The kick he delivered had not yet retracted when "bang bang" gunshot sounds rang out. Two shots, actions fast as lightning, the other two officers who were too late to fire their guns were neatly and crisply felled by Zhang Ziwen's return fire. This was pure reflex. The charge into the vehicle taking just 1 second, ordinary police vs. special forces elite, and the outcome was instantaneously clear.
Having dealt with the escort officers, Zhang Ziwen quickly moved to the corner of the prison van. Poor Fatty, tears and snot mixing, was coughing violently in the corner of the van. Zhang Ziwen's gaze was sharp as he caught sight of him the moment he burst into the vehicle.
