Wang Miao carefully stuck his head out and nervously looked at the group of people who had just arrived on the first floor.
In his sight, the group of people quickly dispersed, each looking for a place on the first floor that could be used as a shelter to set up defenses.
In fact, there were not many suitable shelters on the first floor, but they hid so cleverly that Wang Miao could not see them at all as long as he did not look up.
Wang Miao was stunned. How did these people hide so perfectly? Thinking back to their performance when they entered the building just now, he felt very embarrassed and ashamed, and he simply didn't want to think about it anymore.
Their movements seemed clumsy and amateurish, even a little ridiculous.
They had just engaged in a fierce confrontation with hundreds of fully armed special forces. You could say they were just delivering their food, but also, their life was not lived in vain.
Facing the powerful enemy before us, there is no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.
"Hehehe..."
Wang Miao smiled self-deprecatingly, he didn't expect that he could still live to this day.
At this moment, the only hope is to hope that the leader of the other side is a true people's army. It would be best if he were bombarded by his moral cannon just now and his soul was hurt!
But if the other party is a private armed force, then he would probably have to lose more than 100 pounds of his own weight here today.
Wang Miao paid close attention to the dynamics on the first floor, and at the same time pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds upstairs, praying silently in his heart, hoping that the leader opposite him was a moral god! !
At this moment, a hearty and somewhat kind voice suddenly sounded and reached the ears of everyone present.
"You are their leader, right?"
"I don't want to embarrass you. In fact, I know why you came here, and you know it better than I do."
Upstairs, Chen Bufan raised his lips slightly, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes. "Now, as long as you put your hands on your head and go up to the third floor to surrender, I swear that I will only embarrass you, not others. And I will release all your men immediately. A real man should keep his word. How about it?"
"Fuck! Damn it!"
Hearing this, Wang Miao's face instantly became extremely ugly, and he cursed in his heart.
He had hoped that Chen Bufan was a moral being, but he didn't expect him to be a hairless beast without any moral bottom line!
At this moment, he regretted speaking just now. If he hadn't spoken, perhaps his men could have fought back and there might have been a glimmer of hope.
But now, Chen Bufan seized the opportunity and directly sowed discord.
Wang Miao lay on the ground, his face livid. He stared at the younger brother beside him and couldn't help but roared, "Don't even think about stirring up trouble here! You killed so many of us, how could you let them go? You're trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife!"
Chen Bufan laughed helplessly, his voice carrying a hint of teasing and mockery: "Hahahaha...you guys, take a good look at how many people are down there! If I want to kill you, do I need to use someone else's knife to kill you? Is it because our guns are not powerful enough? Or is it because you are too stubborn?"
Hearing Chen Bufan's words, the gunmen on the second floor couldn't help but be shocked.
They looked at each other, and the gunmen raised their heads and looked towards the first floor.
When they saw the scene before them, everyone was stunned.
In the hall on the first floor, dense crowds of people filled up all the shelters. Everyone was holding a gun, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at their position on the second floor, which made the gunmen on the second floor feel desperate in an instant.
The gunmen watched this scene in horror, their faces turned pale as paper, and in just a moment, they felt a powerful pressure.
Only now did they realize that they had completely underestimated the enemy's strength.
The gunmen looked at the people downstairs in panic, with fear and helplessness in their eyes. They couldn't defeat fifty people, let alone hundreds of people now?
The gunmen retreated to a safe area and lay on the ground. Their eyes were all cast towards Wang Miao. Their hearts were filled with fear and despair. They were now on the verge of life and death.
At this tense moment, if they hand over Wang Miao, perhaps they still have a chance of survival.
After all, the other party had just promised that as long as Wang Miao surrendered, they would give them a chance to live. Although this promise might be just empty words, facing the threat of death, people are often willing to believe in any glimmer of hope.
Wang Miao looked at these people in despair and said, "Why are you looking at me? Are you crazy? Can you easily believe the words of the enemy? I am the confidant of the city lord Li Haotian! If you dare to harm me, the city lord will never let you go!"
These gunmen were already shrouded in fear and turned a deaf ear to Wang Miao's words. They had only one thought in their minds, and that was to survive.
A gunman stared at Wang Miao grimly and said coldly: "Manager Wang, go and surrender yourself, or we will take you there. The situation is critical now. Not to mention the city lord Li Haotian, even Long Aotian can't save you! We don't want to die, so we have to let you go! Manager Wang...!"
Chen Bufan, who was upstairs, heard the voices coming from downstairs and smiled with satisfaction.
He knew that at the critical moment of life and death, the so-called loyalty and morality of these gunmen were nothing but passing clouds.
He cleverly took advantage of this to put Wang Miao in trouble and achieve his own goal.
Don’t you like playing with morality? Then let me let you experience the pressure of morality! Now it seems that he succeeded.
Wang Miao looked at Li Meng who was forcing him to surrender, his face turned extremely pale, his lips trembled slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He knew that his fate was in the hands of someone else, and that person was Li Meng.
Although his heart was filled with fear, Wang Miao did not want to die. With despair and anger flashing in his eyes, he screamed bitterly: "Do you want to rebel? I am Wang Miao, you can't do this to me!"
As he said this, he raised the gun in his hand and tried to shoot Li Meng and kill the leader of the trouble.
But at this moment, a gunshot broke the silence, faster than Wang Miao's.
"boom!"
"what!!"
As the gunshot rang out, Wang Miao's wrist was hit and the pistol fell to the ground.
"Ah!!! Li Meng! How dare you attack me! The city lord will not let you go!" Wang Miao covered his severed hand, his face as pale as paper, his eyes full of despair and anger. He didn't expect that Li Meng would actually dare to attack him.
Li Meng sneered, winked at his men, and said, "Take Steward Wang up!"