Fan grabs the half empty water bottle he still hasn't forgotten and charges through the glass that breaks from the sudden force of a teenager. As the glass breaks, Fan tries to gain back the momentum he had just a second ago. By the time he's at full speed, the 3 gunmen are already aiming at him. In a split second, he throws the water bottle at the closest Black Force user to him with incredible strength and speed. The bottle hits him in the head and hilariously, from a spectators view, the bottle bounces off and flies upward into the air. After that, Fan charges towards the still recovering gunman and knocks him down unconscious with one swing. He then jolts to the sound of multiple bullets being fired at him. He suddenly changes course of running to the remaining 2 gunmen to the still in momentum water bottle. He grabs it and 5 bullets are fired directly passed him that were intended for his head.
With a sudden anger for this Black Force user, he starts walking towards him with killing intent that could be felt by all in the room. The hostages are almost as scared of this sudden hero as they are of the terrorists. The Black Force user is just as scared as they are, but he refuses to think that just a teenager can have this aura. He begins to fire his Black Force in bursts but is futile as Fan then begins to sidestep with suddenly incredible speed he never knew he had, creating black blur after images. As soon as Fan got within arms length of the Black Force user, he smacked the terrorists' gun to the side where the hostages are but they are dared to touch it by the merciless eyes of the green haired leader.
Fan then uppercuts the defenseless terrorist which sends him flying upwards unconscious like the first terrorist. His unconscious body then proceeds to land in a trash can. "Serves him right." mumbles Fan with a grin. "Now, for you–" Tchk. Fans' words cut short to the sound of a pistol being cocked. He turns slowly in the direction of the sound that was audible to everyone in the room. His eyes stopped on the green haired lady holding the PM-3 to a woman's head who was trembling in fear. "Now what?" asks Fan almost sarcastically. "You come any closer and she dies!" yells the green haired lady.
"Hey, can I ask you for your name?" calmly says Fan. "Even a fake one would do."
"Maruza." she answers without a delay.
This already tells Fan so much. This group of terrorists is organized and does not use their real life names. They use code names and matching black uniforms.
"Okay, Maruza, what are you doing here? I can guarantee you there's nothing of value here and the Mecha Trainee Try-Outs have already passed." says Fan.
"Ha! Now why would I tell you anything about why we're here to begin with?" laughs Maruza.
"Because I'm your hostage and you can just kill me anytime if you wanted to since you know I won't do anything now that you're holding a hostage at gunpoint." answers Fan.
"You've gotta point, but in any case, I'm still not telling you anything." Maruza rolls her eyes at the end.
"Fine. I tried to let you redeem yourself, but it seems all you terrorists are the same." finishes Fan.
Fan then pulls back his arm holding the water bottle still half filled. He summons all the strength in his body and then launches the bottle at 'Maruzas' head. As expected, Maruza blocks the bottle with her arm holding the PM-3. But when she recovers, Fan is already in full sprint toward her. She knows she can't defend against his attacks, so if she's going down, she's taking this lady down with her! Fan notices that she's not moving the PM-3 in his direction. Instead, it's in a swing towards the hostage's head! Even if he summoned every atom in his body to work to its full potential, it wouldn't be fast enough to knock the gun out of the way. He has nothing to throw. Is this the poor lady's last day on Earth?
*BOOM*
Maruza is shot in the chest and falls to the ground, seeming unconscious. Fan looks behind him to see a group of riotmen. At the entrance are 10 armored men holding flame-proof plastic riot shields while 15 or so men behind them are aiming Death Conquests at both Fan and the hostages. "Hands up! Down on your knees!" yells one of them. They must be a squad issued by the police. "Thank goodness." Fan exhales. Fan complies with them and does as told, not wanting to make any more trouble then what the cops need to deal with today.
When everyones on their knees, the squad then begins to disperse with the main majority of the squad moving towards the hostages while 1 riotmen and 2 Death Conquest users approach Fan. "You got a weapon?" questions one of the armed men.
"No, sir." replies Fan.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
With 2 bullets entering Fans' body from his back, he can't help but be pushed forward by the force of them both. He feels numb. Like he knew he got shot, but he can't feel anything but his skin that touches the ground. It's like he's paralyzed but not. Since he can't move his head, he slowly moves his eyes towards the armed men. They begin to fire in the direction where Fan was kneeling on both knees. 'Are they shooting at Maruza?' Fan questions in his head. After about 10 seconds of the armed men laying bullets into the now presumed dead Maruza, Fan notices the empty shells of the bullets they fired now lay on the tile floor. "Goodness gracious, call an ambulance for the kid. Carry him out front and administer first aid once he's on the ground." says one of the armed men. As two armed men sling their Death Conquests to their sides, they pick him up. 1 by his feet and the other by his shoulders.
As they proceed to open the doors that lead outside from the entrance, Fan can't help but catch a glimpse of Maruza. She now lays in a pool of her own blood which still has not stopped spreading outward, stretching its red color all over the marble tiles. As if to haunt Fan forever, in reality and in his dreams, Maruza's lifeless eyes are looking into his. He can't help but close his eyes in disgust with himself. 'This wasn't how it was supposed to go!' internally screams Fan. 'Not 1 person was to die. If there was any other way to resolve the situation without a single death, I would've taken it!'.
As if to mock him for that ridiculous thought, more gunshots can be heard from inside the building. But to know who was getting shot remains a mystery to everyone outside on the sidewalk. News reporters and many civilians seem to stretch across the sidewalk both left and right.
When they carry him out past the gate, they proceed to lay him down on a cot holding him up away from the hard pavement. Fan isn't sure what they're doing, but he feels like it's working as he can start to feel his clothes weighing on him and he can feel his shoes encasing his feet. While the two are patching him up, the news reporters are asking Fan questions as to what his involvement is with the whole situation at hand. He dares himself to respond. If he says anything about having met Maruza before the hostage takeover, then everything he just did inside to protect those hostages will be for nothing. After a few minutes of waiting and pressing questions from the news reporters, the ambulance arrives. Two doctors open the backdoors and roll out a stretcher to lay Fan Xun on.
When both the armed men and the doctors strap Fan Xun in, they altogether lift up the stretcher into the back of the ambulance. When he's in, the doctors climb in with him and sit on opposite sides of him while he lays in the middle. They close the doors and one of them bangs on the wall three times to let the driver know they are ready to move. After the ambulance starts moving, one of the doctors breaks the silence. "You can take a nap while we're on our way to the hospital if you like." she says. "Thank you. I'll do that." Fan replies. Because of Fan's state, it was actually easier than he expected to close his eyes and just relax. He wanted to anyway. He wanted to put everything that happened today on the back burner so he can have some time to himself. Some time to think.