My Nightclub Landlady Chapter 52 Burial Ground

The only chip in his hands was Xiao Jinhua. He was hoping to turn the situation around with her.

Zhang Hui was agitated, hiding behind Xiao Jinhua, not daring to reveal any part of himself in case Qin Feng had a gun. "If you dare to step forward, I will shoot!"

"Take it easy. Calm down," Qin Feng raised his hands a little higher, speaking calmly and patiently. He did not dare to make any sudden moves, or he risked provoking Zhang Hui into rash action.

"I can't be calm! If you don't want her dead, give me the list. Otherwise, we've nothing to talk about!"

Zhang Hui firmly held Sister Hua's shoulder, but although she had a mask over her eyes, she could hear Qin Feng's voice. She knew that the man who came to save her must be this righteous veteran soldier.

Sister Flower worried about the safety of Qin Feng. But despite desperately squirming and screaming into her gag, she still could not produce a single word.

Zhang Hui couldn't hold Sister Flower back. Angry, he raised the gun above her head and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Sister Flower felt a sharp pain in her brain. Her body trembled, and she almost fainted.

Her eardrums started bleeding.

"Don't move! If you struggle again, I'll shoot you!" cried Zhang Hui impatiently.

Qin Feng growled, "d.a.m.n you, you are just asking to die!"

Zhang Hui quickly pulled Sister Flower back, pointing the gun at her neck again. "Don't come any closer, or I really will shoot!"

Meanwhile, the barrel of a hidden sniper rifle was accurately aimed at the back of Qin Feng's head. The gunman had been following him for a long time. He hesitated, going over his plans repeatedly.

If Qin Feng could just hand over the list, he would not pull the trigger.

If he did not hand it over, he couldn't save the hostage. That's not his fault. Even after so many years of friendship and brotherhood in the face of death, Green Dragon would pull the trigger.

After all, he has been in Qin Feng's shadow too long. He wanted to get promoted too much, and wanted to succeed too much, and wanted to impress his folks back home too much.

The key to success or failure lay in this shot.

Boom!

Qin Feng's knew that if he could not make a decision, things would fall into a stalemate. The longer the delay, the worse things would get for him and Sister Flower.

After all, Meng Zhaolin, that cunning b.a.s.t.a.r.d, had been walking the streets of Tianhe for many years. He would certainly have two or even three backup plans for something this important.

It was paramount to get Sister Flower out of there as soon as possible.

With that in mind, Qin Feng suddenly looked up to the roof of the workshop and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

This unexpected action made the nervous and tense Zhang Hui look up too. At that moment, Qin Feng twisted his body and kicked the steel cone on the ground near him. Whoosh! The steel cone shot with extreme speed toward Sister Flower and Zhang Hui.

"Get down!" Qin Feng bellowed. Sister Flower understood him and squatted. The steel cone skimmed over her head with a gust of wind. Although Zhang Hui tried to get out of the way, he was too slow, and the steel cone buried itself in his shoulder, pinning him to the wall behind him.

1000 meters away, Green Dragon saw this situation unfold and his heart trembled. His cold eyes closed tightly as he thought to himself, "Don't blame me, Qin Feng. It's every man for himself."

Bang!

The rifle jerked and the bullet whistled out with a m.u.f.fled sound straight toward the back of Qin Feng's neck.

He stood behind the machine platform and the dilapidated workshop's doors were closed, but there was a large hole in the wall through which Green Dragon had a clear shot.

Although the gunshot was not loud enough for Qin Feng to consciously hear it, years of alertness on the battlefield had given him an instinctive response. His ears twitched slightly. Although he could not yet tell what the crisis was, the vague bad feeling pressed down on his heart.

Instinctively looking back, he noticed a Barrett 12.7x99mm NATO round hurtling towards him through the sky. Qin Feng had cultivated a good eye for detail over the course of his incredible Special Forces career. He could quickly judge the type of bullet according to its trajectory, shape, size and speed. In a flash, Qin Feng jumped down behind the platform just as the bullet hit the wall of the workshop behind him, burying itself 10 centimeters deep in the concrete.

Qin Feng's heart fluttered violently. The surprise attack tensed his nerves. Such weaponry was by no means available to the local thugs of Tianhe, but Meng Zhaolin did have a relationship with Shark Kun. Seeing Zhang Hui's last-ditch attempt fail, was this Meng Zhaolin's plan B? Did he borrow a few foreign mercenaries from Shark Kun's private army?

Everything had suddenly become a lot more complicated and Qin Feng had no time to think. He noticed that the bullet had a downward trajectory, proving that the gunman was on a certain high point in the distance. Qin Feng should be safe behind the cover of the nearly two-meter-high platform.

But three meters away, Sister Flower was not sure to be safe. After all, she was completely exposed. In case the sniper got angry and directed his next shot at her, Sister Flower would be dead without a doubt!!!

Thinking of this, Qin Feng no longer cared for the danger. Rolling out of cover, he quickly reached Sister Flower, pulling her to the ground and rolling her over to the platform.

Qin Feng's ears throbbed again.

Boom!

Sure enough, the sniper could see her, but he was just wondering if he should shoot at Sister Flower. It was not until Qin Feng appeared that he made up his mind, but he wasn't fast enough.

Qin Feng could have dodged easily, but he saw Zhang Hui still pinned to the wall by the steel cone. The bullet was most likely to hit him.

There was no time to think about it. In the next instant, Qin Feng grabbed Zhang Hui's belt and ripped him off the wall. Zhang Hui screamed, shaking the steel cone out of his body. Just then, the next bullet struck the wall behind him.

He definitely escaped certain death. If it were not for Qin Feng, who risked his life to save him, Zhang Hui would have already been halfway down to h.e.l.l.

He fell to the ground, staring at the bullet hole in the wall, and screamed.

Although the gangsters had also used guns in recent years when they fought for construction sites and territory, their guns were basically peshooters. Such sniper attacks, coming from the shadows 1000 meters away, were simply not something they could deal with. This sudden attack threw everyone into a panic because they did not know whose side the sniper was on.

They were supposed to get rid of Qin Feng without anyone else knowing about it. They did not think that the salt factory workshop, which they had labored to find, would become their own burial ground.