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Chapter 137 Who Fired the Shot?
A deafening roar came from nearly a hundred meters above their heads, and was heard by the police officers at the building entrance and even by onlookers further away.

All eyes were fixed on the sky.

A tiny black dot of a human figure was seen flying out of the broken French window and hovering in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a series of red laser beams shot out from the room, all of which were swiftly dodged by the dark figure.

Seven or eight more dark figures darted out and leaped down.

The group jumped from the entire thirty floors without hesitation—clearly, they weren't committing suicide, but rather had planned it beforehand.

Two triangular metal wings popped out from behind the seven or eight people, and like birds, they glided through the air in an arc, rapidly approaching the ground.

Amidst the howling wind, it suddenly turned five or six meters off the ground and flew close to the ground towards the other end of the street, attempting to break through the police station's encirclement and escape.

Beep beep beep! !
Suddenly, a burst of lasers erupted.

At Yu Zizi's command, the police officers who remained outside raised their guns in unison and fired at the fleeing figure.

It was at this moment that two blue, semi-transparent barrier walls rose up from the ground fifty meters away on both sides of the street, directly blocking off the area.

Wang Xi thought the face looked familiar.

He recognized it as being very similar to the one-way shield that Bai Qimeng had used in the Puss in Boots maze.

Sure enough, the red laser beams fired by the officers struck the surface, creating ripples and a buzzing sound. This was a pre-arranged measure to avoid accidentally injuring civilians.

Several screams rang out.

Three people were shot down from mid-air.

It fell to the ground with a few thuds, howling in pain.

Two of them were fleeing in the direction Wang Xi was. As they drew closer, Wang Xi could see their faces clearly.

A short-haired young man and a red-haired woman.

The young man and the woman both had the same tattoo on their necks and foreheads—a skull made of a grid, with numbers in their mouths.

The former is "9", and the latter is "5".

The two men, their faces contorted in rage and muttering something, quickly reached Wang Xi directly in front of him.

They didn't even glance at the masked youth below before preparing to fly past him and continue on their way.

But at this moment.

Wang Xi raised his hand and flicked his finger.

call!call!
Two scorching fireballs, each the size of a ping-pong ball, streaked across two orange-red trails as they shot toward the two people in mid-air.

"Um?!"

As the fireball drew closer, the man and woman's expressions changed slightly. Because it was so close, they had no time to dodge and almost simultaneously raised their arms to shield themselves.

The skin on the outside of their forearms split open, and an oval-shaped metal shield popped out.

Bang bang! !
Two muffled thuds followed, and fireworks burst forth.

Their gliding momentum was thwarted in mid-air, and before they could even catch their breath, they saw the young man below take off his mask and gently blow a breath at them.

This bizarre scene sent chills down their spines.

slam-la-

A deep blue icy mist suddenly appeared and enveloped everything.

"Get away!"

The young man shoved the woman away and dodged, but half of his body was already affected by the icy mist and instantly froze.

With two muffled thuds, they were forced to land.

"Masahiro——"

The woman looked shocked and angry. She raised her head and was about to speak when she froze, completely motionless.

She saw the headless corpse of her young companion kneel down with a thud, then fall backward. The head rolled off, its face frozen in astonishment.

Standing before his companion's corpse was the black-haired youth who had removed his mask. He held an umbrella in one hand and gripped a bloodstained ice blade in the other, silently observing himself.

"A soldier?!"

The woman's thoughts raced, and she almost blurted it out.

The fact that he could stop them in a single encounter and then instantly kill "Member No. 9" Zheng Hong shows that this person is incredibly strong, far beyond what ordinary plainclothes police officers can match.

It could only be a high-ranking professional warrior.

The dark-haired youth looked familiar, but the woman couldn't immediately place him. She had only one thought at that moment—get rid of him! Run!
The police raid came too fast. The leader's escape plan was only halfway done, and the remaining dozen or so members were caught in the act!

As long as you can escape this sealed-off area, you still have a chance to leave Gucheng and survive!

But just as she was about to take a step, the black-haired youth flashed in front of her with incredible speed.

Clang!
A short sword flicked from the woman's palm, blocking the ice blade aimed at slits at the last second.

Sparks faintly flew from the icy mist.

She felt a chill on her neck, and the hairs on her neck stood on end.

too fast!
call out--

The piercing shriek rang out again, and she quickly mustered all her strength to parry.

clang clang clang!!

Another series of fierce attacks came, and the woman retreated repeatedly, cold sweat pouring down her forehead.

The young man was putting too much pressure on her!
In just a few seconds of fighting, the woman felt she was about to collapse. What was even more terrifying was that her opponent had only used one hand the entire time.

Her number in the "Ghost Grid" is "5," which is both a ranking of status and strength... But in front of this young man, she sees no chance of winning whatsoever.

The woman gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with ferocity.

"Ha!" She roared suddenly, and a red light emanated from her body, while flames suddenly rose from the short sword in her palm.

At this critical moment of life and death, she used all her trump cards beyond her limits and unleashed the most dazzling sword strike of her life.

The fire wheel spun—

With a clang.

The short sword cleaved the ice blade in two, its momentum undiminished, and slashed fiercely at the young man's neck!
However, the woman was not pleased but rather alarmed.

when! !

It was a shock that bordered on terror—her hands were numb!
The sword clashed against the neck, producing a resounding clang!
A thin layer of ice crystals covered the young man's neck, a bright, azure blue, as dazzling as crystal. He had withstood her desperate sword strike, "Wheel Path," without leaving a single mark.

In the instant the woman was lost in thought.

Snapped!
The young man raised his hand and grabbed her face.

Before she could struggle, a terrifying chill suddenly erupted, and her consciousness was plunged into darkness and silence.

Wang Xi withdrew his hand, put his mask back on, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, holding his umbrella.

Only an ice sculpture of a woman remained behind him. "Target eliminated!"

"Does it capture the ability to 'Shut Up'?"

"The target has been killed!"

"Does it capture the capabilities of 'Zhenghong'?"

Two senior members of the "Ghost Grid" were dealt with by Wang Xi in a single encounter.

He gave himself an affirmative answer.

Two orbs of light, one green and one dark green, invisible to others, flew from behind him and disappeared into his brow.

'These wanted criminals from the underground forces are all quite capable...'

Wang Xi muttered to himself.

The short-haired youth was of similar strength to Park Hong, the "Black Mamba" who had ambushed him, both being three-star elites. The woman, however, was a four-star elite.

But now, they are all no match for him.

...

...

The seven or eight men who jumped from the building in an attempt to glide away all failed. Two were seriously injured and captured, while the rest were shot dead on the spot.

Wang Xi's encounter with the man and woman was brief, but Yu Zizi witnessed it all.

After recognizing Wang Xi, she kept a close eye on him.

When she saw the young man kill two people in just a few dozen seconds, Yu Zizi could not hide the shock in her beautiful eyes.

She knew the members of the "Ghost Grid" inside and out, and the man and woman who tried to escape were both elite members of the organization.

Even with a full squad of police officers, a safe encirclement and kill wouldn't be easy. Yet the young man, single-handedly, easily took care of the two.

It looks as simple as eating and drinking.

He became stronger again!
Yu Zizi couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Who is that?"

At this moment, Xiao Yuzhe, who was standing to the side, was a little stunned. He had obviously also seen the young man make his move.

"Why do you feel a little familiar?"

“Your fellow soldier from the same cohort.” Yu Zizi glanced at the long-haired young man and said calmly, “Didn’t you recognize him, Mr. Xiao?”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuzhe's eyes narrowed, then he looked astonished and exclaimed in surprise, "Wang Xi?!"

How long has it been?

He's changed so much!
Instead of joining them for a chat, Wang Xi stopped at the entrance of the building and looked up at the sky.

...

...

Nearly 100 meters in the air.

In front of the shattered French windows, Yu Jiali and a group of police officers raised their guns, pointing them at the man in mid-air outside the window.

Behind her, Lin Xin'er casually tossed aside a woman she had severely injured and walked over as well.

"Ding Wancheng, surrender."

The short-haired girl, Yu Jiali, held a police laser pistol and spoke coldly.

"..."

The man stood suspended in mid-air as if riding the wind, his coat billowing wildly. He glanced at Yu Jiali expressionlessly, but did not respond.

Faced with the sudden raid by the Public Security Bureau, Ding Wancheng was filled with shock and anger. The moment he saw Lin Xin'er, he knew in his heart that he had been betrayed by President An of the Shanshan Group.

At the same time, he was relieved that he hadn't put all his eggs in one basket, as a small team had managed to leave Gucheng ahead of time to continue carrying out the "priest's" orders.

But I'm afraid I won't be able to leave.

Ding Wancheng's gaze passed over the group of police officers and landed inside the house. A silver-haired girl stood in the shadows.

Looking down at the Bureau's Demystification Division, the division chief is Chu Nai.

Only he himself could clearly feel that he was being locked onto by an invisible force—he had a strong premonition that if he turned around, he would be doomed.

Ding Wancheng dared not act rashly.

At this moment, Yu Jiali spoke again, her voice even colder:

"Ding Wancheng, this is your last warning. If you don't surrender, we will kill you on the spot."

As the leader of the "Ghost Grid," the value of capturing him far outweighs that of killing him; otherwise, Yu Jiali wouldn't be wasting her breath here.

"I'm counting to three."

Yu Jiali said coldly.

Ding Wancheng looked at the girl with a mocking expression on his face.

surrender?

ridiculous.

"One, two—"

Bang! !

Before she could finish reading, a deafening gunshot rang out.

Everyone was stunned.

Ding Wancheng, who was in mid-air, froze, clutching his chest, and plummeted straight down.

"Who fired the shot?!"

Yu Jiali demanded.

The officers looked at each other, and all denied it.

"That gunshot wasn't right; it wasn't a laser weapon."

At that moment, someone said something.

"It sounds like it's coming from downstairs."

Swah——

Yu Jiali took two quick steps forward and peered outside.

With her exceptional eyesight, she peered past the falling Ding Wancheng and saw a young man with an umbrella standing at the bottom of the building, looking up and holding a black revolver...

Wang Xi?!
Yu Jiali's pupils constricted slightly.

(End of this chapter)