Are You Crazy? You're Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

As the numerous assassins heard Liang Long’s words and then saw the young man with a gun beside them, they instinctively were startled, quickly realizing something. The man before them, in stature and presence, was unmistakably the fugitive Wang Yun.

“How did you get in here? Release Brother Long, or I swear you won’t leave here alive–” the man in front of the group bellowed.

“Shut up!” Liang Long screamed out in desperation, face flushed with effort.

At that moment, his throat was clamped shut by Wang Yun’s hand. Just three seconds later, he felt as though he was choking, tears being forced out of his eyes.

Meanwhile, Wang Yun’s other hand, which held the gun, casually shifted its aim at everyone present.

Instantly, the room fell into a deadly silence. No one dared to move. No one dared to speak.

“Cough, cough!”

Liang Long coughed violently, physically distressed to the extreme, yet still not daring to make the slightest move.

Everyone present, Liang Long included, understood just how formidable Wang Yun was. His marksmanship allowed him to snipe targets from two to three kilometers away, one shot per target.

Though they weren’t real bullets, such range and precision in long-distance shooting required accounting for factors such as wind speed, visibility, and the bullet’s gravitational drop. Yet, he had mastered them all.

Moreover, his sheer physical strength allowed him to lift a sumo wrestler from Japan, weighing around three hundred kilograms, and mercilessly slam him to the ground. This showcased the explosive power of his hands.

Forget being throttled with just two fingers, if Wang Yun chose to punch, he could effortlessly punch a hole straight through them.

Gulp!

The office was so quiet at that moment that the sound of everyone anxiously swallowing could be distinctly heard by Wang Yun.

In the midst of this tense silence, the executive producer’s voice came through Wang Yun’s earpiece.

“We have everything set up around the area, how are things on your end? Please be careful, our star,” the executive producer’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper.

A flicker of coldness crossed Wang Yun’s eyes, his lips curving into a slight smile upon hearing this.

“I’ve no time to waste with you all. Everyone, press yourselves against the wall and squat down. Feel free to try something if you’re not afraid of death.”

Bang!

Right after Wang Yun’s command, he fired a shot towards the door. An immediate cry of pain echoed from outside.

“Ah, my phone!”

The group, seized by panic, instinctively turned to look. To their shock, at a seven o’clock angle outside the door, an IT staff member was clutching his right hand in agony. Beneath him, a phone screen glaringly lit up, displaying a video recording in progress. After a moment, the screen went dark, the bullet hole ominously evident in its center.

“Did you, did you see how he fired that shot?”

“He actually hit the phone directly through such a tiny gap in the door!”

“I’m done for, really done for this time. Where are the police? For the first time in my life, I’m desperately wishing for the police to come quickly!”

“I’m in the same boat, ah! To think I, an assassin, am actually desperate for the police to arrive quickly. I don’t want to meet my end at the hands of this demon!”

After witnessing Wang Yun’s actions, everyone suddenly became as orderly as trained personnel. They lined up against the walls, instantly crouching down and covering their heads.

While squatting, they made sure to take various weapons off themselves, placing them obediently on a coffee table five meters away. This scene slightly twitched the corners of Wang Yun’s mouth.

These people, if he hadn’t seen it firsthand, one might have mistaken these assassins for actors arranged by the production team. That was how exceedingly compliant they were.

“Big Brother, we’re willing to surrender, please spare our lives!”

One of the assassins, either truly terrified or possessed by a strong desire to live, found his legs trembling so much due to the muscle mass that he looked on the verge of toppling over. The panic on his face added an absurd layer of comedy to the scene.

“Whether you can live isn’t for me to decide,” Wang Yun said, chin lifted, with a tone of disdain.

Just as he finished speaking, orderly footsteps sounded from outside.

Bang!

The next second, the office door was kicked open. Four police officers clad in bulletproof vests, guns in their right hands and shields in their left, charged in.

They were fully geared up, with a squad of SWAT following close behind. They had been alerted to the presence of an assassin organization in the area with more than thirty highly dangerous and heavily armed individuals. They were requested for backup.

The police, taking merely fifteen minutes to arrive swiftly, deployed a significant force from Xiyun City for this operation.

However…

“Officers, we surrender, we surrender, please, we beg you to save us!”

One of the assassins squatting on the ground, looking rather ridiculous, burst into tears and snot at the sight of the police, crying and wailing as if he had seen his relatives.

What? Surrender? Save you? What is all this about?

“Cough, cough, officers, there are fifteen assassins in this office, each with a criminal history. The data on this mobile phone contains all the necessary evidence. Moreover, there are fifteen IT staff outside who also serve as accomplices to this organization. This man, Liang Long, is the leader of the Ming Ju assassin organization. His small phone holds information and evidence of communications with various financiers. That’s everything, please take them into custody. Be careful, they are very dangerous.”

Upon seeing the police, Wang Yun promptly placed his gun on the desk.

He then released his grip from Liang Long’s throat and even tenderly patted the bruised area, akin to petting a dog, with a surprisingly gentle touch.

The lead officer, upon hearing Wang Yun’s account, stood frozen in place for a solid three seconds.

‘They are dangerous? It seems you’re the bigger threat here.’

Following that initial shock, he sharply snapped back to reality.

“Okay! Many thanks to Comrade Wang Yun. You truly are the hero of Xiyun City, eliminating the scourge for the people. Salute!”

With that, the leading police chief shouted toward Wang Yun, snapping to a military salute. All the officers behind him mirrored the action in unison.

Eliminating a major assassin organization single-handedly, Wang Yun was undeniably a people’s hero, a role model, and an exemplary figure who made significant contributions to Xiyun City.

This synchronized gesture deeply moved Wang Yun. This was the essence of a soldier. These were the true guardians of the people.

“Heh-heh, it was merely a minor effort on my part. Please, proceed with your duties,” Wang Yun modestly said, preparing to exit.

As he moved, those squatting by the walls instinctively shivered in sync. Each step Wang Yun took caused all the assassins to tremble, rendering the moment somewhat awkward for him.

“Ah, about that, I fired a shot earlier because there was someone outside recording a video. I was concerned that the video’s release could cast a negative light, so I just wanted to intimidate him. I didn’t hit him, but the phone might be damaged. Just to be careful, it might be best to have someone check on that,” Wang Yun suggested.