Infinite 1000-meter robot, wiped out the human traffickers at the start.

All eyes were on their Mo Ge; now only the other side had a gun.

Although they knew their boss definitely had a gun, they didn't dare suggest he be at the forefront.

Old Mo gripped his pistol tightly and quickened his pace toward the stairwell.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and cautiously peeked his head out towards the bottom.

boom!

thump!

Old Mozu!

A bloody hole bloomed with blood in the center of his forehead, between his eyebrows, and fresh blood gushed out.

The crowd, who had been full of anticipation, turned pale upon seeing this scene and rushed into the adjacent room, slamming the door shut.

The two slower guys panicked when they saw the person in front of them go in and close the door immediately.

Bang bang bang!

"Open the door! Open the door! I haven't come in yet!"

However, how could the people inside possibly open the door for him at this time? Not only did they not open the door, they were also quickly pulling something and blocking it from behind the door.

The person at the door glanced in the direction where Yao Mi had entered, and without waiting long, knocked twice, then turned and rushed towards the room at the front of the corridor.

Bang! Thud!

Two gunshots rang out, and the two people outside the door who hadn't entered the room fell to the ground.

Hearing the gunshots outside, everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spines; this was the first time they had felt the crisis brought about by this industry.

Meanwhile, chaos had also broken out outside the club, with passersby and business people alike fleeing in panic.

They never imagined that a gunfight would suddenly break out right next to their homes.

At this time, the phone at the nearby police station was ringing off the hook.

The sound of police sirens could be heard all over the street, even from inside the house.

On the rooftop of the club, the boss opened the curtains and looked down. Then, he glanced at the direction of the office door, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Who sent someone to kill me? He thought of all his enemies but couldn't come up with an answer. He considered himself to be very cautious and never offended those he couldn't afford to offend. Suddenly, a name flashed through his mind. It was the person he had been asked to arrest in a phone call earlier that day. Could it be him?

No, impossible. He's just a poor kid with no background. How could it be him?

He turned around and went to the cabinet next to him, and gently pressed one of the buttons.

The next moment, the cabinet popped out and moved to the side.

There's another mezzanine room behind this; it's his backup plan.

The wall of the mezzanine is made of red bricks and is 20 centimeters thick. Even if you tap on it, you can't tell that there is a hollow space behind it.

The switch is even more concealed, appearing to blend seamlessly into the cabinet at first glance; it can only be activated by pressing it firmly if you know its location.

Once inside, the door quickly closed from the inside.

The underlings downstairs and upstairs were unaware that their boss had gone into hiding, but even if they had known, they wouldn't have cared.

Bang bang bang!

The door lock was shot to pieces, and then the robot threw a grenade through the hole.

The people inside the house turned pale the moment they saw what was on the ground!

They hadn't expected the other side to have even prepared grenades; they clearly had no intention of leaving alive.

The authorities will definitely not let this go once such a weapon is used.

boom!

A violent shockwave blasted the door away, but the Yaomi robot didn't even flinch.

In the next room, several thugs heard the commotion outside and their expressions changed drastically.

"It's over, it's over, the other side has gone mad, they're even using grenades."

One of them punched the wall next to him and cursed, "Damn it, who the hell messed with this guy? Don't you know who you can mess with and who you can't? If I find out, I'll kill him first."

"What's the point of saying all this now? People are still blocking the way outside."

"How about we go down through the window? It's better than being trapped here and dying, right?"

"Yes, yes, the police will be here soon. If we just hold out a little longer, that guy outside will be dead!"

"Exactly, how dare they use grenades and firearms in the middle of the city? They're asking for trouble."

Just as the group was climbing out of the window, gunshots shattered their door lock.

The expressions on their faces suddenly tightened, and they stared nervously toward the doorway.

"Hurry up! Damn it, what are you standing there for? Are you waiting to get bombed?"

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up, fuck!"

Several people rushed toward the window, nearly knocking some of them off the building several times.

The people downstairs looked up at this place from a short distance away and immediately spotted the group. They then pointed and gestured.

"Look, a few people have escaped over there."

"These guys are hopeless. They're so high up, and there's not even a water pipe next to them. If they jump, they might be permanently disabled. They'd be better off dead."

"What are you saying? At least you can survive, which is better than death."

"Heh, just surviving? You haven't seen the scorn and bullying those who surviving have endured! Sigh, never mind, I can't explain it to you."

The other person pursed their lips and stopped talking.

The crowd looked at the people hanging outside the windows with indifference and no sympathy, as if they were just watching a spectacle.

One of them frowned as he looked up and suggested, "Should we find something underneath them to catch them? That way, if they fall, it can cushion the fall."

Upon hearing this, everyone glanced at him.

"Have you ever wondered why these people ran away?"

"Of course, we have to run for our lives."

"Yes, they're fleeing for their lives. Why are they fleeing?"

"They must be being hunted down."

"Look, you know someone's chasing them, and you still go to help them. What if the assassin mistakes you for an accomplice? Will he shoot you?"

Upon hearing this, the man shuddered; he hadn't expected this at all.

"Hehe, hehe, well... I just said it offhand... just said it offhand."

Just then, a loud bang was heard.

Then several screams rang out!

Bang bang bang!

Everyone was startled by this sudden turn of events and quickly covered their heads and crouched down to hide.

A moment later, feeling safe, everyone looked up and saw several people lying on the ground in front of them, screaming and groaning. The window where these people had been standing upstairs had been blown to pieces!

At the same time, several police cars, now out of order, came speeding by from a short distance away. One of them screeched to a halt downstairs, and a fully armed policeman jumped out of one of the cars.

"Hurry, hurry, faster!"

One after another, fully armed police officers jumped out of the vehicles and rushed towards the entrance of the clubhouse.

At the same time, the surrounding residents were quickly evacuated to the side and a cordon was set up.

A man who appeared to be in charge, holding a walkie-talkie, said with a serious expression, "Operation! The safety of the hostages must be guaranteed! Any terrorists who resist, shoot them on the spot!"