With a calm, low shout from Qin Zhengwei, Fang Xiaoming suddenly stepped forward, his thick elbow flashing out like lightning, slamming hard into the chest and ribs of the burly college policeman. After a muffled thud, the burly college policeman immediately let out a long, painful scream, his burly body swaying to the side. Without hesitation, Fang Xiaoming pulled out the pistol from his waist, then tightly wrapped his arms around the burly college policeman's neck, pressing the dark muzzle of the gun against his forehead.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans immediately streamed down the burly police officer's forehead. Partly it was the excruciating pain from Fang Xiaoming's elbow strike, and partly it was fear. Seriously, that pistol was a genuine Type 54 pistol, fully loaded with bullets. A slight pull of the trigger would send the M56 police bullets piercing his temple and exiting through the other side without hindrance.
Don't assume that after a bullet passes through, it will only leave a hole the size of a bullet in the skull. The real killing power of a bullet is the shockwave caused by its enormous inertia. An ordinary bullet will create a hole at least the size of a bowl in the body. If you shoot a burly campus police officer in the head, the most serious consequence will be that the officer's huge head will instantly explode into a cloud of blood mist, turning him into a headless corpse that falls to the ground, with blood and brain matter splattering all over the dormitory walls.
The fatal flaw was that Fang Xiaoming's index finger was lightly hooked on the trigger. The slightest touch, or even physical contact with him, would send the burly campus policeman's head splattering with blood. Overwhelmed by fear, the burly campus policeman dared not move, even imagining himself fainting from bliss like Lü Xing. But frustratingly, despite the unbearable situation, his mind remained remarkably clear.
Everyone except Ling Yun was stunned, including the dean and several other campus police officers, their bodies frozen in place, too afraid to move. No one had expected Fang Xiaoming to suddenly launch an attack, even taking the head of the campus police officers hostage and using his gun as leverage. Aside from the dean and the burly campus police officers, no one had seen any files on Qin Zhengwei and the other two. Most people didn't believe Ling Yun's words; they thought it was ridiculous—if Qin Zhengwei and the other two were drug dealers, how could they possibly have infiltrated the Jinghua University campus?
Then things took a sudden and unexpected turn. Before anyone could react, Qin Zhengwei had already decided to launch a counterattack. Was he really going to wait for Ling Yun to produce the real video evidence for the police, and then obediently wait for the police to put him in handcuffs? No way! His actions had already been exposed; if he didn't leave now, when would he?
So, he immediately ordered Fang Xiaoming to launch an offensive, first capturing a key hostage, and then quickly leaving before anyone could react. As for the still unconscious Lü Xing and the stunned Xiaoqian, there was no time to worry about them. Of course, the best hostage would be the dean, but unfortunately, firstly, the dean was several people away from Fang Xiaoming, and secondly, neither of them had a gun, so they had to seize the burly campus policeman's pistol.
"Get out of my way!" Fang Xiaoming shouted sharply, forcefully turning the burly college police officer around. He pointed his pistol at the stunned crowd, then at the officer's temple. His hand holding the gun was steady, without wavering. Clearly, he wasn't a novice handling a gun for the first time.
Qin Zhengwei followed closely beside him, and the burly school policeman stumbled a few steps as Fang Xiaoming dragged him toward the door.
Everyone was pale-faced. It would be a lie to say they weren't afraid of seeing guns pointed at them. Even the campus police were tense, drawing their batons as if facing a formidable enemy. They hesitated, none daring to rush forward, fearing that if the two students who had suddenly started the trouble didn't do something right, they might suddenly shoot someone or the burly campus police, and that would be the end of them.
Of course, the life of the burly campus police officer was not a concern for the others; as long as they themselves were not harmed, they had no choice but to settle for second best. Fortunately, it seemed that Qin Zhengwei and Fang Xiaoming did not intend to kill anyone; they were merely using the burly campus police officer as a hostage in an attempt to escape from the campus.
Let him get away quickly, then call the police so that real narcotics officers can arrest them. This is the subconscious thought of many people. Not everyone can be a hero, especially in such a critical moment. Most people would rather choose to remain silent and protect themselves than step forward and risk their lives to show off.
Although the dean managed to maintain his composure, his face had turned slightly pale. The department head and counselor, on the other hand, were already ashen-faced. Their long-term peaceful lives had never allowed them to witness a robbery like those depicted in television or movies. The fact that they hadn't collapsed to the ground in fear in real life was a testament to their remarkable courage.
At this moment, everyone finally believed Ling Yun's words. It was truly unbelievable that three seemingly ordinary students were actually desperate drug dealers. If they hadn't witnessed Fang Xiaoming's formidable skills firsthand, probably no one would have believed it. Even the dean and the campus police, who had seen the files, had some doubts.
Xiaoqian seemed to have just realized what was happening and quickly moved closer to Fang Xiaoming's side. With those two gone, she was left alone with the unconscious Lü Xing. Would the school and the police let her off the hook? Let alone being associated with drug dealers, she couldn't bear the charge of even being framed.
“We will not harm him,” Qin Zhengwei said grimly, “as long as you do not make any rash moves.”
He suddenly looked at Ling Yun, who had been silent all along, and his triangular eyes shot out a hateful and crazy look without any restraint: "Ling Yun, I really want to shoot you dead, but I'll let you go this time because you're lucky. If I get the chance, I will definitely throw your body into the sewer to feed the rats."
"I'm afraid you won't have that chance." Ling Yun smiled faintly. "Qin Zhengwei, I advise you not to do such a pointless thing. What's that line again? Yes, you have the right to remain silent, but what you say will be used as evidence in court. Put down your gun and obediently put on the handcuffs to avoid physical pain."
"Shut up!" Qin Zhengwei shouted sternly. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today. Ling Yun, I know you're skilled, but unfortunately, the pistol is in our hands. If you make the slightest move, Xiaoming will blow this policeman's head off."
The burly campus police officer closed his eyes in agony. It was over. This thug probably meant what he said. He'd been quite rude to Ling Yun ever since he entered the dorm. He wondered if Ling Yun was petty. If he really acted recklessly to get revenge, his life would be entirely in Ling Yun's hands. Poor Ling Yun, he had elderly parents and young children to support…
Sure enough, all that could be heard was Ling Yun's nonchalant voice: "So what if I moved? Go ahead and hit me if you dare. Who are you trying to scare with an empty gun?"
"Damn it, what do you mean 'empty gun'? That gun is mine, it's got a full magazine! Are you trying to kill me, Ling Yun?" The burly campus police officer was furious and almost burst into a tirade.
An empty gun? Everyone, including Qin Zhengwei and Fang Xiaoming, was stunned. Fang Xiaoming, in particular, lifted the heavy pistol and tested it with suspicion. Although he was not an expert with guns, he was certainly not unfamiliar with pistols. He could tell whether a pistol was loaded or not just by holding it in his hand. How could it be an empty gun as Ling Yun said?
After a moment's thought, Fang Xiaoming realized that the other party was trying to trick him, and immediately said with a cold smile, "Empty shot? Do you want to try it out to see if it's empty?"
Ling Yun nonchalantly raised his hand and said, "Sure, I'll stand right here. You can shoot me all you want. If it's not a blank shot, I'll be happy even if you kill me."
Fang Xiaoming was furious. How dare the other party so disrespectful to him, who was holding a pistol! If he didn't have a gun, he might have been a little afraid of Ling Yun. But now that he was holding a gun, even if Ling Yun was twice as strong, could he be made of steel to stop the bullets? Recalling the hard punch Ling Yun had given him in the stomach when he first entered the dormitory, intense hatred surged in Fang Xiaoming's heart. Hadn't he always dreamed of killing him? This was a golden opportunity; why waste it?
Thinking this, Fang Xiaoming gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his gun, and pulled the trigger at Ling Yun. Instantly, everyone was shocked.
With a sharp crack, the sound of the trigger snapping back echoed throughout the dormitory.
That shot really missed.
Chapter 130 A Scandal (8)
An incredulous expression crossed Fang Xiaoming's face. He involuntarily brought the pistol up to his nose and examined it closely. The heavy weight in his hand told him that this was definitely a standard Type 54 military pistol with the chamber fully loaded. Although he didn't know how many bullets were in it, he was certain that there was at least one bullet in the pistol, and the safety was off, so it could be fired at any time.
Then, this seemingly flawless pistol suddenly stopped working. A pistol that couldn't fire was worse than a dagger; Fang Xiaoming had essentially gotten a piece of scrap metal.
The burly campus police officer blinked his small eyes incessantly. For a moment, he thought Ling Yun was surely dead. Afraid of seeing the blood and gore, the officer, who had never seen a murder scene before, decided to close his eyes temporarily to avoid further nerve stimulation and the potential for depression later on.
But the clear sound of an empty gunshot reached his ears, giving the burly college police officer, like Fang Xiaoming, a hallucinatory feeling. While he wasn't any more familiar with weapons than Fang Xiaoming, he was at least very confident in the weapon he carried. He was absolutely certain the chamber was full of bullets, the black stainless steel magazine had been meticulously cleaned with a white cloth before departure, and each bullet was perfectly preserved with grease, making it impossible for any duds or stale rounds to be present.
This gun was his most cherished possession and the most symbolic item of his status. Naturally, the burly police officer took great care of it, wiping it down every day without fail. He knew it inside and out so well that he could even pick out his own sidearm from among many similar Type 54 police pistols with his eyes closed.
If anyone says the gun might misfire, the burly campus police officer can calmly tell them that the possibility is infinitely close to zero, existing only in theory, just like someone looking up at the sky and suddenly saying they see fairies dancing on the moon.
However, the possibility of it being infinitely close to zero was first exposed by Ling Yun, and then an empty gun appeared. The sudden change left Fang Xiaoming and the burly campus policeman completely bewildered, including Qin Zhengwei, who was also stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected that the only sidearm would actually be an empty gun, just as Ling Yun had said.
A short time is enough.
Perhaps it was a sudden burst of intelligence, or perhaps it was a desire to salvage some face from his previous foolishness and mediocrity, but the burly campus police officer, seemingly possessed by some unknown source of wisdom, was the first to recover from his surprise. His elbow lashed out heavily backward, and at such close range, caught off guard and in his shock, Fang Xiaoming was struck in the waist by the elbow. He immediately groaned in pain, and the arm gripping the officer's neck involuntarily loosened its hold.
The burly school police officer was overjoyed, thinking, "Kid, your karma has come back to bite you! You just elbowed me, and I'm getting my revenge right away." He pressed his advantage, turning around to see Fang Xiaoming retreating. He immediately followed, spun around, and delivered a powerful punch to Fang Xiaoming's face, hoping to knock the strong young man down with a single blow and then steal the spotlight amidst the applause of the crowd.
The two men were roughly the same height and build, and similarly burly. However, Fang Xiaoming was far more formidable than the burly campus police officer. Although he was struck by the officer's elbow, it was only because he was caught off guard, the distance was short, and he was not paying attention, which is why he couldn't dodge it. Moreover, the officer's elbow strike didn't have much force; Fang Xiaoming only felt pain but wasn't actually injured.
Fang Xiaoming blocked the burly policeman's fist, twisted his waist slightly, and was about to deliver a powerful hook punch to this seemingly strong guy. He was already using the power of his waist to deliver the punch. If he hit hard, the burly policeman's jawbone would be shattered and he would faint on the spot. This policeman looked big and strong, but he was just a show-off. In a real fight, he would not be a match for Fang Xiaoming in one round.
However, Fang Xiaoming had no chance. A figure suddenly flashed beside him, and then the same scene as a few months ago was repeated. An iron fist slammed into his face, then pulled his body back from flying out, and another iron fist slammed into his abdomen.
Fang Xiaoming collapsed to the floor in pain, his body curled up in a bow shape. Even though he didn't see the attacker, he knew it must have been Ling Yun who made the move. Before losing consciousness, Fang Xiaoming was still lamenting in his heart: "Big brother, couldn't you have hit me somewhere else? I just recovered."
The pistol slipped from Fang Xiaoming's hand, then traced a graceful arc in mid-air before landing precisely in Ling Yun's hand.
Ling Yun gently tucked the pistol back into the waistband of the dumbfounded, burly college police officer and said with a smile, "Officer, don't carry an empty gun next time. This isn't a child's toy that you can just pull out to scare people."
The burly campus police officer awkwardly stroked the pistol at his waist, thinking that he must check this piece of junk properly when he got back. It seemed to work fine most of the time, but it always failed him at crucial moments.
Ling Yun approached Qin Zhengwei: "Zhengwei, do you have anything to say in your defense? Do you want me to remind you where you put all the drugs you trafficked? Or will you confess and be treated leniently, or resist and be punished severely?"
Qin Zhengwei glared venomously at Ling Yun, his face turning ashen. From the moment Fang Xiaoming fired the blank shot, he knew the situation was hopeless. Without weapons, how could they threaten the numerous campus police officers, especially with the powerful Ling Yun among them? The thought of the fate of drug dealers caught in the net of justice filled him with rage. No matter how cunning or criminal he might be, he was still just an eighteen-year-old boy, his life barely begun, or perhaps even over before it was over. How could he not hate Ling Yun with a passion?
“You win, Ling Yun.” Qin Zhengwei said, pausing between each word, his resentment evident in every syllable. “However, this is just the beginning. We are nothing. You ruined our plans, and someone will naturally come after you.”