Chapter 634 - 404: Wait… Master, Why Aren’t You Dead Yet!!_2

Chapter 634: Chapter 404: Wait... Master, Why Aren’t You Dead Yet!!_2

He paused for a moment, his Adam’s apple rolled once, and then he painfully added.

"They will detonate the bomb immediately, then... even if the hostages don’t fall to their deaths, there is no way they can survive the explosion of such magnitude."

The so-called "miniature" bomb, as analyzed by the expert group, has enough explosives to destroy the ropes along with nearby structural bodies completely.

This is an unsolvable double predicament - falling or being blown to smithereens.

All the guards’ gazes moved hopelessly between the two bombs yet fell helplessly.

This is not a rescue but a carefully planned public execution by the criminals.

"Beep beep beep - beep beep beep -"

An urgent and strident electronic sound pierced the tense atmosphere in the observation deck sharply.

This did not come from the command channel but from the pocket of the on-site commander - Mr. Feng.

The tactical experts who were passionately discussing around him fell silent in an instant, everyone’s gaze focused on him.

Mr. Feng frowned, a trace of impatience passed across his face at being interrupted.

But when he reached out for his private phone and saw the call remark flashing on the screen, his demeanor changed dramatically.

The impatience on Mr. Feng’s face instantly evaporated, replaced by automatic respect one feels towards a superior, even... a barely perceptible tension.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to pause everyone’s speech around him.

Then in a voice significantly different from the one in which he had just been issuing commands, slightly restrained, he answered the phone.

"Hello, this is Feng Jianguo."

An indisputable order came from the other end of the line: "Mr. Feng, we’ve just received notification from above, everyone should immediately retreat to the first floor, execute immediately."

"Retreat to the first floor?" Mr. Feng instinctively looked up at the two dangling figures from the tower top, his voice involuntarily rising: "But, what about these two people?

The criminals explicitly warned that any movement might trigger the bomb! Us retreating now, wouldn’t it..."

"The Lu Family is here."

The voice on the phone interrupted him, calm yet with an undeniable weight.

"All you need to do is follow my orders, now, immediately, everyone retreat to the first floor and wait for instructions."

"This is not a negotiation, it’s an order."

As the words ended, the phone was hung up, leaving a string of busy signals.

Mr. Feng held the phone, frozen in place.

He couldn’t fathom - those hanging are the most outstanding in the Lu Family’s third generation.

Lu Guanghai runs Yingnan City’s underground forces, Lu Guangchen is the boss of "Gold and Jade Cups."

With such identity, such dire situation.

Logically, it should be handled by us who have received professional training.

Mr. Feng quickly ran through his mind the contingency plan, "Even if the Lu Family came, can they handle the rescue better than us professionals?"

He looked again at Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen high in the air, a complex emotion flashed across his face - confusion, relief, but more a deep sense of powerlessness.

Well, this matter has already surpassed the level I can handle.

The bosses have spoken, what’s the use of me overthinking here?

If the sky falls, tall ones will hold it up, from this moment, this case is no longer my concern.

Regardless of whether the outcome is a tragedy or a miracle, the consequences will be entirely shouldered by the Lu Family.

When Mr. Feng picked up the communicator again, his voice had returned to the usual calm and authoritative tone, even with a trace of detachment.

"All units, immediately retreat to the lobby on the first floor and assemble to await orders, I repeat, retreat immediately!"

This order caused a slight disturbance and confusion among subordinates.

But strict discipline led them to execute promptly; the high-level platform previously tightly secured soon became deserted.

Only the figures of Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen continued swaying helplessly in the wind at a height of three hundred meters.

In the eastern suburbs of Yingnan City, a forgotten area of unfinished building complexes lay silently in the night.

Yet deep within the buildings, under one that had only a concrete frame, bizarrely shone a light.

On the spacious and rough concrete floor, several genuine leather sofas - incongruent with the surrounding dilapidated environment - were placed randomly.

In the middle were several skewed wooden tables piled high with beer bottles and greasy leftover food boxes, emitting the stench of overnight decay.

Most conspicuous was the gigantic LCD television.

A thick cable like a child’s arm extended from behind the television connecting to a roaring diesel generator in the corner, supplying raw and cheap energy to this ruin.

On the television screen, divided into multiple frames, the clearest image displayed the live view from the top floor of the Yingnan Tower three hundred meters above. ℴ

Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen, like puppets with broken strings, were weakly swaying in the wind, caught in sharp clarity by the HD lens.

Wei Feng, bare-chested, his muscles solid and rugged like mountain rocks, gleamed in the dim light with an oily sheen.

The intertwined old scars, like lurking centipedes, silently narrating the brutality of his fifteen-year overseas career.

He lounged deep in the primary seat of the sofa, one foot casually resting on the coffee table.

Wei Feng’s gaze occasionally fell on the screen at those two dying figures, the corner of his mouth curled into a curve mixed with delight and cruelty.

In the shadow behind him, four subordinates wearing black masks stood like statues.

"Fen, the cops retreated so briskly, could it be a trap?" A subordinate, compact and sharp-eyed, stepped forward half a pace and lowered his voice in inquiry.