Chapter 147 Fatal Crisis
The trajectories of the bullets intertwined into a web and pounced on the seemingly invincible man. The enemies who had been lying in ambush for a whole night no longer expected to capture him alive and ask about Rong Yuan's whereabouts - if they continued to show mercy, the consequence would only be that they would be killed one by one by this man.
Wang Wenzhong suddenly fell down to avoid the bullet, and lay on the ground with all four limbs like a frog. The people who besieged him just pointed the muzzles of their guns at the ground, and his body dodged and bounced, and he actually bounced up, spun in the air, and swung out with his hands and feet like whips, and the four or five people closest to him were immediately whipped away. One of them turned his head nearly 180 degrees on the spot, and fell down with a twisted body.
Elbow strikes, knee strikes, punches, the sound of flesh being hit by gravity "bang bang bang" like popping beans, Wang Wenzhong did not try to grab the weapon in the opponent's hand, in such a narrow environment, his hands and feet are more powerful than guns. However, the enemy is also brave, some of them had their noses broken by him, some had their ribs broken by him, and some had their arms broken by him. However, even though these people were seriously injured, they did not retreat, and even though they were dying, they were still trying their best to play a role.
A man who was knocked down by his flying leap at the beginning was leaning against the wall, his forehead was broken, blood was all over his face, and he looked like a dead man. He moved his head slightly, woke up from his coma , raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, and saw the situation in the alley clearly.
He was the leader of this attack, but he lost consciousness at the beginning. He saw his men in a tough fight... no, they were losing their lives one by one. There was only one enemy, but they, a group of people who had been trained rigorously for a long time, were helpless. He was not uninjured under the siege of the crowd, but it was as if the pain nerves in his body were cut off. No matter how serious the injury was, his fighting power did not seem to be affected... or in other words, the more serious the injury, the more he seemed like a beast stimulated by blood, and he seemed more violent and ferocious.
The leader felt dizzy and bit his tongue, which immediately cleared his mind. He raised his pistol with both hands and aimed at the enemy who was leaping and moving like a phantom.
"Bang!"
The gunshot missed the target, but hit one of the men in the chest instead. Blood spurted out of the man's back, and he fell down without saying a word.
The leader's hand trembled, then immediately regained its composure and fired again.
"Bang!"
It was as if Wang Wenzhong had eyes on his back. He turned his body in time, and another of his men was hit in the shoulder, falling to the ground with a scream.
After their own people were accidentally injured twice in a row, the attackers did not retreat. Instead, they immediately understood the leader's intention. Several of them roared and rushed towards Wang Wenzhong! He kicked two of them away, but the third one hugged his feet from below, and his body could not help but stop for a moment.
"Bang!"
Bright red blood spurted out of Wang Wenzhong's body. Fortunately, his lower body was trapped, but his upper body was still able to move, so he avoided the fatal part in time. The bullet hit the upper part of his heart. Even he showed a painful expression after being hit so hard.
An attacker grabbed him from behind and was about to strangle him, but Wang Wenzhong grabbed his arms and pulled his legs up, then swung down through the attacker's legs, using the huge force of inertia to throw the attacker from behind over his head, leaving him lying on his back. As Wang Wenzhong fell, he pulled out a short knife from his waist and slashed the enemy's neck, and the gushing blood dyed the ground scarlet.
Another person rushed over from the side. Wang Wenzhong pressed down with his hands and bounced up. He clamped his legs around the person's neck and twisted his body -
Everyone clearly heard a creepy "click" sound.
…
The heavy truck flipped over and fell to the ground, with its cargo scattered all over the ground. It was all fresh fruit, some of which had rotted into a ball, staining the ground red and green. In front of the truck was a white car that had been crushed into a pie, and the people in the car had no chance of survival.
The truck driver finally climbed out of the broken window. Seeing the tragic scene, he was so frightened that his legs went limp and he sat on the ground, shouting, "No... It's not my fault... He suddenly rushed out..."
Passersby who were also shocked by the accident gathered around, some were taking pictures, some were trying to rescue, and some children were crying out of fear. Jin Yang sat in the car, looking at the scene in front of him, his face pale, cold sweat soaking his back.
That white car - he didn't know who the other party was, but he knew that he was followed by the other party not long after leaving the factory. He originally thought that it was another admirer of Rong Yuan or a manufacturer who wanted to discuss cooperation. After discovering that he was being followed, he just tried to shake it off. After circling a few times, the white car wanted to stop him. He tried several times but failed because he was always affected by other vehicles. When he finally slowed down, the other party wanted to rush to the front directly, but ignored the change of the traffic light, and was directly squeezed into a pile of scrap metal by a truck .
When Jin Yang, who was still in shock, found his father, he discovered that he was talking to several men who looked very imposing in the living room, including his uncle Jin Song, who was very busy working in City B. When they heard him come in, everyone looked over. Under the fierce gazes of everyone, Jin Yang felt that the situation was unusual. He hesitated and was about to speak, but Jin Bai, who knew him well, waved his hand.
"This is my son Jin Yang, currently serving as the legal representative of Yuan Yang Company." He introduced Jin Yang to the others, then waved to his son and said, "We all know what happened. Don't worry about Xiao Yuan's safety. Someone has already taken care of it. Come over here and pour a glass of water for the uncles."
"……oh."
Jin Yang trusted his father very much. He put aside his worries about Rong Yuan and agreed obediently. He changed his shoes, washed his hands, added some tea to the already full cup, and then sat next to Jin Bai with his hands on his knees.
——"Pour a glass of water" meant that he could sit in on this seemingly informal but serious meeting. He could tell from his father's words that he was qualified to sit here not because he was someone's son, but because he was the person in charge of Yuanyang Company, which was equivalent to Xiaoyuan's spokesperson.
During this period, everyone's scrutiny was on him, like a thorn in his back. Jin Yang's performance was just right, not impressive, nor did he make any mistakes. He was nervous, expectant, confused... There were many complex and obvious emotions written in his young eyes, which were as clear as white paper in the eyes of these people, but he did not ask a single question, and blended into the somewhat stagnant atmosphere of the living room in an ordinary and natural way.
——Will not disappoint others, nor make others feel threatened; be frank and transparent, without showing off one’s edge.
Several people nodded secretly, tacitly agreeing to his joining, and then continued their discussion as if they had forgotten Jin Yang's existence.
Jin Yang listened silently, and then finally understood that Rong Yuan was not only in danger of being hijacked, but the level involved in this matter was beyond his imagination.
It's not just because the existence of marshmallows breaks the balance of the industrial chain, nor is it just to seize a young genius. Those who are attracted by the sweet candy on the surface are just a mob. The ones who gather the forces of these countries to disrupt City A, muddy the waters, destroy everywhere, and try to kidnap Rong Yuan are most likely the forces of the Nut Country government in the dark world. Their purpose is a technology that is ahead of its time hidden in the marshmallows.
Corn expands into popcorn, and sugar expands into marshmallows. This is a common phenomenon in most people's minds. Therefore, many people think that Rongyuan's marshmallows will also expand rapidly due to the same principle, but in fact it is not. A chemist from the best research institute in Nut Country discovered that the reason why marshmallows expand is two extremely small solutions. They bought thousands of marshmallows at a high price and only extracted 0.01 mg of solution from them. However, when the two solutions were dripped on a grain of rice at the same time, the white rice instantly expanded and penetrated three laboratories and two floors of the building. The chemist who underestimated the effect was crushed to death on the spot, and seven other experimenters died at the same time. The damaged equipment was worth hundreds of millions of Nut coins.
No matter how many sacrifices are made, they cannot compare to the huge impact that giant grain of rice has on people's vision and worldview.
In particular, they found that although the volume of the expanded rice grains increased, the taste and structure did not change at all, and there was no huge gap inside due to the expansion. Although the nutritional value was reduced, the same grain of rice, which could only fill the gaps between teeth in the past, can now feed thousands of people at a time.
If this technology is not applied to small marshmallows, but to agriculture, mining, and military...
Even the most rational person will go crazy!
If the intelligence of the Nut Country had not been leaked, and a Sugar researcher working in the research institute had not passed the news to the outside world, forcing them to act hastily, the other side would have dispatched more people this time and would have been more thoroughly prepared, and the Sugar Country would have lost its leading advantage without realizing it.
At this moment, Rong Yuan’s safety is no longer his personal matter, nor is it a matter of a company or a city. It has risen to the level of national strategic security.
As Jin Yang listened, his hands clenched little by little, and his heart seemed to be gradually sinking into ice water, losing all warmth.
He was not very worried about Rong Yuan's safety at the moment, because he knew that his friend still had a trump card that he had not revealed. If they really had to fight face to face, he would not necessarily be afraid of anyone. What he was worried about was that Rong Yuan would inevitably lose his current freedom under such circumstances. No matter how powerful Grandfather Jin Yang was, he could not let him wander around freely... No, even if it was his grandfather, he would probably not continue to indulge Jin Yang's willfulness. He was the highest official in maintaining the national security of the Sugar Country, and would be more determined than anyone else to control Rong Yuan. The fact that Uncle Jin Song came here in person was the best evidence.
The only way for Rong Yuan to retain his freedom... the only way he could think of... was to erase the existence of "Rong Yuan".
Jin Yang closed his eyes, his expression showing uncontrollable pain. Jin Bai did not look back at him, but held his son's hand and patted it gently.
Jin Song saw all of this. He lowered his eyelids slightly, his expression unmoved.
…
The dagger flew out of his hand and shot into the leader's chest. The leader's eyes widened, his hands trembled, and fell weakly beside his legs, his fingertips still twitching.
Wang Wenzhong fell to the ground gasping for breath, his body covered in blood, some of it from the enemy, but mostly from his own. After killing the last enemy, the last breath that was stuck in his chest seemed to be exhaled. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger. If this continued, he would die soon, right?
It was a pity to die in such a place where even the sun was reluctant to shine. The last bit of sky he saw was only brown walls, crisscrossing wires, and a gray sky. There was no brighter color except his blood. But he had no regrets. In this life, there were many people worth cherishing, but there were actually few happy things. He had been undergoing cruel training and constant killing since he could remember. He had taken many lives and saved many people. But thinking back on what he had done, he was not ashamed of the heavens or the people, and there was nothing to regret.
...No, there is still one thing - he neglected his family too much and could have given them more care.
There was a rustling sound beside him, and an attacker who he thought was dead actually got up. It seemed that the attacker had just fainted. Wang Wenzhong wanted to fight back, but he used all his strength and only his fingertips moved.
The man stumbled over to him and knelt down unsteadily. He put the gun to Wang Wenzhong's forehead, and seeing that he had no strength to resist, he laughed miserably and was about to pull the trigger when he suddenly found that the skin on his face was a little scary.
In close combat, he would pick his nose, dig out his eyes, bite with his teeth... any useful means would be used no matter how insidious or ugly. The mask on Wang Wenzhong's face had long been torn to pieces, hanging trembling on his face, stained red by the gushing blood, but in the face of death, his eyes were still as calm as autumn water.
The man shifted the muzzle of his gun slightly, and became a little curious about the opponent who could fight with them so brutally, so he reached out and pulled off the mask on his face.
Under the mask, the young man's face was pale and ordinary.
The man showed some doubt in his eyes. He had never seen such a face before, but he would remember the appearance of this respectable enemy firmly. Even if the Sugar Country could not give him due credit for the sake of confidentiality, at least his enemies would remember him.
"Goodbye." The man said softly and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Blood gushed out of his temple, and the man fell headfirst onto "Wang Wenzhong". Rong Yuan put away his gun, walked over and looked down at the young man who showed a bit of surprise.
