Unlike those fanatics who were completely unafraid of death, although the man with the crutch had made up his mind to join them and become one of them, before the ritual was completed, he was still a rational ordinary person. Of course, he didn't want to risk his life.
So he didn't go downstairs. Instead, he took advantage of the fierce battle below, holding his shotgun and sneaking to the corridor. He picked a place where he couldn't be easily noticed and could see Zhang Heng, and set up his gun.
All these years, he had been plagued by nightmares. In order to prevent himself from completely falling into madness, he had not dared to contact the outside world. He was afraid that he would learn more about that thing. He couldn't watch TV or go online, so hunting had become his biggest pastime. As a result, his marksmanship improved a lot, and it was a kind of comfort.
However, after witnessing the battle between Zhang Heng and the fanatics, and seeing that Zhang Heng could still pay attention to Ole and Alicia while being besieged, the man with the crutch knew that he was no match for Zhang Heng when it came to marksmanship.
This was also the reason why he chose to sneak attack, and he was very patient. He waited until Zhang Heng ran out of bullets and put away the gun before making a move.
Although at least a dozen more fanatics died, it could further ensure his safety. Since those fanatics didn't care about their own lives, the man with the crutch had no reason to worry about them. However, when Zhang Heng held the knife and began to kill, the man with the crutch knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally come.
The distance between the two sides was about twenty meters. At this distance, he might not be able to hit Zhang Heng's vital points, but it was almost impossible for him to miss.
Anyway, it didn't make any difference. With the power of the shotgun, as long as it hit, it basically meant that the battle was over. Besides, there were so many fanatics below, so there was no need to worry about no one killing him.
The man with the crutch half-knelt on the ground, loaded the gun, loaded it, and aimed at the target. However, the next moment, his eyelids twitched because he saw Zhang Heng suddenly raise his head and look in his direction.
Have I been discovered?
The man with the crutch was amazed by Zhang Heng's terrifying observation skills. But so what? No matter how powerful Zhang Heng's knife skills were, it was impossible for him to fly over and slash him with the distance between them. However, the man with the crutch was also alarmed. He made up his mind at this moment.
Only one shot! Once he failed to kill the target with his first shot, he would not continue fighting. He would turn around and run. He did not care if those fanatics were dead or alive. However, if he did that, his identity would probably be exposed, and he would not be able to continue running the museum.
Although he wasn't interested in art at all, after all, he had been doing this for so many years, and he still had some nostalgia.
With that in mind, he had already stretched his finger to the trigger, but then he saw the uninvited guest downstairs put away a knife and pulled out a pistol from his waist.
The speed at which the opponent pulled out the gun was incredibly fast. It was almost comparable to the speed of the western cowboys in the movies. He was obviously one step later than him, but his finger touched the trigger before him.
A lot of thoughts flashed through the man's mind at this moment. He had enough reason to suspect that Zhang Heng was just bluffing. He saw very clearly in the surveillance video that Zhang Heng put away his gun after killing about a dozen fanatics. If it were not for the fact that he was out of bullets, there was no need for him to do so.
But after witnessing Zhang Heng's knife skills, the man with the crutch began to doubt this inference. These thoughts flashed in his mind, and he knew that he was running out of time. He had to make a decision immediately.
So the next moment, the man with the crutch decisively gave up on shooting and laid on the ground again. Just as his body was about to fall, a bullet hit the spot where he was originally standing.
The man with the crutch felt a lingering fear. He knew that if he hadn't given up at the last moment, he would have become a corpse by now. At the same time, he also felt incredulous that the guy below still had bullets in his gun.
There were a total of fifteen bullets in the Beretta M92F pistol's magazine. Zhang Heng had fired twelve shots earlier, and including this gun, he still had two bullets left. On one hand, he kept these bullets just in case. On the other hand, he really had no use for them.
He only shot to save Ole and Alesia. After killing the fanatics around them, he put away the gun again because it was more convenient for him to use a knife. As for the sneak attack on the second floor, Zhang Heng was already waiting for it.
Ole and Alesia had obviously fallen into a trap. Ole might have been a little reckless, but Alesia was still quite cautious. Logically speaking, the two shouldn't have just plunged into an ambush. Now, it was obvious that they had fallen into someone's trap. These fanatics were not afraid of death, and they were good at fighting. However, it was a little difficult to expect them to play any tricks.
So, there must be a commander behind them. Zhang Heng was initially worried that the commander had run away, but he found that someone on the second floor was secretly aiming at him. However, the guy's reaction was quite fast. As soon as he saw that something was wrong, he immediately hid.
However, what Zhang Heng didn't know was that the man with the crutch was extremely regretful at this moment. He could have left quietly while Zhang Heng was fighting the fanatics, but he had to shoot from the back.
In the end, not only did he fail to hit Zhang Heng, but his position was also exposed. So now, he could only lower his body as much as possible, crawling completely on the ground so that Zhang Heng couldn't see him. Then, he crawled in the direction of the safe passage.
In order to crawl as fast as possible, he threw away the shotgun in his hand because he knew that once Zhang Heng dealt with the fanatics below and caught up with him, he would definitely be no match for him in a head-on battle. For him, the only way to survive was to leave here before the battle below ended.
And that was what he did. He crawled all the way to the safe passage on his hands and feet, then fled to the parking lot with the crutch. He couldn't hear anything outside in the safe passage, and he didn't know what the situation was like outside. He didn't expect those fanatics to kill Zhang Heng. He just hoped that they could stop Zhang Heng for a while so that he could successfully get into the car.
However, when he went down the stairs to the first floor, he saw a figure at the end of the passage.
The man with the crutch looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief. He didn't expect Zhang Heng to move so quickly, and those fanatics were so useless. They didn't even last a minute.
Just when he thought that Zhang Heng would kill him, he saw Zhang Heng raise his eyebrows, and then shouted a name that no one had heard for a long time.
"Zarchus?"
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