Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Hearing the dense sound of footsteps coming from ahead.
Old Batou: "Let's charge to the left first, detour, and see what the situation is." He guessed that the people they encountered ahead might be the cruise ship's elite squad. It was understandable for such a top-tier auction to have an armed elite squad, but what was incomprehensible was: shouldn't such a squad be on the ship where he had set up the decoy? Why would they appear here?
Could it be that his decoy strategy had been discovered? The three of them quickly detoured to the left...
But they had just run past a corner.
"Stop..." Black Knife waved his hand to stop the three of them. His ears twitched slightly, and his expression was very grim: "Someone's there! Four or five of them! And they are all holding firearms..."
What?
Old Batou's heart sank completely. He could understand why there were so many guards in this place, but he could not understand why all these guards had firearms on them.
It didn't make sense, did it?
What on earth were they doing with so many guns?
...
White Whip: "Should we continue to detour?"
Old Batou: "We can't continue to detour... We've already crossed paths with the guards. Those people will definitely report the news, and more people will come soon."
"The only plan now is to force our way out!"
He pondered the cruise ship's layout: "As long as we pass through the three corners ahead, we can reach the underground speedboat bay to take a speedboat and leave. If we're lucky, we'll only face this one wave of people."
"Charge..."
He made the decision immediately...
Black Knife and White Whip were not indecisive people either; as soon as Old Batou finished speaking, the three of them rushed out.
Opposite.
Several security personnel saw Black Knife and the others and opened fire without hesitation...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The three of them dodged frantically, while the blade in Black Knife's hand slashed out wildly:
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of bullets hitting the blade rang out continuously. Similarly, White Whip also quickly swung his whip at the several armed personnel, knocking the firearms out of their hands.
Old Batou: "White Whip! Whip over a gun..."
White Whip's whip had just coiled around a gun and he was instinctively about to pull it away, but upon hearing Old Batou's words, he coiled it back:
Whoosh!
Old Batou took the gun smoothly and fired three shots in a row:
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two security personnel fell to the ground. Black Knife had also rushed in front of those people; with a swift strike of his blade, the remaining Bodyguards all fell to the ground, unable to get up.
Huff, huff, huff...
All three of them were gasping for breath frantically.
They looked at each other:
There were quite a few bullet dents on the blade in Black Knife's hand, and one could see a large amount of blood gushing from the web between his thumb and index finger.
He was still doing relatively well!
There were bloodstains on White Whip's arms and thighs, and his left arm in particular looked like it had been shot...
White Whip: "It's fine, it didn't hit the bone!"
Old Batou was the worst off! His thigh had been shot! And it looked like the injury was not light; blood was gushing out.
Old Batou: "It's nothing!" Although he said it was nothing, the slight furrow of his brow betrayed him, proving that his injury was more serious than White Whip's and likely hit the bone.
...
The three of them were very formidable!
They were pillars of the Northern Sect grave robbing world. Black Knife and White Whip both had high combat stats; with weapons in hand, they could usually fight their way out against dozens of people, but they were born in the wrong era...
This was 2014!
This was the 21st century!
The era of cold weapons had become a thing of the past!
Firearms had officially taken the stage!
No matter how high their combat stats were, they were nothing in front of firearms. For the three of them to be able to achieve this level against six armed security personnel was already considered extremely badass.
Even:
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was ridiculously impressive!
...
White Whip: "Old Batou... you..."
Old Batou: "It's fine..." He pulled a rope from his bosom and tied up the spot where he had been shot.
Black Knife: "How about I treat your wounds first..."
Shot!
Especially with an injury like Old Batou's where the bone was hit, not treating it in time could lead to aftereffects...
...
Old Batou: "There's no time... hurry and go..."
Black Knife and White Whip didn't dawdle either; being wishy-washy at this time would be pure suicide. The three of them quickly rushed toward the next corner, but as soon as they reached it, their expressions changed completely.
There were enemies!
At least a dozen or twenty of them...
And... they all had guns!
At this moment: all three felt a bit desperate. Being able to rush out just now was just luck; could they still rush out now while facing over a dozen enemies...
At this moment.
Old Batou gritted his teeth and took the two qilin seals out of his bosom, giving one each to Black Knife and White Whip: "In a moment, I'll throw a smoke bomb, and you two charge directly toward the yacht area..."
"Yacht number three! The key is right next to the yacht's switch..."
"Whoever makes it out, just leave directly..."
He didn't even give Black Knife and White Whip a chance to react and directly threw a thunderbolt bomb toward the corner:
Boom...
A large cloud of smoke immediately filled the corner!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The three of them rushed out...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dense gunfire rang out at the corner, along with the sounds of metal clashing, blades, and whips.
After a long while.
The smoke gradually dissipated...
...
It could be seen that the figures of Black Knife and White Whip had disappeared inside the corner, but Old Batou had been captured by two security personnel.
A moment later:
Denison walked over with a cold face. A Bodyguard beside him quickly stepped forward to search Old Batou, then shook his head:
"Mr. Denison! Nothing!"
Denison stared fixedly at Old Batou: "You old thing, where is the qilin seal!"
Old Batou: "The qilin seal? Heh... Is something from China something you can obtain? Give up on that thought..."
Denison: "You old thing, I see you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit..." He angrily berated the other security personnel: "Where are those two people..."
: "They've already run away, we've already sent people to chase them..."
Denison: "Damn it! These bastards must be heading for the speedboat area. They want to take a speedboat to leave. Quick! Send people to blockade the speedboat area!"
Old Batou laughed loudly: "Haha... blockading now... it's too late..."
Denison: "Damn it! You old thing! Beat him to death for me..."
The security personnel on both sides were about to make a move.
At this moment.
A voice suddenly came from the corner—it was Black Knife:
"Wait..."
Denison looked over and saw that Black Knife and White Whip, who should have already run away, were standing at the corner.
Denison was ecstatic: "They didn't run away! Go! Capture those two for me, dead or alive!"
Whoosh...
The Bodyguards were about to raise their guns and rush forward...
But Black Knife raised the qilin seal with his left hand and aimed his gun at the qilin seal with his right hand: "Whoever steps forward again, I'll shoot!"
Denison roared: "Stop!"
The Bodyguards instinctively stopped.
Denison's face was extremely grim: He didn't expect Black Knife to use this trick. Although the qilin seal was sturdy, it couldn't withstand the power of a firearm; one shot and the qilin seal would be completely ruined!
Denison: "What are you doing..."
Black Knife: "Hand the person over to me, and I will hand the qilin seal over to you: Hand over the person, hand over the seal!"