Big conspiracy, great conspiracy

  The fire door's hinges were well-lubricated, and under Zhang Jing's steady control, it made almost no sound. The police sirens outside the building and the constant din of the crowd covered up any noise that might have been made, even with the sensitive single-soldier earplugs inserted into their ears in the corridor, they didn't detect this slight disturbance.

  When Zhang Jin pulled the door open to a gap just enough for himself to rush out, he stopped and paid attention to the positions of the three small dots on the mini map while calculating the distance between the three people and himself according to his own map scale.

  A few seconds later, when the two red dots marked by him as No. 1 and No. 2 were passing each other at a distance of six or seven meters from himself, while the third red dot marked by himself as No. 3 was still going in the opposite direction more than ten meters away in the corridor, Zhang Jin's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.

  Less than a second later, when his figure reappeared, he was already beside the third person, who was previously the farthest from him. In the blink of an eye, he had traversed over ten meters, his movement as swift and eerie as a ghost. Even at this point, the metal fire door that he had pulled open with a gap of about one person wide still couldn't be closed completely, showing just how terrifyingly fast he was!

  Then, the three tall and powerful bandits who were on high alert just a second ago suddenly fell to the ground silently, and three lives slipped away. After the autopsy, the forensic doctor would find that the cause of death for all three was a small hole about the size of a cow's hair that penetrated the pineal gland, brain, and brainstem. The only difference was that the small hole on the head of No. 1 was like the guard on the third floor, entering from the front; while the small holes on the heads of No. 2 and No. 3 entered from the back of the jade pillow hole.

  It's unclear whether Zhang Jin's adaptability and acceptance are strong, or if the old Chinese saying "once born, twice familiar" is taking effect. In any case, after his second murder, Zhang Jin showed no signs of discomfort, only a calm expression with a slight curl of his lips, and even had the mood to quietly praise himself: "As Li Bai's 'The Brave Warrior' says, 'killing one person in ten steps' is nothing more than this!" Although his tone was light, it revealed a faint hint of bloodthirstiness and a clear scent of killing intent. It seems that after killing four people, Zhang Jin has become somewhat abnormal.

  But Zhang Jin's next sentence, muttered under his breath, completely destroyed the image of a master who had just been described as "three steps to kill one person, heart stops but hands don't stop". "With a ghostly figure and needles that can kill people... how did I suddenly feel like I'm so similar to Dongfang sister except for not wearing a red robe? I'm cold!"

  Keep going up.

  The fifth floor, where the hostages are concentrated, is also the most densely populated floor for bandits. According to Zhang Jin's small map, the remaining 14 bandits, except for three on the first floor, one on the second floor, and two on the rooftop, all eight are on this fifth floor.

  Although the crisis of the fifth floor was several times more than that of the previous four floors, Zhang Jin was no longer the Zhang Jin who had not killed a few minutes ago. After two easy killings, ending the lives of four fresh lives, Zhang Jin had completely crossed the psychological barrier of normal people to kill. He was even more confident in the face of the upcoming situation, although he still had some concerns about the powerful weapons in the hands of the bandits. However, based on his confidence in his own speed, this "slightly" weight was actually a little smaller, and it could almost be ignored.

  When Zhang Jin arrived at the door connecting the fifth floor corridor and the fire passage, he was about to open the door when he suddenly accelerated to a crazy speed, and with a gust of air, he knocked out the four bandits guarding the corridor behind the door. The sound of the bandit's conversation with someone through the intercom on the other side of the door, about five or six meters away, caused Zhang Jin's outstretched hand to shrink back, and he perked up his ears to listen quietly.

  This building is an old one with a long history, so the sound insulation is naturally poor. Therefore, inside and outside the building, the sounds of people's voices, car engines, and police sirens are muffled but still audible. However, for Zhang Jin, whose mental state has now reached 50 points, noise is not a problem at all. Whether it's the voice of the thug just a few meters away from the door or the faint sound coming from the communication device, everything enters his ears clearly.

  The first thing that caught his attention was the voice coming from the wireless communication device of this bandit. It was a middle-aged man's voice, speaking authentic American English.

  "'Grey Bear' has now arrived at the designated location, and the operation will officially begin in twenty-five minutes. According to the pre-arranged battle plan, our people will take control of the airspace in this area within fifteen minutes under the pretext of assisting local government anti-terrorism efforts by helicopter. I require you to clear the scene before the helicopter arrives. Once the helicopter arrives, board it directly and carry out a thorough all-around explosion on the scene!"

  The bandit on the other end of the receiver seemed to have some conscience, and his tone was somewhat embarrassed: "Sir, are you... certain that you want to bury all 61 hostages here? There are four compatriots among them!"

  The officer on the other end of the line responded seriously: "Soldier, are you questioning the Special Operations Command's orders? I'll repeat it again, what you heard is correct, because only this way can we maximize the attraction of the cavalry to the Gray Bear. Let that woman who might threaten our plan shut up forever!"

  At this point, the voice on the other end of the communicator paused and changed to a tone of sorrow: "As for those four compatriots, our motherland will remember them. Their sacrifice is valuable for us to return to the South China Sea and for our interests in Asia. And you - my soldiers - will also be heroes who achieve our strategic goals!"

  Hearing the words on the other side of the communicator, the bandit commander still hesitated, "But..."

  It seemed that the old man on the other side of the communicator knew the concerns of this bandit commander, and he cut off his next words: "Don't worry, the consequences of this operation will be taken care of by the Gray Bear's people, and it won't affect our country's image at all. Now, I order you to execute the command immediately!" The last sentence was at least eight decibels louder.

  "Yes!" The bandit outside the door finally showed his true face as a soldier, not only answering strongly but also involuntarily standing at attention.

  "Indeed, there is a conspiracy! And it seems to be a big one! Thinking that if he hadn't rushed over, the witch who had been worrying him all night would have been a dead certainty, Zhang Jin couldn't help but feel some burning anger and murderous intent!"

  Then, with a murderous intent, Zhang Jin no longer cared about the positions of the few people outside the door being suitable for his surprise attack. Without hesitation, he suddenly and violently opened the fire door, like an invisible and intangible phantom, pouncing on the action commander who had just finished the call! The speed was absolutely the fastest he could achieve at this moment.

  It must be admitted that the highest commander of this action team is indeed worthy of being the leader of the eighteen arhats, and still has two brushes.

  At least, he did not die as unaware as the six people who died at Zhang Jin's hands before. Instead, when Zhang Jin just pulled open the fire door, he had a sense of danger and vaguely sensed the direction of the threat.

  When the fire door opened, he had already started to turn around, squat down and raise his gun with the fastest speed and most perfect response method. The thousands of times of training made his movements perfectly textbook-like. His excellent neural reaction speed and athletic ability also enabled this elite commander to complete the entire action within 0.3 seconds, and aim and shoot within another 0.2 seconds! From turning around to firing, the whole process only took 0.5 seconds, which is absolutely the strength that only the most elite soldiers can possess.

  Unfortunately, Zhang Jin, who has no psychological barriers and is even more furious, can't be measured by human standards.

  0.5 seconds? For Zhang Jin's tense state, that was an eternity.

  So the commander's swift and decisive response was in vain, as he had barely turned halfway when he had to stop, stiffened for less than a second before collapsing to the ground. Along with him, three comrades-in-arms who were still ten meters away from him also fell to the ground at the same time.

  This commander's excellence beyond his peers earned him a unique distinction: due to his premature reaction, his body half-turned, his wound was not on his forehead or the back of his head, but on his temple!

  The place where all the hostages were gathered was a room of over 100 square meters, also the largest conference room in this bank. It is estimated that the entire building can only accommodate all these people in this room.

  Because the windows facing the street were heavily covered with thick curtains, the entire room was dark and almost pitch black; because the bandits had deliberately cut off the power supply of the building, this crowded room with over sixty people had no air conditioning or fans. Adding to that the hot and humid weather in Southeast Asia during the peak summer season made the whole room even hotter, like a steamer, with an absolute temperature higher than body temperature. It's estimated that even if the military police outside used infrared devices to detect this room, they would only get a patch of red representing high heat. This should also be the reason why these soldiers disguised as bandits wore micro-light night vision goggles instead of infrared night vision goggles.

  In the room, apart from two fully armed bandits holding guns and occasionally walking around the room, the other sixty or so hostages huddled together with their heads bowed, even though they were already drenched in sweat and on the verge of collapse, not daring to move an inch.

  Darkness, heat, fear and suffocation prolonged the time of the trapped hostages, but when they thought about the possibility of death at any moment, they hoped that time would be prolonged even more.

  Immersed in this chaotic and complicated emotion, the hostages who were already on high alert would not have noticed that the door of the conference room was quietly opened, nor could they have seen a black shadow slipping into the room through the gap of less than half a meter when the door was only slightly ajar.

  Until two people in the crowded hostage group suddenly fell silently to the ground, the people next to them who were squeezed by these two people screamed out in terror. This terrified cry, in the darkness where one could not see their fingers, brought an unimaginable terrifying effect, causing the entire hostage group, which was already on the verge of collapse, to erupt into chaotic screams and chaos.

  In the end, this chaos was due to the lack of suppression by the original gangsters who were guarding them, and it became more and more uncontrollable. The cries for help and screams were all mixed up.

  Just as the room was in a state of chaos, the door to the conference room suddenly opened again without making a sound. The agile black shadow that had rushed into the conference room from the darkness earlier now stumbled out with an unsteady gait.

  Heiying was indeed Zhang Jin, and the killing in the conference room went as smoothly as he had imagined. The two armed thugs and the two hidden among the hostages were all killed by Zhang Jin in a flash of lightning, but when he completed the final rescue of the hostages, he did not feel any joy, instead, he was shrouded in a deep sense of fear - because among the 61 hostages in the room, there was no Ye Hong.

  Zhang Jin thought of a possibility: Ye Hong, that stubborn witch, was killed in the process of resisting when the bandits were driving away the hostages.

  "I must find out again! If I don't see the person, I won't rest until I see the corpse. Otherwise, I will never be at peace." Zhang Jin barely maintained this almost collapsing conviction. The surging killing intent made him breathe like an angry bull, his terrifying eyes red as if blood-soaked.