The fake Wang Wei stared at him. "W-What are you talking about?"
Baki raised his hand. The man squeezed his eyes shut and covered his face. Baki patted him on the head. "No need to lie. You wouldn't want me to get angry."
The man was sweating through his shirt. "I-I don't know anything!"
Baki smiled. "That's bad. Means you're useless." He grabbed the man by the collar, walked to the window, and threw him through it.
Glass exploded outward.
The fake Wang Wei dangled thirty floors up, Baki's hand the only thing between him and the ground. Wind hit him from every direction. He couldn't see the bottom. He started crying immediately. "I'm sorry! Please! I'll answer! I'll answer everything!"
Baki held him there. "Start with why you're here."
The man sobbed. "A few years ago some men kidnapped me. They promised me money and safety if I pretended to be the CEO. I agreed. I don't know anything beyond that. I swear!"
Baki pulled him back through the broken window and dropped him on the floor.
The man pointed at the cameras with a shaking hand. "They watch me through those. By now they should have sent someone, but nobody came. I don't know how to contact them directly."
Baki looked at the cameras. "So even you don't know much." He tapped his foot against the floor and thought about it. "Maybe I'll just wait."
The office door flew off its hinges.
Baki smiled and smacked it aside. "Here they are."
Armed men poured through the doorway with guns already up. Bullets ripped across the room. Two hit the fake Wang Wei in the shoulder and leg. He screamed and went down. They hadn't even looked at him.
Baki's eyes went cold. These people weren't here to rescue anyone.
He rolled forward low and fast and the shots tore through the air above him. He came up inside their range and the nearest gunman's jaw met his kick. Teeth scattered across the carpet. The man dropped.
Baki grinned. "Guns aren't meant to be used this close."
He moved through the room and the men couldn't keep up. His knee caved in one man's chest and the follow-through kick sent him through a bookshelf. His heel came down on another's shoulder with a loud crack. The man crumpled. Automatic fire pushed Baki back toward the broken window. Wind came through thirty floors up. The fake Wang Wei was crawling behind the desk, leaving a blood trail.
Three gunmen advanced together. Baki rushed the first one and hit him twice on the way down. The man's head bounced off the floor. Another tried to aim and Baki's axe kick came down where the man's head had been a half-second earlier. The floor cracked. The man barely rolled clear. Baki faked high, drew the block, then drove his knee into someone else's ribs. Bones broke.
The room was wrecked now. Furniture flipped, bullet holes in every wall, bodies across the carpet. The sprinklers came on.
A cluster near the door opened up together. Baki jumped into it. His uppercut caught one man under the chin and launched him off his feet. He hit the man again in midair and the body came down through the conference table.
CRASH!
Baki landed clean. "You should have brought more people."
The rest started to panic. One came with a knife after losing his gun. Baki punched him in the chest and he stopped moving forward. A second punch to the jaw sent him airborne. Two more tried to flank him. Three roundhouse kicks. One gun went out the broken window. Two men went down. More bullets forced Baki into the air. He spun through them, legs moving fast, hitting anyone in range on the way down.
The ones still standing backed toward the door.
Baki called after them through the smoke. "Leaving already?"
One raised a rifle with shaking hands. Baki closed the gap and punched straight through the barrel. The metal bent. His next hit took the man's shoulder out. The last few ran for the door. Baki didn't let them reach it. He moved through them fast, broke knees, launched one into the others, jumped, and kicked them down the hallway in a pile.
Silence.
Baki stood in the middle of the destroyed office. Water rained down from the sprinklers. He walked to the desk and pulled the fake Wang Wei up by his shirt.
His cheek moved on its own. He pulled back and a bullet passed through the space where his head had been a moment before and buried itself in the wall.
Baki went still. He tracked the angle. Across the street, a building. He was already moving toward the stairs.
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Across the street, a sniper pulled back from his scope. Behind him stood a man with long hair, sunglasses, and a jacket draped over his shoulders.
"Did you get him?" the man asked. His name was Zhang Jian.
The sniper shook his head. "He moved at the last second. He made us and he's leaving now."
Zhang Jian nodded. "Pack up. We're going after him."
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Baki came down the stairs with the fake Wang Wei over his shoulder. Several guards were already down in the stairwell. He checked them quickly, going through pockets until he found a phone on the one who looked like the leader.
It was locked. He pressed the man's thumb against the scanner and the screen opened.
He went to the messages. The guard had sent someone a notification the moment Baki entered the building. The reply had come fast, with instructions. Whoever was on the other end hadn't panicked. They had given a location and told the guard to make sure Baki went there.
Baki read the address twice. He looked at the fake Wang Wei. Then he looked back at the phone.
He smiled.