The captain of the armed police knew Lu Jinghan's past identity, naturally trusting his shooting skills, and quickly ordered three sniper rifles to be handed to him.
Lu Jinghan handed the guns to Feng Yi and Fu Bin, swiftly running towards the back door of the mall.
After Han Xi finished treating the bleeding man on the ground, she was rudely yanked up by the kidnapper: "You better hope these cops leave quickly, or you'll be the first one I kill."
Han Xi's hands were stained with blood, and she had a fine cold sweat trickling down her forehead from fear.
Lu Jinghan and his team quickly found vantage points, aiming at the kidnapper's head. Fu Bin frowned and said, "There are four of them."
"Each of you take one; I'll handle the remaining two."
"Little Sister-in-law is still in their hands. Are you sure you can do this?"
Fu Bin wasn't doubting Lu Jinghan's shooting skills; he was just worried he might be rusty, having not held a gun for so many years.
