CHAPTER 807: CHAPTER 666: DESPERATE COUNTERATTACK, VILLAIN TRIUMPHANT

Imamura Masafumi laughed heartily, brazenly mocking and humiliating Aoyama Xiu Xin, as if he felt he had won a certain kind of victory.

But Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t really care.

After all, just as Imamura Masafumi said, there were no other people here, today’s events wouldn’t get out, and no one would know about his selfish, cowardly side.

The public would only know him as a high-ranking hero who was still willing to take risks alone to save others.

Everyone would only admire, esteem, and support him.

"Come out! Come out for me!" Imamura Masafumi shouted frantically while firing wildly and throwing Guangzi aside, "How can Governor Henglu die at the hands of a scoundrel like you! Aoyama Xiu Xin, get out here!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t say a word; if the opponent only had two guns, he would dare to make a bold move relying on his excellent physical fitness, but the opponent had four guns.

And among them, three were experienced senior police officers; without certainty, he dared not take risks.

He had already arranged for plainclothes officers ahead of time; within at most three to five more minutes, reinforcements would arrive, giving him the advantage.

"Separate and search!" Looking around at the sea of green trees and neat tombstones, Imamura Masafumi couldn’t see where Aoyama Xiu Xin was hiding and had no other choice.

One person voiced an objection, "No, Aoyama Xiu Xin is very skilled. If we split into four, he could beat us one by one. If he gets a gun, the other three would also be doomed."

The legend within police circles was that Aoyama Xiu Xin was an extraordinary fighter with unparalleled marksmanship.

"He’s human, not a god! Don’t be fooled by those exaggerated tales. Even with a gun, could he counterattack?" Imamura Masafumi was dead set on killing Aoyama Xiu Xin and scoffed at such words, "Split up and act fast. Kill him and get out. We cannot drag this on."

The other three exchanged glances, seeing no choice but to follow Imamura Masafumi’s orders; indeed, they couldn’t delay any longer.

They took confidence from the guns in their hands.

Yes, rumors are always exaggerated. Unarmed, they wouldn’t be Aoyama Xiu Xin’s match, but with guns, could they really lose? Besides, they weren’t ordinary individuals.

Hearing the four would split up, Aoyama Xiu Xin immediately saw his opportunity for a counterattack. As long as he got hold of a gun, these people were doomed.

He crouched silently behind a tombstone, listening intently for footsteps. His senses and physical prowess far exceeded those of average people, and when he focused, he could hear someone stealthily approaching.

As the person came behind the tombstone, Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly sprang up, seizing the attacker’s gun hand with lightning speed. Imamura Masafumi and the other two swung their guns around to the source of the sound.

"Bang bang bang!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin pulled the person into his arms, using them as a human shield. Three bullet holes instantly appeared on the body, resulting in immediate death. He flipped the opponent’s dropped gun into the air with his toe, grabbing it mid-air and fired two quick shots, bang bang.

Both shots hit their targets in the center of the forehead, causing instant death.

Imamura Masafumi was shocked, quickly diving behind a tombstone. Just as he leaped, a bullet whizzed past where he had just been standing. A second later, and he would have been dead.

"Imamura Masafumi, come out! Weren’t you going to avenge that old dog Heng Lu Guangnan? How are you going to kill me, hiding like that?" Aoyama Xiu Xin taunted while approaching Imamura Masafumi’s direction with his gun drawn.

After Heng Lu Guangnan’s death, a mere secretary like Imamura Masafumi insisted on avenging him, proving the depth of their bond. So using Heng Lu Guangnan to provoke Imamura Masafumi, Aoyama Xiu Xin believed it would work.

"Do you know how he died? He was pushed off the building by my men, and a broken table leg impaled his body, spilling his bloody entrails. Who would’ve thought he’d die so miserably after all his dignified years? It’s a pity you didn’t see it..."

"Ah! Bastard, shut up!" Driven by tension, fear, and rage, Imamura Masafumi, his face twisted with rage, stood up and aimed his gun at Aoyama Xiu Xin, shouting, "You bastard, die!"

If this were a drama, in such a berserk mode, the bullets would miraculously avoid him, and he’d wreak havoc, only dying after numerous gunshots.

But this wasn’t a drama. Aoyama Xiu Xin pulled the trigger first, hitting his wrist. Imamura Masafumi cried out in pain, dropping his gun to the ground.

He squatted down, trying to pick up the gun with his left hand.

"Bang!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin fired another shot, hitting his left hand.

"Ah!" Imamura Masafumi screamed again.

"Bang! Bang!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin fired as he walked forward.

Imamura Masafumi’s legs were hit, causing him to lose balance and collapse, sweating heavily while convulsing, his eyes filled with venomous hatred as he glared at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Even with his limbs shot, he crawled forward with difficulty, trying to reach his gun for a counterattack.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stepped on his head, looking down condescendingly, ridiculing, "With such little skill, you want to kill me? Measure your worth; if I were so easy to kill, why do you think I’ve offended so many yet still live today?"

"You’re a shameless scoundrel, a hypocritical pretender!" Imamura Masafumi cursed through gritted teeth.

"Hahahaha!" Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed wildly, unbothered by the insults, instead feeling triumphant, "Yes, I’m selfish, a hypocrite, but so what? Everyone sees me as a great hero, a righteous guardian, an upright official! Meanwhile, you and Heng Lu Guangnan are branded as corrupt criminals, and I stand taller on your corpses, receiving more admiration and respect. What can you do about it?"

"Ahhhhh! You won’t die peacefully! You won’t die peacefully!" Imamura Masafumi screamed hysterically, his eyes nearly popping out.

"I don’t know if I’ll die peacefully, but you’ll definitely die before me." Aoyama Xiu Xin pointed the gun at his head, speaking calmly, "Since you were so close to Heng Lu Guangnan, let me reunite you two."

With that, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Imamura Masafumi’s voice ceased abruptly, his head drooping low, eyes wide open in death.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked towards Guangzi, greeting her with a gentle smile, "Little girl, don’t worry, it’s over now."

But Guangzi looked at him in terror, her eyes welling up with tears, her small body trembling.

At five years old, she understood some things.

She didn’t know the exact circumstances, but she felt this person seemed as frightening as the bad people.

"Don’t be afraid, the bad people are all dead, uncle is here to save you." Aoyama Xiu Xin put on what he thought was a very kind smile, reaching to touch her face.

"Wah!" Seeing the hand reaching ever closer, Guangzi burst into tears, terrified.

"Chief!" "Chief Aoyama!"

With the sound of hurried footsteps, a dozen plainclothes officers ran in, drenched in sweat.

Aoyama Xiu Xin withdrew his hand, stood up, and calmly said to them, "I’m fine, the hostage is fine too, and the bandits have been taken care of."

The plainclothes officers looked at the corpses on the ground, then at the unharmed Aoyama Xiu Xin, and were filled with admiration.

What is a war god?

This is it!