Are You Crazy? You're Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

“???”

“What’s happening? Who are those people up front?”

“Wow, did Big Brother just strike? Were there people on the right?”

“Who are those more than twenty people ahead?”

“??? What’s this? There’s now an India option in my livestream. Are these people from India’s inspection team? They’re so cunning, trying to ambush Big Brother!”

“It’s the inspection team from India. They’ve actually blocked the road ahead. Oh no, Big Brother is in big trouble!”

“Now there are inspection teams from four countries here. The Indian team has even blocked the way ahead. How is Big Brother going to handle this?”

Meanwhile, the livestream audience watched in shock and disbelief. Wang Yun had acted swiftly, and the sudden appearance of more figures, especially another country’s inspection team staging an ambush, left everyone astonished.

They feared for Big Brother’s life as he seemed to be hemmed in from all sides.

Four countries’ inspection teams surrounded Big Brother. How could he possibly escape this predicament?

***

On the construction site, Wang Yun’s expression grew exceedingly grave. He hadn’t anticipated that his actions against Nancheng Bank would draw the attention of so many program inspection teams, particularly the one right in front of him.

Without his god-level alertness, Wang Yun would have surely been doomed today. This realization ignited a fire of anger within him.

He was trapped, with the road ahead blocked and pursuers closing in from behind.

Suddenly, he saw over twenty figures ahead, lifting their submachine guns to take aim at him and opening fire.

Wang Yun’s expression shifted rapidly, and he dashed to the side like an agitated cheetah. Though his gear was formidable, it wouldn’t hold up against the barrage from over twenty submachine guns. His only option now was to make a dash for the nearby shopping mall under construction.

Leaping swiftly, Wang Yun entered the building, his eyes blazing with a chilling resolve and a hint of killing intent. He hurriedly made his way upstairs.

“Quick, after him!” shouted one of the pursuers.

“He’s inside the building, trap him there!”

“Wait, which country’s team is that up ahead? They tried to ambush him and ended up cornering Wang Yun instead. Let’s go, follow up.”

Kolyev, Captain Mita, and members of the Thailand boxing team were taken aback by the turn of events. But their surprise quickly turned to excitement.

They followed rapidly, converging on the shopping mall building under construction to continue the pursuit.

“Get Ames and his team to secure the area around this shopping mall building, check if Wang Yun has exited, and block off this location immediately,” Kolyev instructed through his communicator as he followed the chase.

“Understood. There’s extensive surveillance in the city center. The shopping mall you’re targeting is surrounded by cameras. If Wang Yun emerges, we’ll spot him. Additionally, deploy 20 program inspectors to guard the perimeter,” Wu Yaoming confirmed promptly.

***

“Let’s move out. Today, Wang Yun’s capture is ours to claim,” announced the leader of the more than 20 Indian program inspectors who had been lying in wait.

Their eyes gleamed coldly as they watched Wang Yun flee.

“Also, have our cyber experts monitor the surrounding surveillance to prevent his escape,” the tall, imposing captain commanded, leading his team toward the under-construction shopping mall.

Their agility was remarkable, their eyes glowing in the darkness, a testament to their extraordinary abilities. These individuals from India, known for their ancient and famed yoga-based Kung Fu, were no ordinary people.

Each of them carried a shield made of thick carbon fiber, about half a meter in size, designed to withstand bullets. The Indian inspection team swiftly advanced toward their target.

The Thai boxing team and Captain Mita were equally determined. All their program inspection teams were intent on claiming Wang Yun’s life, eager to emerge victorious. They saw this as an opportunity to make a name for themselves.

The teams charged into the construction site, where the mall had been built up to about fifteen floors. The lights inside were still on, illuminating workers who were laboring overtime.

Wang Yun ascended to the top floor at breakneck speed, scrutinizing the area below with sharp eyes.

“No helicopters in sight, not many program officers around, and the chances of a sniper lurking in the dark seem slim,” he assessed the situation.

He searched for an escape route and his gaze settled on a steel frame.

Numerous steel frames dotted the site, including one yet to be dismantled that offered a direct slide down. Stepping toward the frame, a flicker of reluctance crossed Wang Yun’s eyes. Was he really going to just run away like this?

‘Let’s play their game,’ he thought, his eyes glinting with a mix of coldness and ferocity.

Looking down, he grasped the edge of the wall and leaped to the floor below. His ears were finely tuned to every sound – footsteps, conversations – all funneling into his keen perception.

Upon reaching the thirteenth floor, he immediately picked up the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Twenty-three,” Wang Yun whispered, his eyes focused as he quickly hid behind a wall.

He took a deep breath, silently steeling himself, and remained perfectly still.

These twenty-three must be his ambushers, each armed with a submachine gun. Wang Yun knew that if he could just seize one of their guns, his protective gear would enable him to confront them directly.

He was not about to leave without taking some of them down. This situation unsettled him deeply, his heart and mind restless with unresolved tension.

Leaning against the wall, he waited quietly, attuned to every sound. The group of twenty-three approached without any attempt at stealth, seemingly unconcerned about a potential counterattack. They probably didn’t expect Wang Yun to dare ambush them.

But as footsteps neared, Wang Yun’s hand twitched, ready with his firearm. He swiftly shot at an Indian inspector who had just stepped into view, striking him in the neck. The sudden gunshot momentary stunned the inspector, his face registering shock and confusion.

As Wang Yun emerged, the program inspector caught sight of him and paused, startled. Wang Yun noticed the shield in his hand – a small submachine gun in one hand, a shield in the other.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Wang Yun lunged for the shield and submachine gun, ready to engage in the fierce battle that awaited him.

“Damn it, an ambush?!”

The Indian program inspectors were caught off guard by Wang Yun’s surprise attack, their expressions twisting in fury upon seeing one of their companions killed. They immediately retaliated with shouts of anger.

The two foremost inspectors from India rapidly opened fire on Wang Yun.

Despite being hit three times, Wang Yun swiftly seized the firearm and shield from the fallen inspector and turned them to his advantage. With his shield positioned protectively in front, he retaliated without fear. Equipped with top-tier gear and the newly acquired shield, Wang Yun confidently faced his enemies.

“Raise the shields,” shouted the Indian program inspectors at the front.

Through his translator, Wang Yun understood their command.

Instantly, twenty-two Indian inspectors, especially the front line, erected their shields, forming a bulletproof barrier.

“Hmm?”

Wang Yun raised an eyebrow at the sight. It really was a technological sophistication of their tactics.

Just then, a scornful voice echoed from behind, “Step aside. Don’t make a fool of yourself here. How can you kill Wang Yun with shields up? Let us through.”

“Oh? Haha, so it’s Captain Mita from Japan, the one who Wang Yun can kill as easily as slaughtering a dog,” came a retort from the Indian team.

This unexpected turn of events momentarily surprised Wang Yun. He took a step back, squinting his eyes and listening intently to the unfolding drama.

“Shut up! Today, our Japanese team will definitely take down Wang Yun. Move aside,” Captain Mita retorted sharply, visibly stung by the taunt. His icy gaze bore into the Indian inspectors.

“Struck a nerve, did I? Big temper for someone with little ability. Do you really think we’re afraid of you, Mita, or your renowned Guiye family? You might swagger about in Japan, but that’s about it,” the towering middle-aged leader of the Indian team said coldly, showing no regard for Captain Mita’s status.

At that moment, the Thai boxing team came up from the staircase, scanning the scene with furrowed brows.

“Gentlemen, if you’re going to fight, please step aside and don’t obstruct our mission to kill Wang Yun,” the Thai captain boldly addressed both the Japanese and Indian inspectors.

“Wang Yun, you’ve got guts, ambushing in such a situation. You’re decked out in top-tier gear, bulletproof just like ours. So, let’s settle this with a test of skill. I challenge you to a martial arts duel, Thai style. A battle to the death. Do you accept the challenge?”

His voice resonated with confidence as he issued the daring proposition.

“Then let’s all put down our guns,” Honei Kouten declared, surveying the more than 20 members of the Thai boxing team before shifting his gaze to the Indian contingent, his eyes slightly narrowed.

“You, as well, are formidable warriors of India. If I’m not mistaken, you’re Dragon Hand, the leading disciple of India’s Six-Handed Dragon Buddha. Despite his age, the Six-Handed Dragon Buddha has left a strong legacy, and you indeed represent India’s martial arts world,” he said, his gaze landing on the towering middle-aged man from India, his tone stern. “My disciple’s incompetence is mine to address. You have no right to chastise him. And the Guiye family is not something you can insult. Today, I shall deal with you first before turning to young Wang Yun.”

As he spoke, Honei Kouten exuded a formidable and mysterious aura.

“Ha! If I’m not mistaken, you’re Japan’s martial arts godfather, Honei Kouten. Interesting, very interesting. My master always said that Japan’s swordsmanship and blade arts are rather unremarkable,” Captain Dragon Hand retorted with a cold laugh, his eyes brimming with killing intent. “So be it. Today, I’ll start by defeating you and then give a lesson to your undisciplined and worthless apprentice.”

“Haha, let’s see then. Show me if your martial arts are as strong as your words,” Honei Kouten replied coolly, his arm sweeping back to draw a katana and a samurai sword, one in each hand, ready for the imminent clash.

Wang Yun heard the voices ahead and subtly raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the unfolding situation.

Each nation’s program inspection team was comprised of top-tier elites, none willing to yield to the other. They were all brimming with pride and defiance, ready to put aside firearms for a more primal form of combat.

Everyone was decked out in high-end gear, making firearms less effective, so Wang Yun stretched his body, glancing at the gloves in his hand with a slight smirk.

The Thai program inspection captain challenged him to a fight? A real martial arts battle, then?

The thought sparked a thrilling anticipation in Wang Yun.

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