Top Sexy Girl Group-Chapter 164 - Like Being Shot by a Bullet

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Like Being Shot by a Bullet

Snatch.

I grabbed one of the guys by his face.

Whoosh!

Then, I flung him out of the second floor. Another guy approached me with his fists up soon after. I dodged each blow before throwing a screw punch at him. He flew off the second floor as well. Another one aimed a middle kick at me. I caught the foot. Then, using him as a bat, I began knocking the other guys over.

Pow!

Crash!

Wham!

Crash!

Two men flew before I threw the guy I had been using as a bat after him.

Whoosh!

Crash!

That took care of those five men.

“Now just 23 more.”

I looked down at the first floor. Those terrorists were looking up at me, every one of them looking shocked. A sexy, pretty young girl had killed five terrorists by herself. With a smile, I began to recite the Hunminjeongeu.

“Because the speech of this country is different from that of China, it does not match the letters. Therefore, even if the ignorant want to communicate, many of them, in the end, cannot state their concerns.”

Just then the leader shouted at me.

“How you! Fucking man!”

“I’m a girl. You fucking man.”

“What?!”

“I said I’m a girl, you idiot.”

Is he blind? How am I a man? I’m a girl. Anyways, I gestured for them to come on up. They all aimed their guns at me as the leader shouted.

“Fire!”

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!

Thousands of bullets flew towards me and I dodged them all by running backward. The terrorists all started to run up the stairs to catch me, and that’s exactly what I wanted. It’s easier to get rid of them all of them at once if they stayed together.

“Heh.”

I ran towards the stairs.

***

Ta-da.

As soon as I appeared at the head of the stairs, the men all aimed their guns at me. But none of them could shoot. The space was too narrow. If they all shot at me, then one of their own might get hit. For me, on the other hand, it didn’t matter since all of the men were my targets. So I grabbed one of the men by his head, brought him down, took his gun, and began to shoot.

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!

“Aah!”

“Aah!”

“Argh!”

Aaaah!”

I killed all the men on the stairs, one by one. But that’s what happened. The men on the first floor began to shoot at me with no care for their colleagues. Once again, I had all these bullets flying at me and I blocked them using the body of one of the terrorists. Just then, some of the special agents began climbing in through the second-floor window.

‘Oh no!’

This was bad. The moment the special force came in, the terrorists would freak. And if that happened, they would kill their hostages. And my predictions came true.

“All kill!” the terrorists shouted. A few of them ran towards the agents and the others aimed their guns at the hostages.

“No!”

I took a dagger from the guy I had been using as a shield and threw it at the terrorists.

Whoosh!

Thud!

The dagger got the terrorist. I took another dagger and threw it at another terrorist. With lightning speed, I repeated it until four of the five who had been aiming their guns at the hostages were dead. There was one more left. The leader. I threw another dagger at him, but unfortunately, it had only cut his wrist. I jumped down and landed right in front of him. Then, I punched him the stomach.

Pow!

“Ergh!”

I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him slowly. More than ten hostages had already been killed by his guy. This piece of shit.

“Next time, I hope you’re reborn as a worthless pig.”

I tightened my grip on the guy’s neck. As he began to lose air, he started to flail. Just then, I heard a gun aimed at me from behind my left shoulder. I immediately grabbed a bullet from the leader’s hip as I turned and threw the dagger at the terrorist, but the terrorist was a tad faster. He had already pulled the trigger.

Thud.

The terrorist went down but so did I. This was my first time getting shot. My left shoulder now had a bullet inside, and there was blood everywhere.

“Er…”

Wow, that hurt. Just then, the leader, whose neck had been in my grasp up until now, was now looking through his pockets. He was probably searching for the button to set off the bomb. Too bad for him, I have it.

“Looking for this?” I said, taking out the button and waving it in front of him. The leader’s jaw dropped, wondering how I had gotten it. A crazed expression came over his face.

“You want this?” I asked, my shoulder still bleeding.

“Please…” the leader said, looking desperate. So, I threw the button at him. He looked extremely happy and he pressed the button.

Beep.

But the bomb didn’t go off. The leader looked confused. He pressed it again.

“Beep.”

“?”

Beep.

“??”

Beep beep.

“???”

Beep beep beep.

“????”

Beep! Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

“What?!” he exclaimed in shock. He stared at me, silently asking me what was going on. I shrugged with a smirk. Sorry to say that I had damaged the button while I had it. No matter how many times he clicked it, the bomb would not go off. Looking angry, he tried to grab me. I sent a kick flying to his head.

Pow!

***

It was over for the terrorists. Completely over. There were twelve casualties. Ten hostages and two special agents. And the thirty terrorists dead. No, wait. 29 were dead. The leader was still alive. And I was on my way to the hospital.

“Ahh…”

My left shoulder was wrapped up in gauze, but it still hurt.

“Sian, are you okay?” Miyeon said, looking at me all sad. She told me that she had kept praying during my surgery. I guess the heavens had listened to her because my shoulder was healing quickly. But then again, that could just be my powers. The doctor was shocked as well.

“Hey, I’m okay. Don’t worry,” I said, patting Miyeon on the head. Miyeon smiled.

“It’s hard to believe you’re only human.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I saw everything. The way you were fighting with the terrorists.”

“Oh.”

She saw everything. A lot of people had. Luckily, there had been no cameras. All the security cameras had been damaged and none of the hostages had any plans to record me while their life was at stake. So all they had were their memories.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Knock knock.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Hang on.”

Miyeon headed over to the door and opened it. A middle-aged black man walked in with two other well-built black men standing on either side of him. Behind them was an interpreter.

“I am president,” the middle-aged man said with a smile. I sat up and gave him a small bow. Wow, the president himself. I guess I did do something rather incredible. The president said something and the interpreter translated.

“He wants to thank you for taking down the terrorists. He’s also grateful that you’re still alive.”

“Tell him thanks.”

The interpreter did just that with a smile of his own. The president said something else, which the interpreter translated again.

“The special agents told him what had happened, and he thinks it’s amazing. It was rather unbelievable. He wanted to know if you’re a special soldier back in Korea.”

“No. I’m just a member of a K-pop group called Lovely Girlz.”

The interpreter translated what I said and the president seemed shocked. He gave me a thumbs up and then he spoke again.

“He heard that Taekwondo is famous in Korea. Do girls in Korea learn it there?”

“Yes,” I said with a nod. The interpreter continued to translate.

“To show his thanks, the president would like to grant a piece of land to you.”

“Hahaha. Well, I’d be sad if he just said it in words.”

“What?”

“I mean, I accept,” I said with a smile. The president smiled back. And just like that, I owned a piece of land here. There’s no need for me to reject it. Maybe I can erect a building on the land or something.

“Anyways, he wishes you a speedy recovery and would like to have dinner with you before you go back to Korea.”

“Tell them I accept,” I said with a nod. The president smiled and nodded back.

After I met with the president, Byung-hoon walked in. Byung-hoon Lee. Surprisingly, he had been very concerned about me. Apparently, at the sound of gunshots, he tried to run in himself to save me. Whether or not it was just for show, I was grateful all the same.

“Sian, are you seriously okay?” Byung-hoon asked, looking worried. And sorry.

“Of course. See.”

I held up my shoulder, still wrapped up in bandages. It was rather sexy actually. I was still very attractive.

“That’s good. Mr. Park called and it was crazy.”

“Oh? Mr. Park called?”

“Yeah. He saw it on the news. Mr. Lee was in so much trouble. We could hear the cursing from the roof.”

“Can’t blame him.”

Honestly, of course, Jinwoo would be pissed. He cared about me, so he probably wasn’t in his right state. He’s probably on his way here as we speak.

“He’s on his way here.”

“What?”

Wow, he’s coming. That was nice of him.

“He’ll probably arrive tonight. Anyways, it’s really good that you survived.”

“Right.”

“Did you see the comments? Your fans are all worried about me. I bet they’re all coming here as well,” Byung-hoon said with a smile.

“I’ll have to post on my Twitter to tell them not to,” I said.

My fans. Every time I thought of them, my heart swelled. They were like family to me.

“Get some rest. How’s the hospital food?”

“I haven’t had any yet.”

It’s true. I haven’t had any food yet.

“Oh, okay. You should get some food. I’ll get something really good.”

“A lot of it, please.”

“Don’t worry. I know.”

With a smile, Byung-hoon left. I wonder what he would buy? I hoped he would buy a lot of it. I was excited. Africa has a lot of good local specialties, right? Now I seriously want to eat. I’m so hungry!!!