Chapter 881: He Hanchuan Meets the Cold (2)

e of this accident will become attempted murder. 。"Hanchuan, do you know what this means" She coughed violently after speaking, covering her mouth with her hand. Her pretty face paled even further. 。...Thank you.

He lifted the cup and took a light sip.

When he drank the fresh liquid, his usually weary face regained some vitality.

After taking care of him, the assistant put the water back into his backpack. Immediately, he took out his binoculars and looked toward the thick smoke billowing from the opposite building, his expression growing darker.

"Boss, it seems like this war won't be over anytime soon. We've been holding out here for a long time. Why don't you go back and rest first Leave everything here to us."

"Need not."

He stared at the battlefield with unwavering eyes, his voice laced with coldness.

"We didn't bring enough brothers with us, and the French police won't be able to send reinforcements anytime soon. If I leave, we're definitely going to lose!"

It wasn't a problem until it was mentioned, then the assistant's fury flared up instantly. They slammed their hand down on the floor.

"Damn it, never expected this. We were actually outmaneuvered by the 'Hawk' organization. They've been watching us for over a year in our own country, and we still couldn't prevent it. That damn Milan, he was actually Chris all along..."

"Shut up!"

He turned his head, a cold glint in his deep eyes as he interrupted him coldly, "Walls have ears, don't talk nonsense anymore."

"Yes!"

The assistant reluctantly agreed.

Privately, however, he clenched his fists secretly.

He wasn't as patient as He Hanchuan. He absolutely loathed Milan!

"Boom—"

Just then, a deafening explosion was heard, and the guard bunker built downstairs was blown open.

A cloud of dust billowed, and a gigantic fireball shot skyward with a deafening roar, engulfing the sunlight and plunging everything into darkness. It was like stepping into hell on Earth!

Even the building they were in trembled.

He Hanchuan watched as his brothers inside the bunker were blown to pieces, their limbs flying everywhere. His pupils constricted suddenly.

"Get into position!" he ordered in a low voice.

"Yes!"

The assistant shouted loudly, raising their guard, and prepared to enter combat.

He picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand and asked the guard on the first floor, "Hello How's it going"

But then there were a few "di-di" sounds coming from the other end, and all the instruments went dead. No one answered him!

Realizing this, He Hanchuan's eyes deepened, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

"Boss, something's wrong."

As expected, a man with bloodstains on his face walked up, his face contorted in terror. “We fell into their trap. There were ‘Hawk’ organization members already stationed inside this building. Our brothers on the first floor have all been blown to pieces. We're currently at a disadvantage.”

As soon as the words left her lips, He Hanchuan's handsome face darkened, his palm clenched into a fist.

A touch of sadness flashed in his eyes!

All the brothers downstairs are dead...

"How could this be!" the assistant cried in panic, "We were already forced into this situation with insufficient manpower, and now we've been ambushed. How can we possibly have a chance of winning"

The man remained silent.

"He Hanchuan, I know you're inside."

At that moment, a seductive male voice suddenly came from downstairs.

The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing three figures standing below. Leading the group was a man in a black robe, his face half-covered by a mask with a snake-like pattern. The exposed jawline was exquisitely defined.

The masked man smirked, “You’d best surrender peacefully, or I’ll be forced to take matters into my own hands.”

"That's right, opposing us won't end well for you. You'll only lose more troops. He Hanchuan, our boss said, as long as you're willing to come with us, the others can be let go!"

This time, speaking was the woman standing behind the man in the mask. She had golden hair, and wore heavy makeup.

On the right side of the masked man stood a woman wearing a cloak and a baseball cap that covered her face. Judging by her figure, however, it was not difficult to see that she was Milan.

Now I'm left with no choice but to rebel.

He Hanchuan's handsome face was grim, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his eyes filled with struggle.

He has already lost too many brothers.

If the fighting continues, there will be no good outcome for them.

The assistant's face was ashen, yet he still knelt on the ground, begging with a trembling voice.

"Boss, as long as you give the order, your subordinates will charge into battle immediately. We all follow you through thick and thin, and we wouldn't regret dying for you!"

"No."

He Hanchuan's handsome face was covered with coldness, his voice serious, "They want me, continuing this fight is just making futile sacrifices."

"But what can we do!"

After his words fell, a heavy cloud seemed to settle between He Hanchuan's brows. He pursed his lips.

“He Hanchuan, you’d better hurry up, my patience is almost worn out!” The masked man downstairs was getting impatient. He clenched a bomb control device in his hand and sneered, “I’ve planted a bomb here. I’ll give you the last five minutes. If you don’t come out, I’ll make sure you and your brothers meet their end together!”

“ ”

He Hanchuan's handsome face darkened even further, his fists clenched tightly, and his body trembled slightly with them.

"Damn it, I'm going to fight these people!" A flash of anger ignited in the assistant's eyes. He finished speaking and stood up, ready to rush down the stairs.

"Halt." He Hanchuan's voice, deep and grave, cut him off.

"President He..." The assistant gritted her teeth, unwilling to yield.

"They want me. Going there would only be a pointless sacrifice, it's not rational." He Hanchuan spoke seriously, picking up the telescope in his hand and looking at the timer the masked man was playing with.

At that moment, the masked man seemed to notice his reaction, raising his head slightly and giving him a sinister smile.

"You have eleven minutes left. You better come down peacefully, unarmed and without any defensive equipment, or you'll be dead."

He didn't respond to anything. He simply placed the telescope gently on the ground, then took off his weapon, bulletproof vest, and other equipment.

The assistant stared at him, her eyes filled with astonishment. "Mr. He, what do you mean You're not really… going to go through with it, are you!"

He remained silent, only quietly putting everything in place before finally taking his phone out of his pocket and pressing the power button to switch it off.

The assistant sensed something was wrong, her face paling.

He knew deep down that once He Hanchuan made a decision, no one could change it. So he simply knelt on the ground with a "bang."

"Big Brother, you can't do that! If anyone has to die, it should be me. You have a wife and children, how can you possibly go to your death"hat will you…"Before she could finish her words, Old Master He raised his cane and, with a face ashen with anger, cut her off. "You wretch!"He stared, his eyebrows furrowed, and quickly stood up, pull...