68: Chapter 67: Good marksmanship, good agility.
68: Chapter 67: Good marksmanship, good agility.
Listening to the chaotic footsteps, Gao Yang was somewhat flabbergasted.
His conversation with Natalia and her daughter had wasted too much time.
Had he known that Natalia wouldn’t be able to handle it, he’d have led his people away earlier.
Why wait here just to be wiped out all at once?
In his urgency, Gao Yang couldn’t come up with any good ideas.
It was pure instinct that drove him to wave at Natalia, snatch back the money he had just given her, shove it into his own pocket, and then say anxiously, “Don’t do anything rash, listen to me, let’s cooperate.”
The heights of the three-story building were such that the adversaries could rush in instantly, and Gao Yang hadn’t thought to close the door, which wouldn’t have been much use even if he had.
Caught in a desperate situation, Gao Yang was left with no choice but to adapt to the circumstances.
The people seeking revenge were quickly at the doorstep.
A middle-aged man running at the front paused upon seeing the scene inside the house, then took a position at the doorway.
His suspicious gaze swept over Gao Yang and the others before settling on Yelena.
Gao Yang, who was standing towards the back, could only see three or four people at the door, but the sound from the stairwell indicated there were many more.
After a moment, a portly middle-aged man with a large belly managed to squeeze through the crowd and enter the room.
Behind the fat man followed a bald-headed bruiser who was holding onto another person almost as if carrying a small chicken.
Gao Yang recognized at a glance that this captive was from the bar.
The captive shivered, pointed at Yelena briefly, and then retracted his neck.
The muscular man threw him aside and turned to the angry fat man.
Lao Liu was the first to speak up.
He raised his hands, trying to look uninvolved with anyone, and slowly moved beside Gao Yang.
At the same time, he muttered nervously in Russian.
With Gao Yang’s limited understanding of Russian, he could only make out Lao Liu mentioning something about Huaxia friends and coming to collect money.
Li Jinfang remained standing at the door, looking very calm, while Gao Yang and Lao Liu stood a bit further in.
After eyeing them for a moment, the fat man said nothing.
Instead, he angrily shouted at Yelena.
The people who had been standing in the stairwell squeezed into the room, fully occupying it, and the last person closed the door behind them.
A total of eight people had entered the room, and they all looked fierce and malevolent.
Each of the few men in front of Gao Yang had a thug stationing himself, with menacing expressions as if ready to strike at the slightest provocation.
The leading fat man shouted angrily a couple more times, then the first strongman who had entered reached out to grab Yelena.
Unyielding in the face of a roomful of brawny men, Yelena slapped him across the face.
After her hand was grabbed by the strongman, she kicked out instinctively.
However, the man easily dodged by stepping aside and firmly pulled Yelena to the floor, then planted his foot on her chest.
As Yelena fought back, Natalia naturally couldn’t stand by and watch her daughter be at a disadvantage.
She grabbed the shotgun that was nearby, gripped the barrel, and swung it.
But the muscleman was adept and calmly dodged.
Then, with a swift kick, he also knocked Natalia to the floor.
Li Jinfang looked at Gao Yang with an inquiring look, while Lao Liu whispered nervously, “What do we do, he’s threatening to kill them.”
Not expecting the fat man to order his men to act without wasting words, Gao Yang hadn’t yet figured out what to do when he saw the furious fat man walk over to the pinned Yelena, crouch down with effort, and slap her across the face with a swing of his hand before speaking venomously.
Natalia struggled to stand up, and Gao Yang also took a slight step forward, about to speak, when he saw the strongman in front of him suddenly raise a handgun to his forehead.
It was Gao Yang’s first time with a gun to his head.
After a moment of panic, he calmed down instantly.
Raising his hands, he said in Chinese, “Don’t be impulsive, this has nothing to do with us, we’re only here to collect a debt.
Do what you must, we’ll leave.”
The man in front of Lao Liu didn’t move but placed his hand inside his jacket.
Gao Yang had no doubt that man might also pull out a gun, and the one in front of Li Jinfang already was pointing a gun at Li’s face.
As for the others, although they hadn’t drawn their guns, Gao Yang didn’t doubt that everyone seeking vengeance was armed.
After Lao Liu translated Gao Yang’s words into Russian, the man in front of Gao Yang looked towards the fat man.
The fat man waved his hand irritably and moved back a step, and the strongman who had been stepping on Yelena withdrew his foot and moved aside.
Then Gao Yang noticed a resolute expression on the face of the strongman holding the gun in front of him, shifting the weapon’s aim toward Yelena on the floor.
Gao Yang had no doubt that the man was about to shoot Yelena, and it seemed there was no point in pretending anymore.
He only had time to shout loudly.
“Fight!”
Gao Yang grabbed the hand of the strongman in front of him holding the gun, but he realized the Old Russian was too strong for him to handle.
He couldn’t move him, much less wrest the gun away.
Gao Yang had no plan, his shout was merely a cry of desperation.
He couldn’t just stand by and watch Glolov’s wife and child get killed right before his eyes.
If he didn’t act now, even if Glolov could forgive him, Gao Yang would never forgive himself.
Gao Yang reacted instinctively, but once he had grabbed the gunman’s hands, he didn’t know what to do next.
In his urgency, he saw the burly man in front of him collapse limply.
Gao Yang was both startled and elated when he saw Li Jinfang’s ferocious face lunging at another burly man beside him.
Li grabbed the incoming fist with one hand and thrust the other forward, wrapping his arm around the man’s neck and pulling him into his embrace.
As the man was forced to bend over and lower his head, Li Jinfang viciously kneed him in the throat.
The burly man in front of Gao Yang had, of course, been taken out by Li Jinfang.
In the blink of an eye, Li Jinfang had knocked down two people, targeting first the one further away from Gao Yang, making the man incapable of action before turning around to deal with the one in front of him, preventing the two who had drawn pistols from getting a chance to shoot.
In the flash of lightning, hardly anyone could grasp what had happened, except for the burly man who held Yelena and Natalia and seemed to be an expert.
After bellowing, he lunged at Li Jinfang, while Gao Yang’s hands still clung to the hands of the man in front of him.
Gao Yang, acting on instinct, took the pistol from the man he was holding and immediately fired at the burly man who was rushing towards Li Jinfang.
Just as the man was about to clash with Li, Gao Yang shot him in the temple from the side.
Without a gun in hand, Gao Yang was nothing, but with a gun, he instantly became the most threatening presence in the room.
Since he had opened fire, Gao Yang didn’t think about stopping.
Either empty the gun’s magazine or become a corpse to be carried away—the choice was glaringly obvious.
Pistols have a recoil, and aiming also takes time.
Gao Yang couldn’t possibly take down everyone in an instant, so he naturally chose the most threatening targets to shoot at first, sparing the person closest to him but shooting another burly man who had drawn a pistol.
Gao Yang fired, while the man closest to him lunged at him.
However, Li Jinfang was fiercely aggressive.
With a step like an arrow, he leaned down, and his right fist shot out straight, punching the belly of the burly man charging at Gao Yang, sending him flying upward half a meter before he fell to the ground, facing the sky.
While Li Jinfang was dealing with the threat near Gao Yang, Gao had switched from holding the pistol with one hand to a two-handed grip, continuously pulling the trigger.
As long as he saw someone move, he fired at them.
In just four or five seconds, Gao Yang unleashed five shots.
One shot, one kill, each person shot in the head.
This was Gao Yang’s habit; shooting clay pigeons had made him more accustomed to aiming at small but fatal targets, and he had the skill to make every shot a headshot.
After firing five times, there was no one left standing in the room.
In desperation, Gao Yang also shot someone from the bar.
Combined with the three people Li Jinfang had taken down, it turned out that the least threatening fat man had survived.
Gao Yang aimed his gun at the fat man, who was terrified, babbling something incomprehensible.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Gao Yang shot the fat man, exploding his head.
He then shrugged at the stunned Lao Liu and Li Jinfang, saying, “I don’t understand what he’s saying.”
Li Jinfang gave Gao Yang a thumbs up and said, “Nice shooting.”
Gao Yang nodded and responded, “Nice moves.”
After speaking, Gao Yang pointed the pistol at the burly man lying at his feet.
Li Jinfang had knocked him down, and Gao Yang wanted to put one more bullet in him, but Li Jinfang shook his head and said gravely, “Don’t waste bullets; he’s dead.”
Gao Yang looked and saw that the burly man, who had been punched in the stomach by Li Jinfang, still showed a slight tremor while lying on the ground.
Gao Yang fired a shot to end his suffering with a flick of his wrist.
Yelena got up from the ground with tears in her eyes.
She looked at Gao Yang, then at Li Jinfang, and finally at the bodies lying all around the room.
Eventually, she covered her mouth and started sobbing, but her eyes, now looking at Gao Yang, were filled with gratitude and shining stars.
After confirming there was no one alive left in the room, Gao Yang gave a wry smile to Natalia and said, “Now it looks like you have no choice but to leave with us.”
Having been rescued from the brink of death, one could only imagine the emotions Yelena and Natalia felt.
With a hoarse voice, Yelena said, “Thank you, thank you.”
Gao Yang bitterly smiled and replied, “No need for thanks, just run with us.
Ah, how did things turn out like this again?”