Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 201 Ghostly Appearances

The wealthy businessmen squatted on the ground, too afraid to move.

The bandits stood around, guns raised, but didn't move.

The atmosphere was very strange.

Just then, a person walked in from the bar entrance.

The bandits looked up.

It's "Jimmy".

Jimmy strode in, his gaze sweeping over the bound guests and then over the remaining bandits.

Then he waved his hand, made a gesture, and wrote on the cardboard.

Follow me, everyone!

The bandits were stunned.

One of the thugs mustered up his courage and stepped forward, writing on a piece of cardboard.

McDonald's wants us to stay here.

Jimmy sneered.

He pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the bandit.

"Bang!"

The gunshots were particularly loud in the quiet bar.

The bandit didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and went still.

The other bandits immediately became obedient.

No one dared to voice their doubts anymore.

Jimmy waved his hand again with a cold face.

This time, everyone made a move.

They obediently followed Jimmy and left the bar.

The bound guests looked at each other in bewilderment as they watched this scene.

What's going on?

Did those bandits just leave like that?

Pingzi asked first, her eyes wide open, her chest heaving with each breath.

"What's going on? Why has everyone left?"

Even though she wasn't a police officer, she could see the strangeness of this hijacking.

It's bad enough that everyone's acting in silence, but now they're not even keeping anyone to watch them?

Do you really think they're that honest?

Only the group of bound men and the corpse on the ground remained in the bar.

Pingzi looked at Yazi, who was frowning, seemingly deep in thought.

And look at those wealthy businessmen, some of them have already started sneaking out!

A bald, middle-aged man was struggling to move his bound hands and feet, crawling towards the door like a caterpillar.

He moved slowly and carefully, afraid of making a sound that might alert the bandits who might still be nearby.

Seeing this, another person began to follow suit.

The third one, the fourth one.

Soon, seven or eight people began to slip out.

Dianeson crouched in the corner, looking left and right.

His eyes searched for something in the crowd.

What about the couple?

That man, the guy who broke the chair back.

And his beautiful girlfriend, it seems she's really not here?

When did they run away?!

He had been staring at the bandits the whole time and hadn't paid any attention to his surroundings.

Did those two guys slip away in the chaos?

Dianeson was furious.

He still wants to get revenge on that guy!

Suddenly.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out from outside, rapid and fierce.

The wealthy businessmen who had already slipped to the door suddenly stopped in their tracks, their expressions incredibly interesting.

Fear, hesitation, and resentment—a mix of emotions swirled together.

Then they started walking back.

They walked even faster than when they slipped out earlier.

Gunshots are coming from outside, which means the bandits are still there!

It's safer here!

At least there are walls here, there's shelter, and there are other people to share the burden with!

Everyone shrank back to their original positions, their faces deathly pale.

A short while later, a guy with a big nose walked in.

The guy was wearing a white suit, his hair was slicked back, and he had a cynical smile on his face.

His pace was casual, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this person's face.

Who is this person?

An hour later.

McDonald led Jimmy and the others back to the bar.

His face looked even worse, as black as the bottom of a pot, and the veins around his eyes were throbbing.

Meng Bo was not caught.

That bastard is like an eel, slippery and elusive, darting around the boat, impossible to catch.

They chased him for a full hour, from bow to stern, from deck to deck, but every time they were about to catch him, he would suddenly vanish without a trace.

It's like they can turn invisible.

McDonald's is very angry right now.

He decided to try a different strategy.

They used the guests as hostages to force Meng Bo to come out.

Don't you like meddling in other people's business? Don't you like saving people?

Alright, I'll use these people to force you to show yourself.

He strode into the bar, ready to gather all the hostages together.

Then he froze.

The bar was completely empty.

All the bound guests had disappeared.

The bandits who remained behind had all disappeared.

Only one person remained lying on the ground.

a corpse.

He was one of the bandits who stayed behind.

McDonald walked over and looked down at the corpse.

That was one of his men, an old colleague who had been with him for three years.

There was a bullet hole in his chest, and blood was still gushing out.

He stared at the corpse without saying a word.

The muscles in his face were twitching.

Jimmy and the other thugs stood behind, not daring to breathe.

a long time.

McDonald took a deep breath.

Then he picked up a pen and quickly wrote several lines of large characters on the cardboard.

Everyone, search!

Even if it means capsizing the ship, we must find those people!

[And that bastard who impersonated Jimmy!]

I want to kill him with my own hands!

[And Meng Bo too!]

The characters were written very large and forcefully, almost puncturing the cardboard.

Those huge exclamation marks seemed to be roaring.

The bandits looked at each other, then nodded, preparing to act.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared from the corner.

The person emerged from the shadows with unhurried steps, like a ghost born from darkness.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the man's face.

Then they all looked at Jimmy in the group.

Jimmy was also stunned for three seconds.

That face...that nose, those eyes, that mouth...

Exactly the same as him!

Even twins don't look this alike!

Once Jimmy realized what was happening, he immediately pointed his gun at the man.

But just as he pulled the trigger, he suddenly found himself unable to move.

My finger was frozen on the trigger, and I couldn't pull it.

My arm was frozen in mid-air, and I couldn't move it no matter what I did.

My whole body felt like it was frozen in place, completely out of my control.

Then he saw "Jimmy" on the other side raise his gun.

The gun barrel was dark and pointed at his forehead.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Jimmy's vision went black and he collapsed to the ground.

Blood flowed from between his eyebrows and spread across the clean floor.

McDonald's eyes widened.

"Fire!"

He opened his mouth and shouted.

But no sound came out.

He then remembered that he was mute.

The other bandits also realized what was happening and raised their guns.

But Jimmy's speed was like that of a ghost.

He moved.

No, that's not movement, that's flickering.

He appeared in front of a bandit and fired a shot.

The bandit fell to the ground before he could pull the trigger.

He appeared behind another bandit and fired another shot.

Another one.

Another one.

His movements were so fast that the bandits couldn't even see them.

They only saw a shadow weave through the crowd, and then their companions fell one by one.