"Damn it, dare to scare me!" Hu Laoda has never tolerated anyone trying to intimidate him in his life, especially when the other party is weaker than him. With a fierce expression, he snatched the Type 81 rifle from Gao Chujiang's hands and, with Thomas Xu on his back, pulled the trigger with one hand towards the inside.
A large number of gunshots appeared on the tempered glass, and the glass door immediately cracked like a spider web, but it did not shatter completely. Bullets hit the furniture behind, sending wood chips flying, accompanied by the terrified screams of many men and women inside. Upon closer inspection, there were actually no fewer than ten people inside.
Jack wanted to shout at Old Hu to stop, because this guy was shooting indiscriminately, aiming to kill right from the start. However, the bullet was much faster than Jack's words. Since the shooting had already happened, there was nothing Jack could do to reverse it. He could only quickly pat Old Hu on the shoulder to make him stop shooting, while he himself dashed forward like a cheetah, kicking the broken sensor door apart.
Furniture piled up in front of the door obviously cannot reach the height of the roof, which is several meters high, and there will definitely be some gaps. After Jack kicked the glass and casually threw the handgun to Gao Chujiang behind him, he skillfully climbed up the numerous pieces of furniture and, as soon as he poked his head out, he drew the handgun from his waist.
"Pa pa…"
Two gunshots rang out, but they were not fired by Jack; they were a retaliatory response from the people in the hotel. However, those two bullets did not head towards Jack; instead, they were fired haphazardly at the furniture as a warning, likely surprising even the assailants that Jack had entered so quickly.
"Put down the gun, we won't hurt you!"
Jack squatted on the highest peak of the pile of furniture with a gun in one hand, and could see all the conditions inside at a glance. There were actually a dozen survivors in the lobby of the hotel, not only men and women, but also Asians and Europeans. The most eye-catching one was a European man as strong as a bear. Although he had been shot on the shoulder, he still held up the gun tenaciously and looked ready to fight.
"Bang..."
Jack suddenly opened fire, hitting the big European man next to him. The large .45-caliber bullet directly knocked off a marble floor. The broken stones splashed on the big man's face, making him cry out in pain. The gun in Jack's hand was pointed at him steadily. This time he said in English, "I don't want to repeat what I said. We have no ill intentions. If you still want to resist, I can only kill you first."
"Who the hell are you? Why do you want to hurt Juan?"
A blond woman in an emerald green skirt excitedly threw herself on the strong man, staring at Jack with fear and anger. She was also a European woman, young and beautiful, but her figure was ridiculously tall. She was estimated to be no less than 1.8 meters by visual inspection, and her sexy face with a bit of wild flavor made Jack look familiar. He subconsciously thought that this woman should be a movie star.
As for the few Asians behind her, they stood there very uneasily. Although they all carried homemade cold weapons in their hands, none of them dared to come up and argue with Jack. Among them, a middle-aged man who had already peed his pants seemed to be the guy who had just taken the lead in shouting.
"Sorry, we are also trying to protect ourselves. We didn't mean to hurt you." Jack looked at the strong man who was shot in the shoulder and shook his head helplessly. The European woman who was protecting her suddenly jumped up like a lioness, pointed at Jack and yelled angrily, "You murderers, invade other people's places, and try to kill people, you all deserve to go to hell."
"Russian?" Jack looked at the other party in surprise, because this woman's English was very substandard, and only a Russian could speak English with a trembling tongue, as vague as if there was always a mouthful of water in her mouth. Jack was about to explain a few more words, but his Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a sharp light aimed at him. Jack turned the muzzle of his gun in that direction like lightning, but did not fire. He said calmly without looking back, "I have already given you a chance. If you dare to move your fingers again, you will definitely die, not me."
"Really? Then should I be grateful to you?"
Behind Thomas's brown leather sofa, an Asian man in a black shirt slowly stood up. He was still holding a rough-looking crossbow steadily in his hand, and the crossbow handle was pressed into his shoulder. He was happy and fearless. ck warned, tilted his head and looked at Jack through the sight, and sneered, "Don't think that this gun of mine is some kind of street vendor. At least I have used it to kill a wild boar and more than twenty living corpses. No one can say whether there will be a few more living people."
"What? Do you really want to try?" Jack slowly turned his head and looked at the other person with slight surprise. He was a strong man in his forties with short, manly hair. It could be seen from his cold eyes that this kind of man definitely came from strong winds and waves. Jack had no doubt that he would fight with his life.
"No! I don't want to try at all!" The man suddenly relaxed his grip on the crossbow, his stern expression fading away as he put on a friendly smile. He then stood up calmly and said to Jack, "What I'm trying to tell you is that we are not pushovers and won't be easily bullied! Now, hurry down; your companions are still outside, and it would be disastrous if the horde is attracted!"
"Yunfei, we can't let them in; they hurt Juan!" The blonde woman exploded again, crying loudly as she rushed towards Jack, and from her frantic actions, it seemed she intended to push Jack off the pile of furniture.
"Enough, Shawa!" The man with the crossbow quickly stepped forward to grab the blonde woman, roaring at her in a very low voice, "What do you want to do? Are you joking with all our lives? They don't just have a handgun; they have rifles, and it would be a piece of cake for them to wipe us out!"
"But... but they shot Juan; they are a bunch of murderers!" Shawa looked at him in despair, but her frenzied actions finally stopped. The man helplessly said, "What you should do now is take care of Juan; at least he's not dead yet, right? Go quickly!"
After saying that, the man pushed Shawa aside, handed the crossbow to a young guy, and strode towards Jack. At this moment, the signal was received, and Boss Hu and the others were already climbing in. The man reached out his hands and actively helped the injured Thomas down. Once all four of them were on the ground, the man extended his hand to Jack with a smile, saying, "Let me introduce myself, I am Yue Yunfei, a former shareholder of this hotel!"
"Jack!" Jack extended his right hand and shook hands with Yue Yunfei, immediately feeling the roughness and calluses. These hands were nothing like those of a businessman; they were more akin to those of a farmer who had worked hard in the fields.
"Haha~ I can't sit still; whenever I have free time, I'm either working out or climbing mountains. My hands are as rough as a farmer's!" Yue Yunfei quickly sensed the slight oddity in Jack's eyes, laughed at himself, then released his hand and called out, "Xiao Jie, you and Jiandong hurry to find something to block the front door tightly, and use disinfectant to eliminate the smell. Move quickly!"
Two young men quickly ran out from the crowd behind Yue Yunfei, dragging a few scattered pieces of furniture and decorations from the hall, skillfully piling them into the hole where Jack and the others had entered. Yue Yunfei energetically introduced them to Jack, saying, "The one in the shirt is Xiao Jiang, Jiang Jie, and the one in the suit on the right is Ding Jiandong. These two fine young men are from our hotel marketing department. Come, come, let's get to know each other!"