Chapter 157: Breaking the Door!
Fatty smacked his lips but ultimately said nothing. However, judging by his expression, it was clear he was deeply dissatisfied with the decision from “the family.” A glint of menace flashed in his eyes.
Skinny looked at Fatty, then at the middle-aged man, and pulled another gun from his waistband, chambering a round with a sharp “click.”
“We’ll use the room as cover. When those cops break in, we kill them—one by one, two by two.”
Skinny gripped his gun tightly and spoke in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man nodded. Fatty, on the other hand, didn’t respond.
Waiting was always torturous.
Both the Criminal Investigation Second Squad outside and the three men inside the room felt the suffocating tension. Yet neither side dared to make the first move.
It was a battle of nerves and patience—whoever broke first would lose ground.
“Gulp.”
Fatty swallowed hard.
“Screw this, I can’t wait any longer!”
He turned to Skinny. “Skinny, let’s just break out!”
His chubby face, covered in sweat from the tension, glistened under the dim light.
“Break out? You really think the moment you open that door, there won’t be a dozen guns waiting for you?”
Skinny scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Fatty’s expression stiffened. He turned and glared at the door furiously.
“Damn cops…” he muttered, then stomped over to the coffee table, grabbed a cigarette, and lit up, puffing furiously.
Slumping onto the sofa, he inhaled deeply, eyes flickering with indecipherable emotions.
Skinny shot him a glance but said nothing.
“Useless lump of meat,” he sneered inwardly.
Leaning against the wall, Skinny kept his eyes locked on the solid wooden door.
“You should rest for a bit,” he told the middle-aged man.
“Alright,” the man nodded and sat cross-legged on the carpet.
He reached into a nearby cabinet, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, then offered the pack to Skinny.
Skinny hesitated, then took one and lit it up.
“Heh…”
Fatty snorted from the sofa.
“Smoke all you want. Might be the last one you ever have.”
Skinny shot him a sharp glare.
“If you don’t have anything useful to say, shut the hell up.”
“Whatever,” Fatty sneered, putting out his cigarette, then immediately lighting another one.
Skinny smirked. He could tell Fatty was losing his nerve.
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Outside the Room.
“Captain, that traffic accident is still blocking reinforcements. Should we keep waiting?”
A team member asked cautiously.
The Second Squad captain clenched his jaw.
“No. We go in now!”
He stood up abruptly—only to realize his legs had gone numb.
Stomping his foot to shake off the stiffness, he checked his weapon, then waved his hand.
“Move out!”
With his signal, the Criminal Investigation Second Squad rushed out of the stairwell.
“Break down the door!”
Two tall, burly officers stepped forward, raising a battering ram.
They took aim at the door lock—
BOOM!
A massive impact rattled the steel security door. The entire frame trembled.
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Inside the Room.
“Something’s happening outside!”
The middle-aged man tensed up, springing to his feet, gun at the ready.
A second later—
BANG!
Another deafening crash against the door.
“Holy—!”
Fatty yelped in terror, dropping his cigarette. He scrambled off the sofa, fumbling to grab his gun.
“W-what’s happening?!” he stammered.
“They’re breaking in.”
Skinny’s voice was cold.
Fatty stiffened, then quickly moved to the door.
He chambered a round, flipped off the safety—his movements unexpectedly smooth and practiced.
A ruthless gleam flashed in his eyes. The panic vanished.
“Come on, then! I’ll take you all down!”
He bellowed, gripping his gun tightly.
Skinny shot him a sidelong glance, his face filled with scorn.
“Idiot.”
BOOM!
Another massive crash. The security door now bore a deep dent.
“They’re using a battering ram,” Skinny muttered, frowning.
This high-end security door was tough.
On the one hand, it was delaying the cops.
On the other hand…
It also shielded the officers outside.
Their handguns wouldn’t penetrate such thick steel.
If it were an ordinary wooden door, they could shoot through the gaps, picking off anyone trying to breach it.
But now?
Their only option was to wait.
Fatty scowled and turned to the middle-aged man.
“Why the hell did you buy such a sturdy door?! Waste of damn money!”
The middle-aged man blinked.
“How is this my fault?”
BOOM!
Another crash.
The dent grew deeper.
The door lock looked ready to give out at any moment.
Skinny’s eyes flickered.
“See that hole by the lock?”
He gestured toward the damaged area.
“The moment the lock falls, fire through that hole. Even if you don’t hit them, the ricochet will scare them.”
Fatty frowned.
“But if the lock falls, doesn’t that mean the door is open?”
Skinny rolled his eyes.
“You moron. The door’s already warped. Even if the lock’s gone, it won’t open right away.”
Fatty scowled but said nothing.
His eyes gleamed with a vicious light.
BOOM!
One final crash.
With a metallic clang, the door lock broke free—falling to the floor.
(End of Chapter 157)
