Chapter 633: Using a Helicopter’s Rotor Blades to Cut Through

Even if Wang Yun suspected her, he still couldn’t pin anything on her without proof.

The program inspectors hanging outside the second floor began firing wildly.

Wang Yun and Ying Yuezi had already taken down the previous wave. This was the second wave. Having seen the first group’s miserable fate, they didn’t even dare approach the balcony directly. They opened fire from an angle outside and above before reaching the second floor.

“Move!”

Wang Yun grabbed Ying Yuezi’s arm and yanked her into the room.

“The poisoned water’s no good anymore. Next, bows,” he ordered.

Ying Yuezi reacted instantly, pulling out the bow and arrows they’d made earlier.

They were nowhere near as deadly as firearms, but this was all they could get their hands on.

Guns were next to impossible to acquire now, unless Wang Yun wiped out an entire group; they could only make their own weapons.

“Big Mouth, Xiao Gao, get ready! Watch out for incoming fire,” Wang Yun shouted toward the two in the hallway. “You four just need to hold the third-floor stairwell. Leave the balcony to me!”

A reply came from farther down.

“Ying Yuezi, if we want to survive this, we have to hold the balcony. If we lose it, we’ll be attacked from both sides.”

The constant ratatat of fire rattled the walls.

They weren’t real bullets, but paint rounds; getting hit meant you were shot and eliminated.

Even so, Wang Yun and Ying Yuezi stayed behind cover. Paint rounds might not kill, but they packed enough punch to hurt, and with so many hitting at once, the impacts made their hands shake.

“I’ll throw stones to distract them, then you shoot. You’ve got to be fast, got to be accurate! If it’s not working, we’ll switch, and you throw instead.”

Wang Yun’s gaze was deadly serious. Ying Yuezi nodded hard.

“I can do it!”

“Three… two… one.”

He spun out, both hands full of stones, bellowed, and hurled them with every ounce of strength.

The volley smashed against the wire mesh with a loud clatter, causing it to sway.

“Ah!”

“Ahhh!”

Pure brute force, making miracles.

The mesh openings were tiny, but Wang Yun’s aim was sharp. Every stone found its mark, and a third of them struck people.

Getting hit meant elimination.

These weren’t ordinary stones; they were props Wang Yun had prepared in secret, their surfaces studded with tiny poisoned needles. Of course, if anyone else had suggested this, the production team would have shut it down immediately.

But Wang Yun? If he said it, he’d make it happen. No matter how absurd the claim from his mouth, it was reality.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The program inspectors close to the wire mesh were hit and taken out, falling away. Those farther back—dangling higher in the air—escaped unscathed.

But they didn’t have time to breathe easily. In the very next second, arrows shot upward as if they’d grown eyes.

The first missed.

The second came close.

The third struck true.

But Ying Yuezi had exposed herself too long. Paint rounds instantly whipped toward her position. Before she could pull back, Wang Yun’s hand clamped around her ankle and yanked her to safety. Paint splattered the spot she’d just occupied.

“You throw. Just toss them hard. It doesn’t matter where. All you need to do is mess up their rhythm. I’ll shoot.”

They switched places without another word. Ying Yuezi didn’t try to be stubborn; throwing stones was easier.

Clatter!

More stones pelted the mesh.

“Captain, we can’t breach the balcony. Their firepower’s too heavy. And we can’t shoot through the wire; it just passes through the holes. We can’t even get close enough to kick it in.”

The men hanging outside the second-floor balcony were getting desperate.

Watching their teammates get picked off one by one, frustration was written all over their faces.

There was no way to break the wire mesh right now. The two defenders inside had too much cover, and they couldn’t land a clean shot. Not only that, the defenders kept firing back, chipping away at their numbers.

“Helicopter!”

Wu Yaoming had reached his limit.

Of all the elite inspectors who had rappelled down from the helicopter, between the second and third floors only eight were left. The other twelve had been eliminated.

If this continued, they’d never get in.

And the people below trying to climb up couldn’t either. Those above simply poured acid straight down from the balcony, trapping them between two threats.

“Helicopter! Use the helicopter’s rotors! Even if it costs us one today, I want that wire mesh gone!” Wu Yaoming’s roar exploded through the comms.

Beside him, Wu Mingyu and the captain of the Yinghua team both froze in shock.

A single helicopter was worth tens of millions.

And he was going to use one, just to tear through a scrap of wire mesh?

Was it worth it?