235 Journalist Killer

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The cameras immediately focused on Xia Tian, and the sound of continuous shutter clicks echoed. In this day and age, attacking journalists is a news story that can't be missed, so these reporters naturally wouldn't let such an opportunity slip away.

"Sir, you can't do this..."

"We are reporters, we have the right to interview..."

"Protest violence, strongly protest..."...

A group of people surrounded Xia Tian, filled with righteous indignation and ready to stand up for their fellow journalists.

"Get lost!" Xia Tian was getting a bit impatient. He had important things to do; why were these people causing trouble

Upon hearing his words, the reporters became even more furious.

"Too arrogant!"

"Even people from the Qiao family shouldn’t be this arrogant!"

"We can't back down. We journalists aren't easy to bully either!" ...

Hearing everyone's clamor, Xia Tian found it even more annoying. So he decided to deal with these pests first. He suddenly turned into a faint shadow, and everyone felt their hands go empty before hearing the sound of something breaking. A few seconds later, they discovered in grief and anger that all their cameras, microphones, and other interview equipment had been smashed to pieces.

"If you bother me again, I'll smash your cars and people too. Get lost and stop bothering me while I do my work!" Xia Tian angrily barked.

Qiao Feng'er felt a headache at this moment. This hooligan was truly arrogant; these reporters weren't easy to deal with. Su Xiaocan, on the other hand, found him somewhat admirable. Having suffered from journalists before, he didn't have much regard for them. Although there were many righteous journalists nowadays, there were still those unscrupulous paparazzi who were a nuisance.

"That's too outrageous!"

"You must apologize to us and compensate for our losses!"

"I’ve already reported this to the police!" ...

After a brief silence, everyone became even more furious and shouted loudly. They all criticized Xia Tian's violent behavior, but they subconsciously stepped back a bit, still surrounding him but only verbally criticizing without taking any action. Without cameras and video recorders causing trouble, Xia Tian no longer cared about these reporters and had more important things to do.

"Hey, idiot, stop pretending to be a journalist!" Xia Tian shouted at the man who appeared first. "You're a killer from the Shadow Group; don't you feel ashamed of yourself for acting like those worthless journalists"

Hearing this, the group of journalists became even more furious. How could they not be angry when someone called them worthless However, upon hearing the word 'killer', they felt somewhat suspicious, sensing that something wasn’t right.

Qiao Feng'er's expression drastically changed at this moment. She finally understood why Xia Tian had decided to take action against this person. It turned out that he wasn't a journalist but rather the killer who made the bomb

The man’s face slightly shifted upon hearing Xia Tian’s words, and after a few seconds, he gave Xia Tian a brilliant smile: "You really are our strongest opponent in recent years, Xia Tian. You're very impressive, but I'm curious—how exactly did you figure it out"

With this statement, the man admitted that he was indeed the Shadow Group killer mentioned by Xia Tian. The real journalists instantly paled and turned to run.

"Everyone stay put!" the bomb-planting killer suddenly barked coldly, "There's a powerful bomb in my camera; I only need to press it lightly for all of you to die. Anyone who moves will be blown up along with me!"

The crowd instantly froze on the spot, not daring to move an inch. Although they felt that this person wouldn’t actually blow himself up, out of precaution, they could do nothing but comply.

"Xia Tian, tell me how you figured out I wasn't a journalist," the bomb-planting killer said satisfiedly as he glanced at the dozen or so journalists around him before turning back to Xia Tian. "Tell me and I’ll make sure not to repeat my mistake."

"It's simple; your body reeks of bomb-making materials," Xia Tian replied lazily, "A person who frequently deals with bombs will always have certain odors that can't be eliminated. You don’t need to improve on this point because you won’t get a chance anyway—you’re going to die today."

"Is that so" The Bomb Killer looked relaxed, "Summer, I know you're very skilled. In terms of fighting, I'm not your match, but I didn't come here to fight today. At this distance, if I set off the bomb, wouldn’t even you be unable to escape its effects"

"You can try; I assure you that I'll run far away," Summer said lazily, "Calling you an idiot is an understatement. Do you think this would scare me"

The Bomb Killer's expression slightly changed but quickly returned to normal: "Alright then, even if you manage to avoid it, what about them Do you really believe they can run away within such a short time like you do If I trigger the bomb now, these dozen or so reporters will definitely end up as my companions in death."

Summer looked at the Bomb Killer with even more disdain: "You truly are out of your mind. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with me; anyway, I don't like them either. If you blow them up, it would serve them right!"

"Hey, you can’t do this!" One female reporter was both annoyed and scared as she shouted, "You can’t involve innocent people in your actions!"

"Why shouldn't I" Summer glanced at the female reporter. She looked pretty but seemed rather foolish. What did it have to do with her how he wanted to act

"That's right, you were just trying to protect your colleagues," said Qiao Feng'er from the side in an annoyed tone, "If they die now because of their colleague’s actions, then they deserve their fate."

"I agree too. Summer, go ahead and act; these people don't deserve any concern. Even if they truly die, it would be the killer's fault, not yours," Su Xiaocan added supportively from the side.

"You, you guys are callous towards human life!" The pretty female reporter blushed with anger.

"It's your fellow who likes to play with bombs, not us," Qiao Feng'er snorted. She didn't have any good feelings towards these reporters in the first place, and even if she did, under such circumstances, her choice wouldn't change. As long as that bomb-throwing killer dies, it doesn't matter whether those reporters live or die.

In Qiao Feng'er's heart, Qiao Xiaoqiao's safety is naturally top priority. If this bomb-throwing killer isn't eliminated, Qiao Xiaoqiao will never be safe. To get rid of the threat to Qiao Xiaoqiao’s life, she would sacrifice these innocent people if necessary. The world can sometimes be that harsh; although many people say all lives are equal in value, it's not actually true. These reporters combined wouldn't even amount to one percent of Qiao Xiaoqiao.

"Summer, are you really going to force me to detonate the bomb" At this moment, the bomber started to feel uneasy. He had taken so many hostages and thought he would be safe, but now it seemed that his plan was falling apart. These hostages were not able to threaten Summer at all.

"Why are you being so talkative" Summer sounded a bit impatient. "Can't you just blow yourself up quickly Do I really have to do it for you"

Qiao Feng'er was speechless; did this person have a screw loose Who would actually want themselves blown up

A series of urgent police sirens suddenly rang out from afar, and the sound grew clearer by the second. Soon enough, everyone saw an approaching police car in the distance, and the bomber’s face lit up with a smile. He turned to Summer with a slight smirk: "What do you think now Do you still believe I should blow myself up"

Summer could ignore the hostages, but the police couldn’t. This man believed that as soon as the police arrived, he would be able to leave without any trouble and start planning his next assassination.

But just then, Summer suddenly lunged at the bomber and said, "Since you don't want to blow yourself up, I'll do it for you!"

The threat was immediate; instinctively, the bomb-thrower tried to dodge. But in the next moment, he felt a sudden numbness all over his body, rendering him unable to move.

"Why aren't you running" Qiao Feng'er saw the bomb killer restrained and shouted at the group of reporters.

The reporters immediately scattered, rushing away as fast as they could.

"You should run further too!" Xia Tian said to Qiao Feng'er and Su Xiaocan.

Qiao Feng'er and Su Xiaocan didn't hesitate for a moment and quickly ran into the Qiao residence. Seeing that they were far enough, Xia Tian suddenly pressed on the camera before turning into a faint shadow and rushing away.

Xia Tian did not run into the Qiao residence but instead headed towards the police car that had just arrived. The reason was simple; he recognized it as Cold Ice's vehicle.

Cold Ice, who had just parted ways with Xia Tian not long ago, heard about the explosion near the Qiao family upon arriving at the station and rushed over immediately. As the Qiao residence fell under the jurisdiction of the Eastern District Police Station, although she was no longer a city detective, before reporting to the city bureau, such incidents would first be handled by the district division. Thus, her presence there made perfect sense.

Due to a group of reporters rushing over, Cold Ice couldn't get her car close enough to stop it at the scene. Just as she got out of the vehicle, she felt her slender waist tighten and found herself being hugged by Xia Tian.

Although Cold Ice had already been in this situation multiple times with Xia Tian, she still blushed slightly from embarrassment due to the public setting. She was about to scold him when a loud explosion sounded: "Boom!"

A massive airwave hit them, causing everyone to quickly dive down for cover. Cold Ice didn't feel any attack of the airwave at all because Xia Tian blocked it for her. However, there was still an odd smell in the air from burnt flesh that made one want to vomit. angry to speak. It was clear that he wasn't good at arguing with people; worse still, he wasn't skilled in fighting either.Liuy曼 (should be "Liuyiman" but seems like a typo or name variation) was als...