Chapter 17
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"Don't move."
Just like Open Sesame in the story, Jiang Stops froze the moment the spell was uttered.
Even his mind seemed to have been frozen, blanking out for a brief moment.
Then, the entire row of railings toppled outwards, and Yan Ji fell from the sixth floor!
"…!"
Everything happened in the same second. Aje grabbed the top of the railing at the same time as he lost his balance, slipped, and climbed up with all his might. Yan Ji didn't even see what happened before he slid down.
It was said that people would subconsciously replay all the important scenes in their lives before they died. However, at that moment, Yan Ji's mind was completely blank. He didn't have time to think about anything.
Out of instinct, he clawed at the edge of the cement floor of the rooftop with his right hand, but he couldn't support the weight of his entire body. His claw only paused his fall for a moment, and in that fleeting moment, he grabbed the tilting railing with his right hand. * Clang! *
The rooftop of the sixth floor was nearly 20 meters above the ground.
The hollow iron pole hit the concrete floor and bent at a dangerous angle, suspending the one-handed Yan Jie in midair.
Yan Ji's scream was stuck in his throat. All the pores on his body opened up, and cold sweat poured out. At that moment, he finally understood that cold sweat wasn't just an adjective.
"F * ck …"
Yan Ji's near-death experience condensed into two short words. His other hand was groping for the iron pole, trying to climb up to the rooftop. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his fingers, and he almost let go of his grip and fell down.
Someone was trying to kill him!
It was the professional killer!
"It's been a few years since we last met. How have you been?"
Jiang Stops froze on the spot. The muzzle of the gun slowly moved from the back of his head to the back of his ear. It drew a semicircle around his ear, from his jawbone to his cheeks, like a lover's finger tracing his skin, and finally to his temple.
The voice came closer and whispered in his ear, "Are you afraid of death?"
Jiang Stops' hair was soaked, and sweat flowed down his cheeks to his chin.
The demonic bewitchment continued as he asked, "Are you afraid that the policeman will fall to his death?"
Not far from the edge of the rooftop, Aje stepped hard on Yan Ji's finger with the sole of his shoe. Then, he walked a few steps away, searched for a moment, and bent down to pick up a sharp stone.
"He didn't have to die. If it weren't for you, the story would have started a different way many years ago … "
Jiang Stops moved forward, but he only heard the sound of the gun muzzle clicking. The bullet was loaded!
"I said don't move," the owner of the voice mocked.
It was at this moment that the blurry sound of sirens could be heard from afar in the night. It gradually became clearer in the wind. Reinforcements had arrived!
"… Then shoot," Jiang Stops said coldly. His chest heaved up and down as he exhaled a hot, bloody breath. Inch by inch, he raised his finger and grabbed the muzzle of the gun. "Shoot, don't be a coward."
Then, he pushed the gun away and rushed out!
The gunshot might or might not have gone off, but in the chaos, no one noticed. Aje raised the stone and threw it at Yan Ji's bloody finger. The next moment, there was a gust of wind behind him, and he was thrown by Jiang Stops!
With the standard of a professional hitman, he shouldn't have been hit by anyone behind him. But Aje didn't expect Jiang Stops to pounce on him, and he was caught off guard. The two of them rolled and hit the door of the staircase a few steps away. The rusty lock couldn't withstand the force of the impact. With a bang, the iron door bounced open. Jiang Stops held onto Aje and rolled down the stairs.
Yan Ji gritted his teeth and climbed back to the rooftop from the sixth floor. He rubbed his eyes like a madman as he staggered to his feet and chased after Jiang Stops. He had just taken two steps when he heard a bang!
The bullet splashed up a trail of gravel and hit the ground right next to his feet!
Yan Ji turned around. In the night, a figure stood a few meters away with a gun in his hand.
The muzzle of the gun was aimed at him.
"…!" Aje cursed as he rolled, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. He was dragged down the stairs like a sandbag. In his panic, he only had time to reach out and hold the back of Jiang Stops' head. Boom! With a loud bang, they hit the concrete wall at the corner.
Cement shards poured down and scattered all over the ground.
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