I Received Messages From Future Self!

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Break the Door!

Fatty wriggled his lips, smacked his mouth but eventually said nothing more.

Yet from Fatty’s expression, it wasn’t hard to guess that he was very dissatisfied with the decision made at home, with a hint of ferocity flickering in his eyes.

The non-mainstream youth glanced at Fatty and then at the middle-aged man, then pulled a gun from behind his waist and with a “click,” chambered a round.

“When the time comes, we’ll use the room as cover. As those cops bust in, kill them one by one, two by two.”

The non-mainstream youth, clutching his gun, spoke in a grave tone.

Upon hearing the non-mainstream youth’s call, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, while Fatty made no particular response.

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The waiting time always seems long.

And with prolonged time comes torture.

Whether it was the detectives outside the door or the trio of non-mainstream youths inside, everyone felt tormented, yet none dared to make a careless move.

This was a dual struggle, both mental and physical.

Whoever lost their cool first would lose an advantage.

“Gulp,”

Fatty swallowed hard.

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He exclaimed, “Fatty doesn’t want to wait anymore.”

“Skinny Monkey, let’s fight our way out!”

Perhaps due to extreme tension, Fatty’s chubby face, covered in folds of fat, had beads of sweat densely dotting it.

“Fight our way out?”

“Do you believe, just by opening the door, there would be several guns waiting for you?”

Hearing Fatty’s words, the non-mainstream youth snorted coldly, speaking in a mocking tone.

At this remark, Fatty’s expression stiffened.

He then glared resentfully at the door.

“Damn cops…”

Fatty muttered under his breath, turned to the coffee table, picked up a cigarette, and lit one for himself, puffing away with a “smack, smack.”

Fatty then plonked down on the sofa.

Puffing heavily on the cigarette, there was something flickering uncertainly deep within his gaze.

The non-mainstream youth glanced at Fatty.

Seeing him smoking, he paid him no further attention.

“Hmph, you can’t make bricks without straw!”

The non-mainstream youth thought disdainfully to himself.

The non-mainstream youth sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, his somewhat grim eyes unblinkingly fixed on the solid wood door in front of him.

“You should sit down and rest for a bit.”

The non-mainstream youth looked up at the middle-aged man and said.

“Okay!”

Upon hearing the non-mainstream youth’s suggestion, the middle-aged man nodded and agreed.

He then promptly sat down on the carpet.

The middle-aged man turned around, opened the cabinet door beside him, took out a pack of cigarettes, tore open the package, lit one for himself, and then passed the box to the non-mainstream youth.

The non-mainstream youth turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man, took the cigarette, and lit one for himself.

“Heh heh…”

“Smoke away, each cigarette you smoke is one gained.”

“Who knows, we might all be dead soon.”

Fatty on the sofa muttered to himself with a snicker.

At those words, the non-mainstream youth turned his head and glared fiercely at Fatty.

“If you can’t speak nicely, then shut your stinking mouth.”

The non-mainstream youth retorted aggressively.

“Tch!”

Fatty sneered disdainfully, turned his head away from the non-mainstream youth, and nonchalantly snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette on the coffee table.

But then he carelessly drew another cigarette from the pack and placed it in his mouth, with a “snap,” he lit it up.

Seeing this, the non-mainstream youth sneered coldly, he could tell that Fatty was very anxious now, and his mental defenses were about to break.

…

“Captain, the traffic accident over there hasn’t been cleared up yet, do we continue to wait?”

Outside the door, a team member spoke cautiously.

Upon hearing this, the second team leader clenched his teeth.

He said, “We can’t wait any longer, let’s do this!”

With teeth clenched, he stood up.

His legs had gone numb…

The second team leader stomped his feet, checked his gun to make sure there were no issues, and with a wave of his hand signaled everyone to move out.

Following the second team leader’s signal, members of the Criminal Investigation Division’s second team flooded out of the staircase.

“Breach the door!”

The second team leader pointed at the security door and said in a deep voice.

Two tall and strong detectives, carrying the breaching hammer, walked up to the security door, aimed at the lock, and were about to get to work.

…

“There’s a noise outside the door!”

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the room growled.

Immediately, the middle-aged man leaped up, gripped the gun in his hand, and aimed it at the door.

The next second, a loud bang echoed from the solid wooden door outside the security door, and the entire door frame trembled.

“Fuck!”

Fatty, who had been smoking on the sofa, cried out in alarm, and the cigarette dropped from his mouth.

Fatty jumped up from the sofa in a panic, clumsily grabbing his gun.

“What’s happening?”

Fatty asked with a trembling voice.

“The cops are breaching the door!”

The non-mainstream youth said coldly.

Hearing this, Fatty was startled.

He carried his gun and walked to the front of the door.

Loading the chamber, flipping off the safety, his movements were swift and fluid.

Fatty raised his gun, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

The expression of panic from just moments ago vanished.

“Bring it on, Fatty’s ready to fight you all!”

Fatty shouted angrily.

The non-mainstream youth glanced coldly at Fatty.

Contempt flashed in his eyes for just a moment.

As if looking at an idiot.

“Bang!”

Just then, the security door was hit by another loud noise.

The steel security door now had a visible dent in it.

“Breaching hammer!”

The non-mainstream youth cursed under his breath.

This high-grade security door was indeed sturdy.

A sturdy door is fine…

It could buy them, the non-mainstream youth and his group, time, preventing the cops from breaking in.

But…

It also protected the cops outside breaching the door.

Such a thick steel door, the handguns in the hands of the non-mainstream youth and Fatty could not penetrate it.

If it had been an ordinary door, they could have taken the chance while the cops were breaching to shoot, and whoever came through the door would be hit by a “peanut.”

But now…

Saved by the security door, doomed by the security door.

Seeing this, Fatty glared at the middle-aged man and muttered, “Why the hell did you buy such a good door? What a waste of money!”

Hearing Fatty’s words, the middle-aged man’s face showed a baffled expression.

“Are you blaming me?”

The middle-aged man murmured in his heart.

“Bang!”

Another loud noise, and the door frame shook again.

The security door now sported another large dent.

The door lock was starting to look precarious.

It seemed like it could fall off at any moment.

Seeing this, the non-mainstream youth had an idea and said, “See that door lock?”

“Once the door lock falls, shoot through this hole. Even if we don’t hit the cops, the ricochets might scare them.”

“But if the lock falls off, won’t the door just open?”

Fatty grumbled.

“You iron blockhead, the door’s already deformed from the cops’ blows. Even if the lock is broken, the door won’t open straight away,”

the non-mainstream youth scolded irritably.

After being scolded, Fatty rolled his eyes, the vicious light briefly flitting across them.

“Bang!”

Yet another loud noise, and the lock of the security door, with a clang, fell to the floor.