Martial Arts Livestreaming
Chapter 256 - 233: Who Dares to Make a Move?

Chapter 256: Chapter 233: Who Dares to Make a Move?

"OH my God! A terrorist attack?"

"Has someone called the police?"

"I have!"

"What do these people want to do?"

"Is this part of a show?"

"Are you kidding me, haven’t you seen people getting shot and bleeding?"

...

Rune Street was filled with surveillance cameras just for today’s match, and at this very moment, the live audience were able to see what was happening on the streets from all angles.

Many viewers from the United States had called the police, while the audience from Hua Country, apart from being spectators, were mostly worried about the safety of Wu Li and the Seeking Martial Arts production team.

"Is this what they call liberty in America?"

"It’s terrifying, what are these people up to?"

"Wu Li is so powerful, he won’t be in trouble, right?"

"There are so many of them, all armed, what can Wu Li do? Let’s pray for him."

...

Everyone from the clothing store had gone out and were squatting in several rows outside the shop.

On Rune Street, about a dozen armed criminals, each guarding a section of the street, were keeping watch over the people on both sides. They all wore black hoods, hiding their faces, and carried assault rifles.

There were quite a few children and women in the crowd, their cries echoing all over.

At this moment, Wu Li was probably the calmest person around, observing the movements in his vicinity and quietly removing his Gloves and headgear.

"What are you doing?" Chen Gang saw Wu Li’s actions, and his expression changed, he then quickly asked in a low voice.

Wu Li softly replied, "Wearing these will affect my performance."

While speaking, he also removed the Protective Equipment from both his hands and legs.

"You want to perform? Don’t mess around!"

Chen Gang was startled; he had seen Wu Li’s ability to dodge bullets the other night but still didn’t want Wu Li to take the risk.

"It’s just a precaution."

Wu Li said while quietly unfastening his torso and groin Protective Equipment and slipping them off piece by piece.

Luckily, there were only three people patrolling back and forth in front of him, and they hadn’t noticed Wu Li’s subtle movements.

In a short while, at the intersection, eight people also wearing black hoods and carrying black backpacks came out of a shopping center.

They split into four pairs and walked in the four directions of the intersection.

Two of them walked towards the section of the street where Wu Li and the others were. They took a bunch of things out of their backpacks and placed them on the ground, then continued walking forward.

Many handcuffs were placed on the ground, along with a black vest that was very thick. You could see that the vest was filled with many tubular objects and an assortment of red and green wires.

A bomb vest!

The moment everyone saw the vest, the term "bomb vest" flashed through their minds.

"You, come out!"

On Wu Li’s side, an armed criminal pointed at a woman to stand up.

Trembling all over, the woman got up and pleaded incessantly, "Please, don’t do this! I beg you!"

The criminal impatiently pulled her out and another person cuffed her hands with not one, but two sets of handcuffs, affixing one to each of her wrists.

"You, come out!"

The criminal pointed at another woman, signaling for her to come out, then cuffed her right hand to the left hand of the woman who was pulled out earlier.

Wu Li immediately understood the criminals’ intentions. They wanted to connect everyone present with handcuffs and then make one person put on the bomb vest.

In this way, if the bomb went off, more than one person would die.

On two streets, Bill had prepared a total of twelve bomb vests. He had instructed his men to divide the crowd below into twelve groups, each group handcuffed into a row to form a human wall, and then one person per group was to wear a bomb vest. Such an arrangement would make it very difficult for the police to rescue people; to enter the street, they would have to either parachute in or face three barriers from any direction they tried to come in.

Dealing with the lives of hundreds of people, Bill was quite sure the police wouldn’t dare to act recklessly, buying him a lot of time—enough to kill the Hongmen people and evacuate.

He was crazed but didn’t plan to die here.

Moreover, such an arrangement not only could stop the police on the outside from coming in but also block the Hongmen people from getting out!

The cries and pleas for mercy, as well as the criminals’ cursing voices, filled Rune Street.

"You two, come out!"

Across from where Wu Li and the others were, a criminal pointed at a mother and daughter in the crowd. The woman appeared to be in her thirties, and the little girl was about seven or eight years old.

These people were prioritizing selecting women and children to cuff.

"No! Please, she’s just a child, let her go!"

The woman clutched her child tightly, crying and shaking her head.

The criminal pointed the gun barrel directly at them and said coldly, "I’ll count to three. If you don’t come out, I’ll shoot!"

"No!" The woman’s tears flowed as she suddenly reached out to grab the arm of a person next to her, cloaked in protective gear, "Help me!"

The woman probably grabbed someone’s arm in desperation, or maybe she felt that the person in Protective Equipment seemed safer.

The person beside her was Charles.

Charles’ arm was seized, his body shook with a jolt, and he inwardly cursed his luck.

The gunman pointed the barrel directly at him and barked, "Look up."

Charles lifted his head with an ugly expression, his gaze shifty.

"Are you Charles?" To his surprise, the other party recognized him.

Charles nodded bitterly, about to say something, when he was abruptly cut off.

"Do you want to save her?"

Charles froze, not daring to speak.

"Heh." The gunman snorted with cold laughter, clearly relishing the power to decide life and death, especially when the life in question belonged to a UFC fighter, which made the feeling all the more intense.

"So, you want to take her place?"

At those words, Charles’ complexion changed, and he quickly shook his head, struggling to push away the woman next to him and move to the side.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

The gunman burst into laughter, seemingly mocking Charles’ cowardice and quite satisfied with his fear.

Hearing this laughter, Charles hung his head, his face paling. He knew that there were cameras all over this street, and if the live broadcast hadn’t stopped, his actions at this moment were undoubtedly being seen by countless American viewers.

A strong sense of shame made Charles wish he could crawl into a hole, his current feelings almost more unbearable than all the humiliation Wu Li had inflicted on him before.

"How shameful!"

"As a man, he should stand up at a time like this, especially since he’s a UFC fighter?"

"I can’t believe I admired him for so long, it’s so disappointing!"

"Hey, be fair, anyone would think of self-preservation in this situation. He’s just an athlete, not a soldier, not a cop."

...

The American viewers switched camera angles and watched the whole situation play out. They were extremely disappointed with Charles’ performance. Although they didn’t expect him to take down the gunmen, his behavior was far too timid compared to his image in the ring, which was hard to accept.

"Make it quick, my patience has limits!"

After scaring off Charles, the gunman continued to point the barrel at the mother and daughter.

The woman seemed to be paralyzed with fear, just holding her crying daughter tightly and squatting on the ground without moving.

"One!"

The gunman frowned, shouted loudly, and aimed the gun at the woman, ready to shoot without hesitation the moment he counted to three.

"My God, these beasts!"

"Can nobody help them?"

"There’s a child there too!"

"With so many professional fighters on the street, is there not one who dares to resist?"

...

The online viewers could only watch in desperation, with the 911 phone lines nearly overwhelmed, but it was impossible for the police to arrive so quickly.

"Two!"

The nearby people all subconsciously closed their eyes, not bearing to watch what was about to happen.

The three thugs responsible for this section of the street were all focused here, not noticing the movement behind them, as a figure dashed out!

One of the thugs had just turned his head to look, heard the sound, immediately turned back, but it was too late. All he saw was a flash of cold light before him, blood spurting out.

He widened his eyes, desperately clutching his throat with both hands.

The three gunmen were only about three meters apart from each other. The person who suddenly rushed out slashed the throat of the man on the far right without stopping, then in one step reached the middle man, flicked a knife up, slicing the barrel of the rifle, flipping it out of his hands, and followed with a slash across the man’s throat.

The last gunman, who had been aiming at the mother and daughter, only now fully turned around, pointing the barrel at the incoming person.

Seeing that the newcomer had swiftly and cleanly killed two men in the blink of an eye, skills he had only ever seen in their boss Bill, fear surged in his heart, and he fired without hesitation.

Da-da-da!

A burst of gunfire erupted, the thug holding a fully automatic rifle, bullets continuously firing from the muzzle as long as the trigger was held.

In an instant, three bullets were shot out, but the newcomer had already stepped to the front left before he opened fire, bending at the waist and knees, stooping low, dodging the bullets.

The thug tried to swivel the muzzle but saw the attacker straighten like a hunting leopard, pouncing with dagger in hand, a streak of cold light flashing by.

Pffcht!

An artery was severed, blood pressure released in an instant, and blood sprayed out, splattering onto the people crouching behind.

It was only then that cries of alarm went up, and the crowd instinctively dodged away.

Charles, hearing the commotion, looked up toward the person who had acted. When he saw the face of the individual, his eyes widened, his expression complex.

Without a doubt, the one who had intervened was Wu Li.

When Wu Li understood the intentions of these thugs, he had already planned to act. Otherwise, waiting to be handcuffed together with everyone else and for the bomb to be detonated at their captor’s pleasure would leave him too Passive, without any chance to react.

As he saw the gunman about to shoot the mother and daughter, Wu Li acted without hesitation.

He pulled out the two Short Knives hidden on his thighs, the same pair gifted by Li San. Since that day, Wu Li had carried them with him, just in case.

When American viewers were lamenting how more than twenty professional fighters, including a UFC talent like Charles, faced off against the gunmen without a single one daring to counter, Wu Li took action.

In four seconds, he brought down three men!

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