Chapter 2266
Heim is dead
"Impossible, it has been kept in there all the time and I have never taken it out." Heim explained loudly and helplessly, his eyes full of confusion and innocence. He was also overwhelmed by this sudden change and had no idea what was going on.
"Topa, stop." Seeing that the situation was getting out of control and could turn into a bloody tragedy at any time, Heim's wife was worried that her husband's life would be in danger. She could only muster up the courage to stand up helplessly and try to pull away Topa's iron-like hand.
"Huh? You know this scumbag?" Heim looked at his wife, then turned his gaze to Topa. He instantly felt as if a green hat was put on his head, and a feeling of betrayal surged in his heart like a volcanic eruption.
"It happened a long time ago?" Heim's wife's voice trembled like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. She tried to explain, but didn't know where to start. Her face was full of panic and embarrassment.
"Oh, I get it." Haim began to imagine, with a mocking look on his face. That smile was uglier than crying. He said, "She was your girlfriend next door in the past. You broke up because you had no money. Do you think she will come back to you now that you have money? Don't dream on. You are a scumbag."
Here, Heim, Toppa and Heim's wife were in a chaotic quarrel because of emotional entanglements and missing property. Everyone was emotional and the scene was in chaos. On the other side, among the gunmen who were searching for items, there was a curly-haired man with greedy eyes who had come to Colonel Coltrane. He first grabbed Chettri's handbag and flipped through it casually. After finding that there was nothing valuable in it, he threw it aside like trash, and then locked his eyes on the bag in Norman's hand, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.
"That's enough, kid." Once the bag was opened, the contents would be exposed, and the mission would fail. Colonel Coltrane decided not to hold back. His eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and he acted decisively. With years of experience and superb skills, he used the gun-snatching technique to quickly snatch the gunman's pistol.
Seeing this, Norman immediately became Colonel Coltrane's best helper. She reacted extremely quickly, and almost at the same time as Colonel Coltrane took action, she took out her gun at the same time, with a flash of determination in her eyes, and shot the gunman in the head without hesitation, killing him on the spot. Blood splattered all around, and the people around were scared and screamed and ran away.
With the sound of the gunshot, the already chaotic scene became even more out of control, as if it had fallen into hell on earth. The crackling of gunshots, the screams, shouts, and cries of the people intertwined together, like a symphony of despair. The entire villa was in chaos and panic, the situation was getting out of control, and everyone was caught in the center of this terrible storm, with their lives and deaths uncertain...
"Take the package and go, hurry up and meet at the third point." Colonel Coltrane knew the importance of the mission. In this chaotic situation, he did not hesitate to put the mission first and gave orders to Novan. His eyes were firm and decisive, and his voice was clearly heard by Novan through the noisy gunfire. His eyes seemed to convey an unquestionable belief that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, the mission must be completed.
Colonel Kechuan, Shakova and Chetri responded quickly. The three of them took out their weapons in tacit understanding, like a solid barrier, and launched a counterattack against the gunmen on the field. Their figures shuttled through the hail of bullets, and every shot was accurate and courageous, just to give Novin a chance to evacuate quickly. Colonel Kechuan was agile and calm in control of the gun in his hand. Every time he pulled the trigger, he was calm and focused; Shakova had sharp eyes and agile movements, like an agile cheetah, flexibly dodging the enemy's bullets and accurately returning fire; although Chetri was relatively thin, he was not afraid, and followed his teammates closely, supporting them with firm firepower.
"They are the ones who broke into the apartment. They must have taken the things away." Toppa's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He recognized Shakova and others at a glance. He was anxious and shouted to the gunmen on the field. This shout was like lighting a gunpowder barrel, causing all the gunmen to go crazy instantly. They were like a group of angry wolves, chasing in the direction of Novan's escape from all directions. However, Colonel Kechuan and others were like an insurmountable wall, resolutely intercepting them, and the two sides immediately launched a fierce gun battle. Bullets whizzed through the air, sparks of fire splashed, and smoke filled the air. Each bullet carried the threat of death, shuttled through the air, and made a sharp sound.
"Move, move." The enemy had a large number of people, and most of them were holding powerful submachine guns. In comparison, Colonel Kechuan and his men were clearly at a disadvantage in terms of firepower. In this unfavorable situation, Colonel Kechuan could only fight back while organizing a retreat in an orderly manner. While observing the enemy's movements, he loudly commanded his teammates in a firm and powerful voice: "Pay attention to the flanks, keep suppressing the firepower!" However, those gunmen seemed to be driven by some crazy power, completely disregarding life and death. When one was knocked down, another immediately rushed up without hesitation. Especially the little leader named Danny, his eyes were cruel, holding the modified Uzi submachine gun tightly in his hand, like a cheetah locking onto prey, staring at the fleeing Norman. There was a gleam of greed and cruelty in his eyes, as if Norman was already in his pocket.
Heim, who was originally captured, was like a trapped beast. Taking advantage of the chaos on the field, he found the right opportunity to break free and ran towards the villa. His eyes were full of determination and anger. He was not only going to take up arms to resist, but also to call his men to come and kill all the gunmen who dared to break in. His steps were hurried and heavy, and every step was filled with anger and determination. He was thinking about how to launch a counterattack and take back control.
Topa had been following Heim closely. Seeing this, he thought to himself that something was wrong and immediately ran after him. He was an ordinary taxi driver. He did not carry a gun when he came and was not skilled in using a gun. He had to take out the dagger he carried with him as a weapon in a hurry. He held the dagger tightly, his palms were full of sweat, and he was nervous and scared. But for his own benefit, he still bit the bullet and chased after him.
When Haim's wife saw her lover and husband rushing into the villa, she was extremely anxious. She didn't care about the bullets flying around on the field, and she didn't care about the inconvenience of wearing high heels. She stumbled after them, thinking about going to the villa to stop the fight and trying to prevent this tragedy from happening. Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety, and she kept muttering: "Stop fighting, stop fighting..." However, in this chaotic situation, her voice seemed so small.
In order to escape, Heim ran like a flying bird in the corridor of the villa. However, the young and strong Toppa was faster and chased him like the wind. Just as Heim was about to go up to the second floor along the spiral escalator, Toppa finally caught up from behind. At this time, if Toppa was ruthless and stabbed him with a knife, Heim, who was only concerned about escaping, would definitely be killed. But Toppa was just an ordinary person after all, and he had no courage to kill anyone. He just wanted to control Heim. So he rushed over, stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of Heim's collar, trying to put the knife on Heim's neck to threaten and control him. But Toppa's method was too unfamiliar, and Heim had been fighting on the streets for many years and was very experienced. Before Toppa put the knife on him, Heim keenly sensed the danger, quickly grabbed Toppa's hand holding the knife, and then kicked Toppa in the chest. The kick was so powerful that Toppa fell to his knees. Then, Heim easily took the knife away and kicked Topa hard in the face. Topa fell to the ground like a rag doll.
Heim sneered proudly, "Is this all you can do? You're a worthless taxi driver. You're worthless." As he spoke, he kicked Topa in the chest again. Topa was already seriously injured, and this kick made him roll down the spiral staircase he had climbed halfway, like a rolling gourd. He fell to the ground, dizzy, his eyes were blurry, and his head was buzzing, as if countless bees were flying around.
Heim didn't want to get entangled with this little character anymore, so he rushed forward, grabbed Topa's collar, raised the knife in his hand high, and prepared to stab him to death to end this farce. But at this critical moment, Heim's wife Rifka ran over in high heels, panting, and anxiously shouted from behind: "Stop, Yoda, let him go, he is not important."
Heim was furious when he heard his wife pleading for this man. He turned around angrily, ready to scold his wife. However, at the moment when he relaxed his vigilance, the back of his neck was exposed to Topa. With a strong desire to survive, Topa seized this hard-won opportunity and slammed into Heim's waist. The sudden collision made Heim rush forward several meters, directly breaking through the guardrail, and the whole person fell headfirst into the basement from a height of more than three meters.
"Bang~" a dull sound of hitting the ground was heard. Heim was really unlucky. His back of the head happened to hit the sharp corner of the marble in the basement. With a "crack", the entire back of the head was sunken, and the blood instantly dyed the ground red. Heim lay on the ground on the spot, without any movement. His eyes were wide open, as if he was still unwilling to complete his revenge, and his body was twisted and lying there, motionless.
Rivka, who had just wanted to plead for her lover, was shocked to see her husband die like this. She stood there in a daze, as if her soul had been taken away. She stared at the scene in disbelief with her eyes wide open, her lips trembling slightly, but she couldn't say a word. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her face was full of shock and grief.
"This is an accident. This is an accident." Topa was on the verge of life and death just now. He was driven by the desire to survive and acted in a fit of rage. Seeing someone die in his hands, he was so scared that cold sweat broke out on his back. He had never killed anyone before. Facing such a scene, he was so panicked that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. His body was shaking uncontrollably, his legs were weak, and he could hardly stand. Seeing Rivka standing there in despair, Topa hurried over and tried to explain: "Rivka, believe me, I really didn't mean it."
"Don't touch me." Rivka pushed Topa away like crazy. Her eyes were full of self-blame and regret. At this moment, she was full of guilt towards her husband and despair about all this. Her voice was crying, full of anger and sadness.
It was Topar's first time to kill someone, and he was completely stunned. Seeing Rivka in such pain, he didn't dare to stay here any longer, and ran out in fear, not even daring to look back during the whole process, for fear that he would be caught by the god of death if he looked at her again. His steps were panicked, and he almost rolled and crawled away from the scene, his heart filled with fear and anxiety.
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At the same time, on the street outside the villa, Nowen, carrying the bag containing the dominance, ran along the street like a black lightning. She knew her mission very well, and every second was crucial. In order to run faster, she decisively removed the things that were in the way while running. She reached out and pulled off the wig on her head and threw it on the ground; then, she quickly took off her high heels and continued to run barefoot; the evening dress was too long, which seriously affected her speed, so she simply lifted it up like wearing a miniskirt to make her movement more convenient. Her feet ran on the rough ground, and every step was stinging, but she didn't care about these, and there was only one thought in her mind: escape from here and complete the mission.
"B3, report the situation." Colonel Coltrane asked Norman over the radio while engaging in a fierce firefight with the enemy. Norman could still clearly hear the fierce gunfire over there on the radio, which showed how fierce the battle was. Although Colonel Coltrane's voice was steady, Norman could still hear the hidden worry in it.
"I'm running west. The password has been reset." Nowen panted and answered with difficulty. Every breath she took was accompanied by a rapid gasp, showing her fatigue and tension at the moment. Her lungs felt like they were burning, and her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted.
"Hold on." Colonel Coltrane said firmly. At this time, he had already fought and retreated to the parking lot outside the villa. He quickly got into his car, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car rushed out like an arrow. (End of this chapter)