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

Kolyev stood there in a daze. Wang Yun was five meters away from him. Around Wang Yun lay his bloodied men, all looking extremely battered. Their chests heaved violently as they gasped for breath.

“You know Everick, right? He looked at me just like you are now,” Wang Yun said, a mocking smile on his face. “Helpless, pained, unwilling.”

Kolyev’s body trembled slightly, and blood oozed from his knuckles as he gripped his gun.

“So what? Even if I sacrifice myself today, one day you’ll be caught. Justice always triumphs over evil.”

Kolyev stood tall, his back straight. Wang Yun was right. He felt nothing but unwillingness and helplessness. His colleagues were hurrying over, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn’t match Wang Yun’s marksmanship. If Wang Yun wanted to kill him, it would only take a second.

Kolyev’s hands didn’t move. He knew that the moment he raised his gun, Wang Yun’s bullet would come flying.

“You won’t live to see that day.”

As Wang Yun’s voice fell, he swung his arm. Kolyev’s body reflexively tried to dodge, but his movement was minimal. He knew that even if he dodged, it wouldn’t make a difference.

However, contrary to Kolyev’s expectations, the alarm on his body didn’t go off. Instead, he felt a heavy blow to his forehead.

When Kolyev opened his eyes again, Wang Yun and his men had already passed by him, completely ignoring him.

Kolyev was filled with disbelief.

“You… but you won’t escape,” he shouted, watching the five of them.

Meanwhile, at the main entrance of the stadium, the chaotic sound of footsteps grew clearer. Wang Yue and her team had arrived.

“Boss, what do we do?” Brother Hu asked anxiously.

Wang Yun frowned.

“Let’s go. We’ll retreat and run from the place you were hiding earlier. Their firepower is all concentrated here. Move quickly. Old Song, can you manage? I’ll carry you,” Wang Yun said as he rushed to Old Song’s side, lifting him onto his shoulder in one swift motion.

“Boss, put me down quickly, there’s no time,” Old Song shouted. “My leg is injured. Even if we escape, I’ll just be a burden to you.”

“Shut up,” Wang Yun snapped. “If I can carry Brother Hu with his size, I can carry you for sure. We promised to eat hotpot together, and no one’s getting left behind.”

With that, Wang Yun gritted his teeth and ran towards the back exit.

The other exit was about thirty meters away, but they needed to climb up to the audience seats and cross hundreds of steps. This made the escape significantly more difficult than running on flat ground.

“Stop! Wang Yun!” Wang Yue’s voice echoed behind.

Wang Yun had been running for less than ten seconds. At the same time, familiar gunfire erupted. Bullets rained down around Wang Yun, sounding like firecrackers.

“Boss, hurry!” Brother Hu and the others were already ahead.

Little Gang was on the steps, firing his slingshot at their pursuers.

“I’ll cover you! Move it, Boss!” Little Gang shouted.

Wang Zi stood beside Little Gang, but how could his melee weapons compete with guns? Despite their speed, the barrage of bullets kept him from even lifting his head. The enemy’s firepower was too overwhelming.

“Fall back! You can’t match them,” Wang Yun yelled through gritted teeth.

He had already expended too much energy earlier, and now carrying Old Song up the steps was taking its toll on him.

“Wang Yun, I advise you to surrender. You can’t escape,” Wu Yaoming shouted through a megaphone as they steadily approached.

Although Wang Yun’s group had weaker firepower, they were desperate fighters with exceptional marksmanship. Additionally, Wang Yun’s team had cover, while Wu Yaoming’s team was exposed in the open. Charging recklessly was not an option.

“Surrender? That word doesn’t exist in my dictionary!” Brother Hu shouted back before Wang Yun could respond.

His voice was loud, defiant.

As he yelled, he extended his hand, tightly gripping the gun he had seized earlier, though its magazine was nearly empty.

Wu Yaoming and his team continued to press forward, their suppressive fire echoing through the stadium. Brother Hu, Little Gang, and Wang Zi managed to reach the other exit. Wang Yun and Old Song were still five meters away.

“Old Song, how many bottles do you have left?”

Wang Yun’s god-like hearing enabled him to precisely gauge the distance between them and the enemy. He knew that shooting from this distance was feasible. He needed to buy at least five more seconds. Once they made it through the exit, they would be temporarily safe.

“Only two left. Should I throw them?”

Old Song, despite being carried by Wang Yun and hanging upside down, managed to lift his upper body.

“Throw them. Buy us some time,” Wang Yun said.

Upon hearing Wang Yun’s last words about buying time, Old Song hesitated for a moment. Then, in the next second, he bit his lip, his eyes filled with a sorrowful determination, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

“Boss, I don’t regret following you,” Old Song exclaimed. “I’ve never faced so many people head-on in my life, nor have I ever experienced a gliding sprint. I won’t be able to have that hot pot this time. When you get the chance, eat some extra for me. I love eating tripe.”

As Old Song finished speaking, Wang Yun instinctively felt something was wrong. But before he could react, Old Song had already struggled off his shoulders and jumped down.

“Old Song, what are you doing?” Wang Yun shouted in surprise, turning to look at him.

He saw Old Song holding the last glass bottles in his hands, completely ignoring the injury to his leg.

“I’m buying you time,” Old Song roared, not looking back as he charged toward Wu Yaoming and his men.

“Old Song!”

“Old Song!”

“You’ll never catch Wang Yun! Never!” Old Song shouted.

Bang! The first sound was a gunshot.

Bang! Bang! The second sound was the glass bottles smashing.

As Old Song threw the bottles, he was hit by a bullet. His body fell to the ground, and a shrill alarm sounded from the device on him.

“Song Jianhui is hit and eliminated,” the mechanical voice of the staff announced.

The bottles Old Song had thrown created a wall of fire in front of him, blocking Wu Yaoming and his team’s path.

“The fire is toxic, be careful,” Kolyev shouted from behind.

“Cough, cough! What’s in this stuff? It’s choking!”

“Move away from the smoke!”

“Anyone inhaling the toxic gas is eliminated.”

All program inspectors near the wall of fire were eliminated. Old Song exchanged his life for six others.