Special Forces Medic-Chapter 775 - 742: The Raider

"I'm very sorry, Miss Xia. Let's leave it here for today. I apologize for my rudeness." Under Yao Zheng's rebuke, Qi Sheng made a concession. This change didn't leave a good impression on Xia Xue; she just nodded politely without expressing any opinion. Whether or not he was present was completely meaningless to her. In her understanding, the significance of improving the drainage system was considerable. It was quite clear from his words that Yao Zheng never intended to reconstruct Beigong. To be precise, he didn't want the word 'slum' to appear in the northern district. Thinking back now, Xia Xue understood why this man initially focused his eyes on 'Rhein.' He wanted a luxurious area of his own, with no poor people, only wealthy ones. Is that possible?

Xia Xue's silence made Qi Sheng feel more awkward. Despite having some reaction, he ultimately fell into a proud attitude, unable to receive the appropriate courtesy. Qi Sheng pulled at his clothes and stood up. "District Chief Yao, I'll take my leave now."

Carrying his bag, he headed towards the door. When he glanced back, his eyes met with Xia Xue, who had just lifted her head. There were no sparks, only a cold stare.

His hand on the doorknob twisted it open awkwardly, leaving a crack, as if he was reluctant yet forcefully pulled it open when turning back.

Qi Sheng was still standing at the door, maintaining a pose. Xia Xue watched curiously. His empty arm swung behind him, seemingly suggesting they should leave and make a phone call. Was he up to some trick again? From the beginning, Qi Sheng left a bad impression on Xia Xue, making him someone untrustworthy. Therefore, she ignored this small gesture and continued chatting with Yao Zheng, calculating her departure time.

However, Yao Zheng was not one to get focused on a single point and forget his surroundings. He suspiciously glared at Qi Sheng, who stood at the door in the same pose, and questioned him, "Qi Sheng, what are you doing standing there?"

At this moment, Qi Sheng had no mind to answer Yao Zheng's question. His eyes focused on the dark bore outside the door, which should be a gun. One foot already extended into the gap he opened, and behind the shadow, someone unknown, perhaps Secretary Li, had fallen to the ground.

He didn't want to give way, but the other side persistently forced him backward. Under the disparity of power, Qi Sheng was finally thrown out from the outside, and his bag fell on the cabinet parallel to Yao Zheng's desk before dropping onto the wooden floor.

The sudden loud noise startled the three people sitting on the sofa. What shocked them even more was a few people rushing in from outside, holding weapons and wearing black head coverings, only revealing their eyes and mouths.

"Who are you, and how did you break in?" Yao Zheng was the first to question, jumping up from the sofa towards his desk in a panic.

A thudding sound, something fell at Yao Zheng's feet, scaring him to freeze in place. The silent gun still emitted smoke due to bullet friction.

The door was closed, and the four intruders spread out in several directions, taking their positions and holding their ground. Only the one who fired the first shot didn't move.

Qi Sheng got up from the floor and looked at Xia Xue, who hugged another woman. Although they had fearful expressions, they didn't scream, which was very commendable. It looked like a hostage-taking invasion. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Yao Zheng assessed the situation. It seemed impossible to notify the police immediately. Even if the alarm under the table went off, they could become sitting ducks before the police arrived.

"Who exactly are you? This is the district government office. What do you want to do?" Yao Zheng tried to assert his authority as the district chief. He turned around because force couldn't resolve the situation. They had silently avoided the cameras and entered his office, suggesting they were professionals. However, Yao Zheng couldn't figure out who would do this, and for what purpose. He searched his mind for anyone who could match this act. Only Yan Juanjuan and Fourth Master came to mind, but neither had a reason to go to such trouble.

The intruders showed no interest in glancing at Yao Zheng. They directly turned to Xia Xue, and the one guarding the window suddenly ran towards the leading one and whispered a few words in his ear. Without extra responses, he accelerated his actions and grabbed Xia Xue's arm.

"What are you doing?" Their target was herself, Xia Xue screamed, kicking at the man's groin. But clearly, the opponent was professionally trained and wouldn't easily fall victim. Before Xia Xue could complete her series of moves, the man already dodged, and with the gun in his hand, struck towards Xia Xue's head.

Dan Qing swiftly punched out, deflecting the man's falling fist. She then stood in front of Xia Xue, entangling with the man.

Seeing this, Qi Sheng moved to Xia Xue's side. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking at her frightened face, trying to extend his hand.

"What are you doing?" Always watching Dan Qing's fight with the man, Xia Xue caught sight of a shadow from the corner of her eye, dodging to the side. When she saw it was Qi Sheng, she couldn't help but frown.

Good intentions taken for ill, Qi Sheng leaned sourly to the side. Their target was Xia Xue, giving Yao Zheng a sense of relief. However, if anything happened in his office, it would still be troublesome. He crouched down and, while no one was watching, sneaked under the desk, reaching in to find the alarm.

At this moment, a gun was already aimed at the back of his head. The person who had just moved away from the window now stood behind him, while the positions of the other two had also changed. One guarded the door, and the other moved closer to the sofa area. Their silent actions were coordinated, bringing the people in the room under control.

Xia Xue looked at Yao Zheng, no longer panicking as she had at the start. Instead, within her movable range, she observed Dan Qing's moves. It wasn't her first time experiencing such a scene, and not just once. The difference this time lay in its professionalism. These people looked more like a troop than assassins. Their planning and tight coordination were far superior to their apparent purpose. The fundamental difference was that these people didn't want their lives, but it was uncertain what would happen if they were provoked. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this story, feel free to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com) with a recommendation or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)