Johnny shook his somewhat dizzy head, glanced at the severed hand next to him, and immediately got up to find cover to sit down and recover.
He was lucky that he was a bit far from the center of the explosion at that moment, otherwise, the blast just now would have taken his life.
But even so, he felt uncomfortably warm, as if a large hand had stirred his insides, causing both discomfort and nausea, along with intense dizziness.
His ears were still ringing, like the lingering echo of a bell struck right next to them, making everything unclear.
Looking at the people struggling and wailing on the ground, and those running around, Johnny only felt the world spinning, completely unable to hear what they were saying, calling, or shouting.
But Johnny noticed that the flagstone in front of him suddenly burst open a little, which wasn't normal, as the explosion had already ended, and it couldn't have been caused by anything hitting it. So, there was only one possibility.
Bullets!
It was the shape created by bullets hitting the concrete ground.
Johnny was suddenly very glad he had run to cover beforehand. It was a flowerbed with green plants and a thick concrete wall, so he couldn't be hit in that position.
But Johnny had already drawn his gun, and at that moment, he saw that the group of people to his left were still alive.
They were escorting the white-haired old man in a suit, moving towards him. Johnny could tell from their expressions that they weren't having an easy time.
But they were still trying to break through, and it was clear this explosion was aimed at them.
And this group of people were all Chinese. How did he know?
Because the difference between them and Malaysians was too obvious.
By now, the ringing in his ears had subsided considerably, and he could hear the chaotic sounds, but the sensation of the world spinning had not yet disappeared.
A team of gang members appeared to Johnny's right, each holding a gun, but the bodyguards protecting the white-haired old man moved very quickly.
One by one, they drew their guns and fired continuously, killing the charging gang members with extremely accurate Shooing.
They also saw Johnny hiding behind the flowerbed, and just as they were about to shoot, a gang member fired first in Johnny's direction. Johnny, reacting even faster, pulled the trigger first.
Bang!
A 9mm hollow-point bullet instantly pierced the gang member's head, exploding into a flower-like pattern inside his skull, then pulverizing his head.
The security personnel also lowered their guns. They knew that although the other party was not an ally, he was not an enemy either.
Then, they escorted the white-haired old man and rushed into the nearby shopping mall.
Johnny watched, then struggled to his feet. The dizziness had subsided a lot, and he stumbled into the mall as well.
The few people protecting the white-haired old man saw Johnny also stumble in. They remained vigilant but didn't open fire. However, Johnny didn't approach their position but instead moved to another direction to take cover.
"Brother Wen, that one shouldn't be one of theirs."
The bodyguard in a suit, wearing yellow sunglasses, said to the white-haired old man.
"Hmm, I don't think so either. He might be a passing killer who got caught up in this," Brother Wen, the white-haired old man, glanced at Johnny's position, then turned to another person next to him and said.
"Mike, keep an eye on him."
Brother Wen gave the instruction, and Mike nodded. As the sharpshooter of the bodyguard team, he accepted the task.
Johnny leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to recover his condition as quickly as possible.
And five bodyguards around Brother Wen were doing the same: Ah Gui, A-Lai, A-Xin, Fei Zai, and Mike.
As for the other two bodyguards, three bodyguards were directly killed by the shock of the explosion. So now there are five people left protecting Brother Wen.
It was fortunate that it was only a small fuel tanker; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Johnny recovered quickly. He soon regained his clarity, glanced at the few people recovering to his right, and said nothing. He peeked back and saw a group of gang members carrying guns rushing in from outside.
"Damn it, what is all this?"
Johnny knew he had been dragged into this for no reason, but he was still very annoyed.
However, to prevent further involvement in such gang conflicts, he moved to the left, attempting to leave the area.
But sometimes, the more you wish for something, the more things tend to develop in the opposite direction.
For example, Johnny now wanted to enter the mall from the left side and exit from the back, but the problem was that these gang members also swarmed in from behind.
And they were firing indiscriminately; anyone wearing a suit would be shot at.
Although this method was overly cruel, it was better to kill by mistake than to let someone go. For example, the gang member Johnny saw now immediately and decisively opened fire the moment he saw Johnny, without the slightest hesitation.
And when that gang member rushed in, Johnny had already realized something was wrong, so he immediately dropped to the ground. There was nothing to be ashamed of.
At the same time, his glock 34 was firing at the opponent, but because Johnny dropped too quickly, he lost his aim, but still shot through the opponent's knee.
Then, Johnny quickly held the gun with both hands, lying on the ground, aiming at the opponent's forehead and firing again.
Bang!
Just one bullet finished off the opponent.
Only then did Johnny realize how ridiculous his idea was.
Even if the opponent's target wasn't him, the mentality of rather killing by mistake than letting go still caused the opponent to fire indiscriminately. If that was the case, then he could only start clearing them out.
Johnny rolled over and retreated behind a load-bearing wall. He looked across, and they were doing the same.
However, while the encircling forces hadn't yet arrived, they prepared to continue moving backward.
"Hey, friends across there, isn't your trouble a bit too big?"
Johnny shouted directly from behind.
Brother Wen and the others across from him heard Johnny's voice, first paused, then realized he was talking to them. So Brother Wen was about to speak, but Ah Gui stopped him.
"How do I know these people weren't brought by you?"
Ah Gui's first words were full of street smarts, "Besides, you've been following us. We have reason to believe these people were brought by you."
"Don't joke around. From the explosion until now, and with these gang members coming over, I assume you guys are from a gang, right?"
Johnny sneered from behind the load-bearing pillar, "Now is not the time to discuss who brought these people here. I have a suggestion, I wonder if you need to consider it?"
"You speak!"
While answering Johnny, the group also observed the surroundings. Although they couldn't see Johnny, they knew he was behind that load-bearing pillar.
"1 million usd, or a killer gold coin, and I can help you solve the problem together. As for whether it's worth it, we can settle the bill afterward, how about that?"
This question silenced the group. Brother Wen, upon hearing Johnny's words, felt a slight stir in his heart, after all, they had all seen Johnny's performance just now.
Having a powerful ally is always better than having a powerful opponent.
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