David Florence was right. The location of the three sleeper cells was merely a fifteen-minute drive from that of Xinguan's. Dan Walters. Feroz Ali. Anton Lebedev. These were the three sleeper cells, who hadn't been there when Rong Xinghe had gone all... Ripper. They had other plans to carry out, of course.

As the couple reached the bottom of the enormous building of St. Mary Hospital, Rong Xinghe fixed her eyes upon the man beside her, passing him her revolver, "Take it.", she said. "What about you?", Xi Yuan frowned. To his surprise, the girl knelt down and pulled out another Glock .45 GAP gun, "I've got it.", the woman smirked.

"Okay, so listen.", the girl placed her hand over the man's shoulder, looking straight into his eyes, her expression solemn, "There are three of them. They are here to rescue or escort a potential terrorist out of here tonight, who would lead them further in the upcoming attacks. That person could be a patient, or staff, or even one of the doctors.

"Some of our soldiers have been keeping an eye on this hospital for a while now, and they must've known that. So they must be with firearms.

"Yuan. Shoot first, think later. That's it. That's what we've got to do. Stay alert, at all times. Okay?"

Xi Yuan raised his brows, a smile appearing upon his lips, "I like it when you boss me around. You know that, right?"

Stunned for a moment, the girl was rendered speechless. "Just come back to me in one piece, hmm?", the girl smacked the man in his arms, agitated. Eliciting a nod from the man, the woman checked for the bullets in her handgun before she sidled into the oddly still corridor, via the back entrance, Xi Yuan following behind her.

Xinguan parted ways only after Rong Xinghe gestured the man to do so, a minute or two after getting into the hospital, as the girl felt that that way, they'd be able to cover more ground. While Xi Yuan climbed up the hospital stairs, the girl scanned the ground floor herself.

The man hadn't even gotten to the first floor when he heard a cry. A scream, really. A terrified, desperate scream for life. The man sat down on his knees, taking cover behind the dark stairs.

It was now that he saw it. The first dead body. The receptionist, lying in the pool of her own blood. Then, the other. And another. From where he was, he'd already witnessed about seven deceased. What a mess, the man cursed under his breath.

"Where is Maksoor Khan?", one of the men standing next to the receptionist's body yelled at someone else, far beyond Xi Yuan's range of sight. The man had a fluent English accent, his voice deep. A tall figure, well-maintained body, firm grip over the rifle in his hands, dark complexion.

"C wing, third floor.", another voice resounded through the quiet space. This voice was comparatively shrill. "Dan's on it.", the other man said again, "You keep watch here. I'll go check." Xi Yuan waited for the sound of footsteps to fade before he took in a deep breath, aiming at the back of the man left alone on the first floor.

Bang! Bang!

Rong Xinghe's grip over the GAP gun almost loosened the moment the sound of the two firings traveled to her from the high up. Taking one last glance at the three security guards' bodies, the girl leaped towards the stairs in a hurry. But as she reached the floor above, all she saw was the dead body of Feroz Ali, one shot into the heart, another right through the skull. As she looked at the wounds, the girl couldn't help but shake her head helplessly. And he had the nerves to call her the Devil!

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Quietly, Xi Yuan made his way to the third floor, for he knew where the other two obscene creatures must've headed. The man walked for a few seconds, browsing through every room before he heard some noises. The man stepped into one of the patients' wards, hoping to get some lead.

The two men were occupied in some heated argument about how the guy they'd come to rescue was nowhere to be found. A moment or two later, the men decided to check the floors all over again and separated next. Xi Yuan waited for the man, who he was sure was Anton Lebedev, provided his accent, turn about the corridor paths and walk considerably at a distance before he finally followed behind the other guy, Dan Walters.

Bang!

One more headshot and this one was gone too. But before Xi Yuan could go into hiding again, he felt something cold against the back of his head. Damn it! That Anton Lebedev mustn't have walked for long, Xi Yuan conjected. Turning around, the man faced his enemy, his eyes giving away no expression. His assumptions were precisely accurate. It was indeed the Anton guy, abhorrence reflecting through his nasty little eyes.

Anton Lebedev scrutinized Xi Yuan's well-groomed guise with a disgusted expression, his lips pressed tightly. Even so, Xi Yuan could tell he had no idea who he really was. No one looked at the CEO of Xi Corporations the way he did. Over the years, the man had seen people look at him with a lot of emotions. Admiration, challenge, hatred, enmity, fear. But none dared to gaze at him as if he were unworthy. Naturally, Lebedev's look could be surmised into cluelessness regarding Xi Yuan's identity.

"Kaafir...", Anton laughed manically, after some time, his Rheinmetall MG 3 still pointed at the man, "When will you guys understand?! No one can beat us. No one!"

With that being said, the diversionist lightly pressed the index finger of his right hand over the trigger of his machine gun, the 7.62x51mm NATO cartridges set to rip open Xi Yuan's flesh.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a thud, a body was shot down to the white hospital floor, blood oozing down its back, coloring the tiles to red as it flowed endlessly.

"Not him!", a voice roared shortly later. Xi Yuan lifted his head up, reverting his attention back to someone much more important, and it was then that his eyes met the girl's, and a smile came to him, "Are you okay?", he questioned worriedly.

Running into his arms, Rong Xinghe took in his unique scent, burying her face into his chest, her throat choking as tears threatened to roll down her eyes, "That's my question.", she complained, in the end.