With a piercing metallic scraping sound, it was forcibly pulled open, and the steel bar pin was yanked out in an instant.
Throwing away the latch, Xu Zhengyang pushed open the iron gate and crouched down to try and slip out.
Emerging from the narrow, low doorway, Xu Zhengyang ran to the edge of the rooftop terrace and peered down at the situation below.
Then, Xu Zhengyang wrapped one arm around the assassin's waist, took a deep breath, and leaped into the air!
Seven or eight masked SWAT officers, each carrying a submachine gun, rushed onto the rooftop and began searching the area, even checking the outer edges of the rooftop.
But where is Xu Zhengyang now?
Did he grow wings and fly away?
It seemed impossible, but the SWAT officers instinctively raised their guns and looked up. Dense rain poured down, and nothing could be seen in the pitch-black night sky.
More than 300 meters in the air, Xu Zhengyang flew swiftly, carrying the assassin who looked like a corpse.
It has to be said that Xu Zhengyang at this moment was like a headless fly, flitting about aimlessly in the night sky, though not randomly. This was because he was completely unfamiliar with the roads in Minggang. Wang Yonggan and Guo Li were instructed by Xu Zhengyang to find the location of the Longgang Hotel.
Only when he arrived at the Longgang Grand Hotel could Xu Zhengyang finally feel a little at ease.
Upon hearing the sirens and seeing the police cars, Xu Zhengyang thought to himself that perhaps staying with the police would be the safest option. After all, no force could openly use its power to force the police to become their tools for killing.
However, Xu Zhengyang immediately dismissed the idea.
Now that things have come to this, what wouldn't they dare to do? Besides... perhaps the higher-ups in the government would also want to keep me here in Minggang to avoid leaving too much trouble behind.
If that weren't the case, how could this assassin have known our location so quickly, arrived so fast, and found a good sniping position to assassinate us after we got out of the taxi, walked through an alley, and came to another main road to wait for Li Changwu's men to pick us up?
Xu Zhengyang believed that Wang Yonggan controlled the taxi driver, and that under such suitable weather conditions, he only paused briefly at the alley entrance for a few seconds before quickly driving away to divert the attention of the pursuers. This was enough.
Then the question becomes clear:
It was the surveillance footage from various intersections that transmitted his whereabouts to the police, and the police... then informed Wan Xianzhuo of this information.
...
Having finally pinpointed the location of the Longgang Hotel, Xu Zhengyang repeatedly increased the flight altitude. His aim was to avoid the lights of the tall buildings below and prevent any possibility of revealing his flight target.
Xu Zhengyang began to fall directly above the 38-story Longgang Grand Hotel.
After this brief flight practice, Xu Zhengyang had roughly grasped some basic flying skills. So when he landed on the rooftop, when he was still seven or eight meters away from the roof, Xu Zhengyang used his willpower to suddenly slow down his flight, reducing his descent speed considerably.
However, upon landing, it still landed heavily on the rain-soaked rooftop, making a loud thud.
The assassin, who was being held by the left arm, could no longer be held. The arm loosened, and the assassin was thrown into the rain like a dead pig, splashing up countless water droplets.
There was no way around it; this kind of flight was clearly different from the legendary, carefree, and easily controlled experience. Or perhaps, I wasn't familiar with flying yet, or maybe my divine power was insufficient?
Xu Zhengyang was exhausted; flying had greatly depleted his physical strength and divine power.
Moreover, his bare feet were a bloody mess, the impact of the landing and the soaking rain exacerbating the pain. Gritting his teeth, he dragged the assassin to the low building on the rooftop. Standing under the large rain shelter, Xu Zhengyang took out his phone and dialed Li Changwu's number:
"Hello, this is Xu Zhengyang. Please arrange for someone to come to your hotel. I'm on the rooftop."
"What?" Li Changwu was clearly taken aback. What a joke! They've been frantically searching for you here, and two groups even engaged in fierce gunfights with Wan Xianzhuo's forces. How did you suddenly end up on the hotel rooftop?
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up, I'm exhausted!" Xu Zhengyang urged breathlessly.
"Okay, you wait here." Li Changwu quickly agreed and hung up.
One minute later...
Hurried, hurried footsteps echoed from the small attic on the rooftop. Two soft metallic clangs came from the iron door, which creaked open, revealing several bright beams of light piercing the rain and darkness, swaying back and forth. Li Changwu, along with five of his men, rushed into the rain, looking around anxiously.
"Here you are!" Xu Zhengyang called out as he sat down against the wall.
Li Changwu suddenly turned around, and several of his men, holding pistols, nervously turned and aimed at Xu Zhengyang.
After a moment of stunned silence, Li Changwu quickly called out, "Quickly, escort them down."
Several men put away their guns and gathered around. Two of them helped lift the limp, still unconscious assassin and put him on someone's back, who then carried him down. Xu Zhengyang, on the other hand, was helped to his feet by Li Changwu. One of his men quickly bent down in front of Xu Zhengyang and let him lie on his back. Then the group hurriedly walked into the small room.
"Zhengyang, how did you get to the rooftop?" Li Changwu couldn't help but ask in confusion.
Xu Zhengyang pursed his lips and hissed twice. He didn't answer Li Changwu's question.
He was feeling quite frustrated. Good heavens, as a god, when had he ever been so disheveled? Being carried around... Actually, although Xu Zhengyang was exhausted, he wasn't so badly unable to walk. In reality, he could still easily take down several powerful experts like Xiao Jing.
But... my feet really hurt!
After entering a spacious guest room, Xu Zhengyang was placed on a comfortable sofa. He immediately raised his feet and put them on the low wooden coffee table, grimacing as he asked, "Has Gong Xinhao been taken to the hospital?"
"Yes," Li Changwu replied, then turned and angrily shouted at his subordinate, "What are you all standing there for? Go and call the doctor!"
The subordinate only snapped out of his daze upon hearing this. He quickly turned and hurriedly left.
"Damn it, you need to arrange for someone to protect Gong Xinhao at the hospital, otherwise he'll definitely get killed..." Xu Zhengyang grinned, twisted his body, and pulled out a cigarette pack that had been soaked through, frowning as he asked, "Got any cigarettes?"
Li Changwu quickly got up and walked to a table, opened a drawer, and took out cigarettes and a lighter. As he opened the pack, he took out a cigarette, handed it to Xu Zhengyang, and lit it for him. He frowned and said, "At the hospital, the police have taken control of the situation, and Gong Xinhao is still being treated..."
"Cough cough!" Xu Zhengyang choked on a puff of smoke, coughing as he said urgently, "The police are unreliable, you need to arrange for someone right away, quick!"
Li Changwu was slightly taken aback, but without asking any further questions, he immediately picked up his phone and made a call to arrange for someone to help.
Just then, the hotel doctor and an assistant entered the room carrying a medicine box and quickly went to disinfect, clean, and bandage Xu Zhengyang's feet.
Xu Zhengyang's feet were blistered and bleeding. Fortunately, although it looked serious, the injury was actually just a few layers of skin peeled off from the intense friction. The doctor and assistant were busy working on him, wondering what this man had been doing. Had he put his feet on a high-speed machine tool for grinding?
Look at the edges of those tattered leather shoes lying on the ground; they're clearly warped from being burned by friction at high temperatures.
After finishing his call, Li Changwu turned to look at Xu Zhengyang with concern. He had many questions, but couldn't say anything because there were other people present.
Li Changwu frowned and answered his phone after it vibrated.
"What's up?"
"Mr. Li, the police want to search our hotel!"
"What?" Li Changwu was taken aback, his eyes blazing with anger. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Stop them! I'm going down right now!"
After saying that, Li Changwu said to Xu Zhengyang with a gloomy expression, "I have some things to take care of. I'll be back in a bit."
"Go ahead," Xu Zhengyang waved his hand.
Watching Li Changwu leave, Xu Zhengyang closed his eyes and mentally instructed, "You two hurry down and check the situation!"
Guo Li and Wang Yonggan, who were standing inside the room, immediately bowed and accepted the order, then disappeared underground.
The doctor and his assistant had already applied medicine to Xu Zhengyang's feet. After a simple bandage, just as they were about to give Xu Zhengyang an injection, the door was suddenly pushed open, and two young men dressed as hotel staff rushed in, clutching pistols.
Volume Six, Chapter 297: The Sky Will Not Collapse
There are many people in this world who are blinded by immediate, enormous profits, becoming extremely short-sighted, or rather, foolish.
There's a saying that goes, "No matter how much money you earn, you have to be alive to spend it," right?
Putting aside the question of whether you can even kill Xu Zhengyang, even if you succeed, after doing something like this in Li Changwu's hotel, do you think you can escape? There are at least a few of Li Changwu's men guarding the hallway; you two rookies...
As the two men suddenly pushed open the door and rushed into the room, they raised their guns and fired at Xu Zhengyang.
Xu Zhengyang, squinting and leaning back on the sofa with his legs spread and feet resting on a wooden table, suddenly sprang to the side, flipping in mid-air. With muffled thuds, bullets struck the sofa. The two rookie assassins were momentarily stunned at this crucial moment…
Of course, whether you're stunned or not, the result is the same.
Because Xu Zhengyang was too fast, he arrived in front of the two in mid-air, and before his body even landed, his hands were already outstretched. He slammed them directly onto the top of their heads!
Click!
Before they could even utter a groan, the two collapsed to the ground, their skulls cracked open, brain matter and blood splattering everywhere.
ah--!
The doctor and his assistant screamed in terror, then their bodies went limp and they fainted.
With a whoosh, three men in black suits, looking tense, rushed into the room. They stared in disbelief at the two gruesome-looking assassins in waiter uniforms lying on the ground.
Xu Zhengyang, his feet wrapped in bandages, felt nauseous at the sight of the carnage on the ground. He turned away, enduring the pain in his feet, and walked outside. He needed to find another room; he couldn't stay here any longer. This was different from the time he brutally murdered four thugs in the street in Vancouver. Back then, because his body had faced its greatest threat, Xu Zhengyang was in a state of extreme rage; he wouldn't have felt disgusted even if he had torn the four thugs to pieces on the spot.
Even with Xu Zhengyang exhausted, these two rookie, non-professional assassins posed no threat to him whatsoever, unless they strapped explosives to themselves and charged in for a suicide attack.
Therefore, Xu Zhengyang felt rather cruel and heavy-handed. He could have killed someone without smashing their head, so why did he have to do it this way? He had terrified the doctor and his assistant, which was truly his fault.
Unfortunately, under these circumstances, who would be willing to hold back?
Fortunately, the speed was so fast that nothing dirty got on his hands.
No one stopped Xu Zhengyang, only two people closely followed behind him. They exchanged wary glances, while also keeping an eye on every movement in the hallway. Who knew if someone might suddenly rush out and point a gun at this important person? As for the identity of this important person… didn't you see how much our CEO Li valued him, even showing some fear?
Xu Zhengyang pushed open the door to the room where the assassin was kept and went inside.
The assassin had regained consciousness. His broken arms and legs were being bandaged and immobilized by the doctor, and he was gritting his teeth and hissing in pain. The best course of action now would be to get him to the hospital for surgery immediately, but unfortunately, Li Changwu had given orders that he couldn't leave for the time being.
Upon seeing Xu Zhengyang walk in, the assassin seemed to instantly lose all feeling of pain, staring wide-eyed at Xu Zhengyang.
His eyes held a complex mix of fear, apprehension, and confusion.
Yes, even the most skilled assassin can't withstand the shock and awe inflicted by a birdman who transcends reality, can fly, and possesses extraordinary combat abilities. Initially, Xu Zhengyang, with his premonition of danger, dodged the bullet the instant it left the barrel, then accelerated past the assassin's reaction time to avoid another bullet, and then simply vanished into thin air. If that wasn't enough to frighten the assassin, then later, Xu Zhengyang, unarmed, dared to pursue someone with absolute personal combat skills and firearms to his side, severely injuring him and leaving him completely defenseless.
This is definitely not something that one person could do to their limit.
After all, reality and fictional novels and legends are two different things!
"You two can go out now," Xu Zhengyang said to the two doctors.
The two doctors looked at Xu Zhengyang with some confusion. They didn't recognize him, but he seemed to be giving them orders, and his tone left no room for argument.
One of the doctors said, "Sir, we haven't..."
"No need, go out first, we'll do it later." Xu Zhengyang interrupted the doctor directly.
The two doctors were immediately disheartened. How could this be? A serious fracture, and they wanted to postpone treatment... These things should not be delayed even for a moment. However, when the three gloomy-faced men who had entered the room waved their heads at them to leave without a word, the two doctors had no choice but to stop their work, stand up, give the poor killer an apologetic look, and then hurriedly leave.
"You all go out first," Xu Zhengyang waved his hand.
Without any hesitation, Li Changwu's men nodded and left the room.
After they had all left, Xu Zhengyang turned to look at the assassin and asked calmly, "Who sent you?"
The assassin remained silent.
But that's enough.
Xu Zhengyang didn't need him to answer, because even if the other person didn't reply when he asked, the name of the mastermind would definitely appear in their subconscious. Therefore, Xu Zhengyang could easily know the answer the other person was subconsciously giving.
So Xu Zhengyang said calmly, "Wan Xianzhuo... Alright, you can choose to commit suicide now, or let me kill you; however, I must remind you of one thing, even if you die, you cannot escape everything, because there are ghosts in this world, and I can command ghosts..."
"What do you want to do?" Although the assassin didn't quite believe Xu Zhengyang's words, he couldn't help but ask the question, because he felt that there was no need to lie to this extremely strange young man in front of him.