American homeless people, surviving in the city

Chapter 140 Sylvia's Resolve

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely tense.

Seeing the small knife pressed against Sylvia's neck, Lynch dared not make a move. He could only raise his hands high above his head, indicating that he was harmless, while desperately trying to think of a way to break the deadlock.

...His primary objective was to get me to throw the gun out? This suggests he was more afraid of the gun on my back than the knife at my waist. That makes sense; in America, gunfire is indeed one of the most common threats they face.

...However, was it because he didn't understand my skill with a knife, or was he confident that he could use some means to deal with my knife?

While thinking, Lin Qi hurriedly spoke, trying to soothe the other person's emotions: "Okay, okay, I'll throw it right away. But I have to reach behind my back and take the gun from behind, so don't get agitated because of my actions."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm watching you. Just do as I say, and don't try anything funny!"

The Indian man had no intention of negotiating and responded only with insults.

...Tsk, this guy...not only is his observation incredibly sharp, but his attitude is also exceptionally resolute. This kind of person is very difficult to deal with.

Lin Qi could sense that this guy had taken hostages before; every step he took was flawless. Faced with such a cunning and ruthless character, he was completely at a loss for how to break the deadlock.

We can only take it one step at a time.

Lynch slowly reached behind his back, gently grasped the shotgun, and took it from behind his back.

"Stop dawdling! Throw it away now!" the Indian man urged impatiently.

Lynch felt his palms sweating.

With the shotgun in hand, this might be his last resort to turn the tide. If he didn't throw the gun away but instead fired backhand, would there be a chance he could kill the Indian man with a single shot?

However, with Sylvia standing between the two, Lin Qi could guess that the other party's choice of such a hostage-taking posture must also be intended to use Sylvia as a human shield.

Although parts of the opponent's head and hands were exposed, Lynch was not confident in his marksmanship.

Doing so rashly would be risking Sylvia's life.

Lynch looked up at Sylvia.

"Hurry up! Do you really want her to die?!" The Indian man's tone grew increasingly impatient as he urged her repeatedly.

To throw her away or not? Can we fight her? And how can we save Sylvia's life?

...Is this all-out escape going to end here?

The pressure in his heart made Lin Qi feel a little suffocated. At this moment, there was no room for trial and error. If he made the wrong choice, he might lose everything.

But at that moment, Lynch suddenly noticed that Sylvia's eyes, which had been slightly closed due to weakness and fear, suddenly opened.

He always thought that being able to see other people's emotions through their eyes was a vague and unreal thing that only existed in stories.

But at this moment, he truly felt that he saw something different in Sylvia's eyes this time.

It was a firmness imbued with resolute determination and trust.

Lynch could imagine that if Sylvia were still able to speak, she would never allow him to appease the cultists and hand over the chance to turn the tables.

And that look seemed to be silently telling Lin Qi: she believes in you.

If you can do something, then do it!

...because she was unwilling to accept it!

The moment Lynch saw the look in Sylvia's eyes, he immediately made a decision.

We can't let this guy lead us by the nose anymore!

However, looking at the hunting rifle in his hand and at the positions of the Indian man and Sylvia, Lynch suddenly had an idea.

Under the watchful eyes of the Indian man and Sylvia, Lynch took a deep breath, gently raised the shotgun to his chest, and spoke in an unusually calm voice, his emotions barely contained: "Fine, I surrender. Just don't hurt her."

The next second, Lin Qi actually threw the shotgun in his hand hard to the ground!

The shotgun slid a short distance across the floor and came to rest at the man's feet.

Seeing this, the Indian man's eyes lit up, and his smile widened. He bent down slightly and reached for the hunting rifle on the ground, the knife tip temporarily moving away from Sylvia's neck as a result.

And this was exactly the opportunity Lin Qi had been waiting for!

...Now!

Almost at the same moment the Indian man bent over, Lynch sprang up and charged at him!

The hunting knife in his right hand was thrust straight toward the Indian man's chest—Lynch was waiting for the moment when he could finally relax because he could finally get his hands on the hunting rifle!

However, the Indian man seemed to have expected this. Facing Lynch charging towards him, he showed no sign of panic.

At this critical moment, he suddenly stopped bending over, and then with a wave of his hand, he pushed Sylvia, who was in his arms, aside.

Then, he simply tapped the shotgun lightly with the toe of his right foot, and the shotgun was skillfully lifted up and landed steadily in his hands in an instant!

The Indian man grinned maliciously, then swung his hunting rifle around, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Lynch's chest: "Haha, kid, you're too naive!"

"You think I didn't suspect you were still up to no good? Didn't I know you'd try to struggle? Well, you've missed your chance!"

The situation was reversed in an instant. Before Lin Qi could rush to the Indian man, he was suddenly facing the muzzle of a gun!

Lynch froze abruptly; this scene was completely outside his plan.

In his view, when the other person bent down to pick up the shotgun, he would be distracted by the action. He could then take advantage of this opportunity to rush in front of the other person.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only had a unique technique of picking up a gun with their toes, greatly reducing the time spent picking up the gun, but also decisively abandoned the hostage in their hands and instantly pointed the gun at themselves!

This Indian man not only never let his guard down from beginning to end, but also possessed a unique skill of his own!

The way he flicked the gun was so skillful; he had clearly practiced it!

"—Very well, now it's my turn!"

Seeing that he had the upper hand, the Indian man's smile grew even more smug. However, he did not let his guard down at all. While shouting loudly, he pulled the trigger on Lynch without hesitation!

"All of you who are hindering the master's plan must die!"

...It's over!

With the dark muzzle of a gun pointed directly at him at such close range, even with his exceptional skills, Lynch couldn't possibly dodge the bullet. He could only watch helplessly as the Indian pulled the trigger—

The next second, a gunshot rang out!

But along with the gunshot, there was also a heart-wrenching scream!

"Bang—Ah!"

That piercing scream came from the Indian man!

As Lynch stared in disbelief, just as the Indian pulled the trigger, Sylvia, who had been thrown aside, suddenly sprang to her feet. Like a maddened little beast, she rushed to the Indian's side and pulled out the very rusty kitchen knife that the two of them had first obtained from the kitchen on the first floor!

With all her might, Sylvia plunged the dagger deep into the Indian man's back!