was caught off guard and the padlock hit his right arm hard.

"Oh!"

The dull sound of metal colliding with flesh was particularly harsh in the silence.

The rifle and padlock popped open at the same time, and blood gushed out of Hamza's arm.

He staggered back, looking a little confused.

Du Sheng leaped into the air and pounced on his target like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The sound of the fist breaking through the wind was like a whistling knife, and before Hamza could react, a heavy punch had hit his temple.

With a "click", Hamza fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and the overturned beverage bottle exploded, with glass fragments flying like a meteor shower.

Du Sheng took a step forward and pressed his knee hard on Hamza's chest.

With a muffled "puff" sound, Hamza let out a beast-like wail, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to touch the holster at his waist, but Du Sheng held him down.

"Want to play the last struggle?"

Du Sheng sneered and his right fist fell like a rainstorm.

The second punch hit Hamza right on the chin. He immediately curled up as if suffocating, letting out a muffled whimper from his mouth and nose, and fell to the ground motionless.

If I didn't want to get into lawsuits and disputes with black people, and also to avoid appearing too perverted, I could have solved the problem with just one punch.

"Someone come and take care of it, tie him up first!"

Du Sheng still pressed Hamza tightly and shouted.

Elizabeth seemed to be awakened and poked her head out from behind the clothes rack.

When she saw Du Sheng subduing Hamza, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

In this endless darkness, he is the ray of light that breaks through at dawn!
Elizabeth didn't know where she got the courage from, but she jumped up and rushed over in two steps.

She untied the ribbon with the skill and agility of a well-trained secret agent.

Du Sheng's face and hands were covered in blood, but it made her feel unprecedentedly at ease.

As long as he is here, he has nothing to fear even if the gates of hell open wide.

Blake finally broke free from Kelly's entanglement and stepped forward to help.

Alyssa rushed over with a video camera and aimed the camera at Du Sheng.

"Record this historic moment!" she murmured to herself, her fingers trembling slightly.

The cameraman also squeezed over, and in the camera Du Sheng was turning Hamza over.

The blood soaked the ground, but it couldn't extinguish the ruthlessness.

The moment the ropes tied up Hamza, Du Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his head and met Elizabeth's eyes.

The stars in the girl's eyes are brighter than any movie lens.

The crowd came like a tide.

Blake came to Du Sheng and asked with concern:
"Are you OK?"

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, a deafening roar of a shotgun blast was heard outside.

The crowd, which had just recovered, fell into panic again, screaming and fleeing in all directions like a group of white deer struck by thunder.

Du Sheng's ears instantly caught the direction of the gunshot.

It was exactly the direction of the corridor where Ma Yaowei was.

"Yao Wei is surrounded!"

Du Sheng's face looked a little solemn. He wiped the blood off his face and picked up the M16 on the ground.

He quickly put the scattered magazines into his pockets, his movements as skillful as if he was performing a delicate surgery.

"and many more!"

Kelly grabbed the corner of Du Sheng's clothes and cried:

"It's too dangerous outside, you can't go!"

When Du Sheng turned around, he gave the person behind him a warm smile:
"I can't abandon my friends, and I can't stand by and watch them die."

The locker room fell into deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at Du Sheng's back until the figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She wiped the tears from her face and repeated in her mind:

"This is the real tough guy..."

At this moment, Blake has completely become Du Sheng's number one fan girl.

She screamed madly in her heart:
"Oh my god! Such beauty, such skills, and such responsibility, it's simply perfect!"

She even started making crazy comparisons:
"What's Leonardo? Du Sheng is the real male god!"

But Alyssa was different.

She grabbed the video camera and rushed out, as if she had smelled the scent of the world's best camera award.

"This is exclusive news!"

She muttered to herself, with a glint of reporter's madness in her eyes.

The sound of sirens outside broke the tranquility of the campus.

Helicopters circled in the sky like a flock of hungry vultures.

The riot vehicle slowly moved forward, and the word "Justice" on the body of the vehicle was particularly dazzling in the sun.

Inside the football stadium, Ma Yaowei was clinging to the corner, holding a pistol he had picked up from the security guard's body.

His eyes were as sharp as knives as he stared at the black figure in front of him.

His many years of experience in the underworld of Hong Kong have enabled him to remain amazingly calm even in life-and-death situations.

"Click!"

There was a metallic collision sound behind me.

Ma Yaowei turned around abruptly, and the roar of the shotgun rang out again.

He dodged as swiftly as a cheetah, aiming his gun at the source of the sound.

At the corner of the corridor, Aiden suddenly stopped firing his gun and screamed into the darkness:

"Castor! Come quickly! There's a yellow monkey over here, let's have a competition!"

"coming!"

Custer's voice was filled with manic excitement, and he rushed down the curved corridor like a mad bull.

Aiden picked up his rifle and fired wildly while shouting at the top of his lungs:
"I'm going to do it! I'm going to fill this pig's asshole with bullets today!"

Ma Yaowei had to turn around again and concentrate his firepower to suppress Aiden's attack.

At this moment, Du Sheng rushed into the corridor like a flash of lightning.

He tensed every muscle to the extreme and lowered his voice to the lowest level.

The figure holding a shotgun in front of him was getting closer and closer, and he didn't even glance at the bleeding bodies on the ground.

Custer was sprinting madly, completely unaware that a pair of eyes behind him were locking onto him like a falcon.

Du Sheng suddenly stopped and leaned against the wall, with the butt of the M16 firmly against his shoulder.

His face was as calm as a deep pool, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Just as Custer was about to draw his gun, Du Sheng's finger pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out in succession, and the bullets hit Custer's back accurately.

Bulletproof vests cannot withstand this huge force at close range.

Custer fell to the ground like a shot prey, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, his body twitching in pain.

Du Sheng did not relax for a moment, keeping the muzzle of his gun pointed at the fallen Custer and approached slowly.

"It's me, Alyssa!"

Perhaps inspired by Du Sheng's crazy behavior, Alyssa, who followed him, approached cautiously, holding the video recorder steadily even though it was shaking.

Du Sheng glanced at her and continued to concentrate on dealing with Custer.

He kicked the shotgun away and quickly snatched his pistol.

He knew very well that villains in movies died because they talked too much, so even though Custer was seriously injured and unconscious, he still did not relax.

"Custer! Custer!"

Aiden's voice suddenly became tense when he heard the gunshot.

Hearing the discussion on how to tie them up, he was furious:

"FUCK! This is a revenge shooting, can you please show some respect!"

Du Sheng joined Ma Yaowei and responded with two shots in the direction of Aiden.

Gunshots rang out in the corridor, and there was sudden silence over there.

Only then did Aiden secretly realize that this was not good.

Although the angle he was in was good for hiding, it was like a dead end, and he would become a sitting duck once he came out.

Ma Yaowei took over Du Sheng's M16, his eyes cold, looking for flaws.

Du Sheng looked around to see if there was any other murderer and said:
“The security guards at the stadium were so scared that they didn’t even dare to fart.

Alyssa, contact the police station here and ask them to clean up the mess."

He still remembered his identity and it was being recorded, so he couldn't act recklessly.

Alyssa took out her cell phone while recording the video.

She skillfully dialed 911 and was transferred to the on-site command at Mandela School.

Officer Coster of the police station.

"This is the New York Police Department. I'm Inspector Coster."

A serious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm Alyssa Eris, a reporter for Warner TV."

She quickly revealed her identity:
"There are several gunmen in the ..."

Before he could finish his words, there was another loud noise in the corridor.

Ma Yaowei's pupils suddenly shrank and his finger was already on the trigger.

Du Sheng snatched Alyssa's phone and spoke in a steady and clear voice:

"I'm Du Sheng, yes... I'm the artist that Warner arranged to promote here today."

Coster asked:
"How's the situation over there?"

"My partner and I are confronting the criminals."

Du Sheng asked casually:

"You have blocked the entrances and exits, right? How many criminals are there?"

"Four."

Kester answered.

Du Sheng breathed a sigh of relief:
“Besides this, we have subdued one, seriously injured one, and the security guard killed one.

Now the only ones left are those in the southeast corner."

Coster adjusted his police badge, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:
'These two guys actually controlled the situation before the police arrived? Do you really think they are filming an action movie!? '

………(End of chapter)