"Whoosh..."

Roger suddenly stood up, almost knocking over the stool he was sitting on.

He noticed the patrons around him looking strangely.

Embarrassed, he raised his hand, "Boss, I'll have a bowl too."

Zhou Ping'an gave Roger an exasperated look.

He frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, the assassin isn't here, nor will there be a sniper bullet targeting us suddenly. They're still far away. Although they're watching us with binoculars right now, they won't act yet."

"Oh, I see now," Roger said, his ears heating up.

Clearly, he also felt that his reaction was somewhat embarrassing.

But aren't you scared at all?

Knowing there are formidable assassins observing with binoculars, ready to attack at any moment?

Yet you stroll through the morning market and eat breakfast as if nothing's wrong?

Aren't you afraid of being shot in the head?

"No one can ambush me," Zhou Ping'an murmured, then did not further explain nor respond to the myriad doubts flooding the live broadcast.

[Is the host really that divine? They're watching from a distance and he already knows?]

[Could he be bluffing? I just don't see anything unusual around him.]

The live broadcast would occasionally zoom out to a macroscopic view of a 300-meter radius.

Most of the time, it was monitoring the area within thirty meters of Zhou Ping'an...

When nothing happened, the camera lens even seemed to sense the audience's psyche and would focus directly on Zhou Ping'an's face.

Sometimes, it would close up on Roger's forcedly calm demeanor, and on the cute and silly look in Song Qiaoqiao's eyes.

[The girl looks utterly bamboozled. I bet the host is an old hand at this; he talks big, can turn falsehood into truth, and easily deceives naive girls.]

[The thoughts of the person above are too sinister. You newcomers don't know; this girl is Inspector Tang's cousin. Though she looks delicate, she's a top student at Linhai Police and Security University; she's not that easy to deceive.]

[Exactly, look behind her; she's carrying a gun. You might think she's a little lamb, but she might very well be a tigress.]

[What I don't get is how the host can be so sure there's an assassin watching without receiving any signal or checking surveillance equipment.]

[Why guess so much? Let's just watch what happens now that the host has finished eating. We'll see if it's true or not.]

[Look, the host has stopped.]

The messages suddenly became dense.

All 160,000 viewers saw Zhou Ping'an walk to the end of Xingfu Street and suddenly stop, looking up with a smile.

And then, he gestured for Roger and Song Qiaoqiao, who were following him, to stop.

Then, he continued to walk forward.

And his head tilted slightly.

"Swoosh..."

The sound of the wind was chilling.

A landscape tree beside him suddenly exploded...

In the middle section of the tree trunk, there was a massive hole, and the thick trunk was blasted apart, its crown hesitating for a moment before falling backward.

Boom...

The sound of thunder rolled from afar.

That was the sound of a large-caliber sniper rifle firing.

The bullet came first, the sound followed.

[Gunfire]

[The host really could detect where the enemy was. He dodged a bullet instantly without appearing worried about being hit. Oh, what's that?]

[Things have gone wrong; this time it's not just one or two people, but a whole mercenary team.]

"Get down."

Roger quickly grabbed the stunned Song Qiaoqiao and pushed her to lie down behind the stone lion at the hotel entrance.

Pedestrians on the street, hearing this gunshot,

instinctively began running around in panic.

Some astute individuals immediately recognized the gunfire, also ducked down, and screamed for others to take cover.

"It's the Zijing Mercenary Corps. Be especially careful of their leader; he's a divine marksman sniper. Their sharpshooters are also formidable. Start running; don't stay in one place."

Roger yelled while lying on the ground.

"Zijing Mercenary Corps, huh? The first to strike, aiming to seize the opportunity. So, it was a mercenary corps. What's their ranking on the Black List?"

Zhou Ping'an's hands were hanging down, his fingers twitched slightly, and two golden short guns were already in his hands.

Unhurried, he continued to walk forward.

"Thirty-third, they rank thirty-third on the Black List, a very formidable team. But you should be running..."

Roger was frantic.

He saw the markings on the gunmen emerging from the opposite side.

Seeing Zhou Ping'an casually holding the two pistols with arms slanted, seemingly presenting himself for death, his heart jumped to this throat.

Although the [Nightingale] team he belonged to had been completely obliterated by his hand,

it proved that this young officer was indeed extraordinarily formidable.

However, people are not the same.

The gap between teams is also despairingly wide.

The attacking Zijing Mercenary Corps had snipers, assault troopers, sharpshooters, bombers, and gunners, a fully equipped team ready with complete battle plans.

Capable of engaging in a small-scale war on the battlefield.

Zhou Ping'an, rushing forward alone like this,

would undoubtedly be entrapped in a crossfire. No matter how skilled he was, it was impossible for him to escape unscathed.

The facts proved it.

Roger's worries were not unfounded.

Zhou Ping'an had only advanced a dozen steps when from around a corner, seven or eight fully armed men wielding assault rifles leaped out.

These men moved stealthily, crouched, crossing paths as they advanced, beginning to shoot bursts of gunfire.

Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat...

They charged and fired at the same time.

Their running steps were highly erratic, never staying in one spot for more than a half-second.

At the same moment, just a second slower than their gunfire, intense gunfire erupted from a second-floor rooftop platform.

Like torrential rain, the bullets swept across the area.

Heavy machine guns had opened fire.

It didn't matter if there was one person ahead.

Even if dozens rushed together…

Under such intense and precise fire control, there was no way to charge through.

Retreat was also impossible.

Considering the range of the machine guns and assault rifles, they had already allowed Zhou Ping'an to get very close before they began their attack.

Even if he managed to escape fifty to a hundred meters, he would still be within range.

Moreover, in the extreme distance, nearly a thousand meters high in a building, there was a divine marksman sniper controlling the field.

Although it was unclear why the first shot was missed.

The members of the Zijing Mercenary Corps, however, had great faith in their leader.

As the sniper rifle rang out, it was the signal to charge.

The full assault began.

At a hundred meters from the end of the street, it was a death corridor.

"Dongjiang's joint defense is seriously flawed, huh? How did they bring in so many weapons? They even have machine guns, damn it,"

While Zhou Ping'an seemed to be walking steadily, in reality, his figure had already stretched out into three or four faint illusions, sprinting wildly down the street.

The torrential rain of bullets hit those light illusions, causing dust to splash around and sparks to fly.

In the live broadcast room, there was now a continuous dense stream of "666", with not a single other form of comment.

This seemed to underline the viewers' shock.

If Zhou Ping'an had a moment to check his own mind, he would have discovered that white Wish Power Threads were flooding into his Sea of Consciousness like a tide.

The reason was nothing else.

His dodging in the hail of bullets was simply too swaggering.

Passing through a mass of flowers without a single leaf sticking to him wasn't enough to describe the magical and bizarre movement technique of this moment.

Even sometimes, although everyone was watching intently with wide eyes, they would still lose sight of his shadow.

At some point, after a few flashes, he had gotten within seventy meters of the machine gunner.

And less than fifty meters from those charging assault riflemen.

"Snap..."

Zhou Ping'an suddenly swung his right hand, and before his arm was even fully extended, the muzzle was already spitting sparks.

The machine gunner, who was desperately fine-tuning his aim and firing wildly, trembled violently at his shoulder and let out an indistinct roar before suddenly stopping.

His head had burst open like a watermelon.

The rapid gunfire became much more sparse.

As the machine gunner was shot in the head,

Zhou Ping'an's figure flickered slightly, his feet moving forward again, and the two Golden Guns exploded simultaneously.

Turning the pistols into the firing rate of a machine gun.

Between the movements of the muzzle, streaks of residual images were drawn.

The muzzle flashed repeatedly.

The seven or eight men firing while charging.

In less than half a second, were almost simultaneously shot in the forehead.

Every shot a headshot.

Amidst the splatter of blood mist.

Bang...

Seven or eight men fell at the same time, making only one sound.

Boom...

In the distance, an angry roar was heard, followed by another bullet whizzing past Zhou Ping'an's ear and hitting the wall, creating a deep pit.

Zhou Ping'an raised his hand and fired two shots.

The sniper hiding in a nearby mall and shooting covertly, went silent as well.

"Zijing Mercenary Corps, that's all there is to it."

Zhou Ping'an looked back and saw Roger, who was no longer lying on the ground but was half-bent, staring in horror in his direction.

Then he understood.

This group, ranked thirty-third on the Black List, had revealed its true elites, and had no hidden stronger forces.

The only one remaining must be their leader.

"Is he running, or fleeing?"

Zhou Ping'an, holding a pistol, stepped over the littered corpses. He did not accelerate his sprint but walked toward the building from which the bullets had come.

Since they had opened fire, there was no walking away.

Not one could be spared.

...

[Is this guy even human?]

At this moment, the live broadcast room was seething with excitement.

Unlike the previous live broadcasts and video pushes.

Those times, whether against demon beasts or thugs...

Did not represent conventional and orthodox military force.

This time everyone saw clearly.

The killers on the other side were equipped with sophisticated firearms, configured according to battlefield main combat equipment.

Moreover, these people had excellent coordination during their operations.

The bullets were densely packed to an infuriating degree.

Logically speaking,

Under such firepower, even the terrifying mutant beasts outside the city could only rely on their sturdy scales to withstand the attack.

Either way, a large number would have to die before breaking through.

But Zhou Ping'an was different.

He completely flattened them.

Not to mention getting hurt, he didn't even get his clothes dirty, nor did he sweat a drop.

Effortlessly, he wiped out this formidable armed force,

and boldly chased down the sharpshooter who was said to "block an army in one direction", shooting him in the head on the spot.

At the critical moment, the enemy could only roar in impotence.

All the shouting ceased abruptly when their heads burst open.

"Living long enough to see everything, with such a formidable officer in Dongjiang, who would dare cause trouble here in the future?"

"Looking at it this way, I feel quite safe, not frightened at all."

"Yeah, as the host shoots each headshot, I don't feel bloody but rather reassured.

Maybe because he's killing foreigners, and they are assassin mercenaries."

"Overall, killing is wrong, even if it's killing foreign devils... I have to say, the host did it beautifully."

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