Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Guns, Blood, Seizure

Flashes of firelight.

People, floor tiles, office desks, chairs…

Bullets, like a meat grinder, shredded everything in their path without exception.

The smoke mingled with the smell of blood, scorching and pungent.

Gu Ji’s heart “thunked” violently, and his pupils dilated as he watched the crimson blood flow along the tile seams, staining all the white crimson.

Is this a crisis?

This is clearly a massacre! A one-sided, indiscriminate massacre!

Even though Gu Ji had seen many terrorist attack cases in class, none were as terrifying as the multi-sensory impact of sight, smell, and sound combined here.

Suddenly.

The muzzle was redirected again towards another blind spot within the room.

A slightly rusted AK-47—no, judging by the full-wrap sight and the polymer-metal stock folded to the right, this was a Xia Kingdom-produced replica: the 56-2 style assault rifle.

The Xia Kingdom had once exported a large number of the 56 rifles, known for their simplicity, durability, and low cost, widely circulated in the Middle East and African countries.

But that’s not the focus.

The focus was on Gu Ji noticing the opponent’s previous attack move: advancing along the wall, shooting from corners!

Minimizing body exposure, suppressing enemy safe angles, narrowing shooting range, and improving reaction speed.

In other words, this assailant knows CQB—close-quarters battle!

Retired special forces?

Mercenary?

As Gu Ji pondered their identity.

Step, step.

Heavy footsteps, unexpectedly stepping into the office.

They were worn black casual shoes, rubber soles pressing on tiles soaked in blood, squishing, and lifting strands when the foot raised.

Following the shoe heels upward, a set of tan and brown camouflage clothing, with a red scarf at the collar, white patterns printed on it, the person looked around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with dark skin, sunken eyes, thick lips, a shaved head, not bulky, but the muscular arms holding the gun looked very formidable.

Soldier?

Gu Ji never imagined that the airport assailant was actually a professional soldier.

The game’s setting seemed absurd; even though Ethiopia had been in civil war for a long time, there’s a consensus that “soldiers do not harm civilians.”

Not to mention an international venue like the capital airport, the mass killing of foreign travelers would surely shock the world!

After entering the room, the thick-lipped black man began checking the “bodies,” the balding policeman, unluckily, received two more shots.

The 7.62×39mm M43 intermediate cartridge’s noise in the narrow room was far more exaggerated than shown in movies and games.

Even through the iron wardrobe, it made Gu Ji’s ear itch with prickles.

The office was already small, and during several movements, the thick-lipped black man was even less than two meters from the wardrobe, but he still cautiously refrained from acting.

Even with game enhancements, he was certain: “Beyond seven steps, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is both fast and accurate” – this saying.

Many disarming scenes in movies are fake.

In reality: in high-stress, high-pressure combat environments, a gun-wielding assailant’s nerves are constantly tense, any slight movement leads to immediate gunfire.

Automatic rifle rapid firing at close range—forget humans, even dogs find it hard to dodge!

And this soldier adhered to the wall action principle from the moment he entered the room, never exposing his back to Gu Ji, extremely vigilant.

After a complete inspection.

Only the sofa by the door’s wall was left, along with the old file cabinet and changing wardrobe nearby.

Shh, the thick-lipped black man raised the muzzle, bending slightly forward.

Oh no.

He intended to check every blind spot.

Determined to leave no survivors!

A chill seeped from the tailbone to the scalp, Gu Ji pursed his dry lips, shattered illusions, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes; he was human too, physiologically capable of fear, but having chosen to attend the police academy, becoming a policeman, he would face ruthless criminals in the future, dealing with these guys, he must be more ruthless than them.

Be a coward?

Ha ha.

Who the hell doesn’t have two shoulders carrying one head!

Gu Ji’s face was grim. The only chance of survival before him now was just one.

Disarm the gun!

Special Forces CQB Advanced Skills Course, Key Points of Unarmed Gun Disarmament:

1. Act quickly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation;

2. Distract the gun holder as much as possible;

3. Avoid the line of fire of the muzzle;

4. Utilize the advantage of the gun body or slide’s larger moment compared to the grip to control the enemy’s gun or gun-bearing hand;

5. The primary goal is to control the opponent’s weapon; any attack that does not aid in disarming is excessive. Remember, you only have one chance!

Gu Ji’s mind has never been so calm. In his college’s Police Tactical Action Disposal class, the teacher covered all the key points and techniques of unarmed disarmament, as if a revolving lantern was playing before his eyes.

“Before I act to disarm, I must find a way to divert the opponent’s attention.”

His gaze flickered, and the sour-smelling sweat-soaked shirt on his face came into view. A rough and shallow action strategy slowly built up in his heart. “The moment the door opens, throw out the shirt to attract the target’s attention, obscure the shooting line of sight, and attack with a dive to avoid direct frontal fire…”

While chanting, he kept a close eye on the height of the opponent’s gun muzzle, estimating the dive range.

“The plan is feasible, do it this way: open the door, throw the clothes at the target’s upper chest, then dive out to restrain the wrist and disarm the gun. The action must be fast, open, throw, dive, disarm, four steps in one, open, throw, dive, disarm, open throw dive disarm…”

Gu Ji tightly gripped the sweat-soaked shirt, repeatedly chanting the attack strategy in his mind to reinforce his memory, all the while, noticing the gleaming metal muzzle of the soldier with thick lips waving, and the increasingly close black rubber shoes, he sped up his recitation.

And at the moment when his nerves were stretched to the extreme.

The shoes stopped.

The air seemed to freeze, Gu Ji didn’t even dare to blink.

At this moment, the distance between them was about two steps, and the soldier with thick lips lifted his right index finger lightly, placing it on the trigger, following the universal basic rule of firearms: when not shooting, the index finger should never be on the trigger.

The opponent is going to shoot!

No more waiting!!

Gu Ji bent his knees and twisted his waist, his toes like hooks slightly plowing the ground, a flash of decisiveness in his eyes.

Bam—!

The huge iron door banged open, a blue shirt swung out simultaneously, Gu Ji’s rear foot kicked the cabinet wall frantically, his spine arched like a bow and dived downwards, his body like a sharp sword suddenly launching out, startling the thick-lipped black man, whose arm trembled and instinctively squeezed the trigger, da-da-da-da!

The muzzle of a 56-2 assault rifle spurted flames in rapid succession, the sound exploding like a cannon, and the shirt was instantly shredded.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a yellow shadow suddenly flashed from the side towards his lower abdomen, it was the charging Gu Ji, his left hand swung towards the gun-wielding right wrist, right arm embracing his leg, shoulder like a rhino horn, bam!

A collision, a hook.

The enormous impact inertia sent both of them flying outwards in an instant.

In mid-air, the muzzle’s inertia pointed upwards, the bullet trajectory arced across the plaster ceiling, pfft pfft pfft, leaving a long string of holes until a “clang” echoed, and the black man’s back slammed heavily on the desk, everything going black before his eyes, a buzzing in his head, and the rifle flew from his hand!

Gu Ji simultaneously crashed to the ground, blood splattering onto his face, the bloodshot eyes glimmered as he swiftly confirmed the position of the 56-2 assault rifle, and kicked it aside.

But suddenly, a faint metallic scraping sound rang out.

This sound was all too familiar!

His eyes turned icy, his upper body sprang up, left hand clawing like a tiger towards the thick-lipped black man’s right wrist, the movement rapid and fierce, the latter holding a just-drawn black handgun from his waist: Beretta M92F!

Bam! Bam!

In their struggle for control, the black man squeezed the trigger, the bullets penetrated the desk’s wooden boards overhead, scattering wood chips mixed with gunpowder in front of their eyes.

Squinting, visual information intake reduces, and reaction slows.

There’s a defensive flaw!

Gu Ji’s eyes flickered with viciousness, seizing the opportunity, twisting his hips, legs spreading like a python over the black man’s chest, clamping the right arm, pulling the gun-wielding wrist with both hands, thighs clamped against the elbow joint, twisting left, sitting back, waist and abdomen exerting counterforces.

Police Capture Technique: Wrist Cross Lock!

Crack!

“Ah—!”

The thick-lipped black man let out a heartbreaking scream, Gu Ji exerted force ruthlessly, breaking the right arm in a violent twist, making the onlookers’ scalps tingle, while the wrist slackened like it had no bones.

Disarm, withdraw, adjust shooting posture, bam bam!

He quickly fired two rapid shots, one to the abdomen, one to the chest, striking the thick-lipped black man in bulging eyes, his black face turning red, the left knife-wielding arm frozen mid-air, leaving only grim pupils, fiercely staring at Gu Ji, as if wanting to tear the opponent to shreds.

But the next second!

Bam!

The thick-lipped black man’s eyes finally lost their luster, a blood hole appeared on his forehead, blood spouted like a fountain from the back of his head, spurting onto the wall with a splatter!

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