Chapter 55 Destruction
Looking at Mura's crazy eyes, Demo knew that nothing he said now would make him change his mind, and things had developed to this point, and there was actually no turning back.
He clenched , his arm was so stiff that he could hardly move. In his right palm, he held a small pistol that could be hidden in his fist. With just one shot, just a slight pull of the trigger, the man in front of him would die. But he had always respected and feared Mura, and even telling a lie in front of him would make his legs tremble. At this moment, when he thought about what he was going to do, he was almost scared to faint.
Mura was wearing loose pajamas, with nothing on him except a cigar, and he looked completely defenseless. He looked at his brother with his eyes darting around and sweating, and his eyes flashed with contempt. This brother who had always grown up under his protection was indecisive and timid, but he was also restless, always craving for things that he should not have and was not capable of getting, and was often taken advantage of by others. If he hadn't protected him, he would have died in a gutter long ago, but now, it was this brother who wanted to shoot him.
What for? To take over his power and wealth after his death? To save his life? To give a big gift to the foreign visitor who recently moved into his house? Unfortunately, he didn't get any of them.
Three hundred meters away from the window where they were talking, a man covered in black clothes was lying on the ground, his finger on the trigger of the sniper rifle. In the scope, Demo's nervous face was visible. If he moved, the bullet would immediately blow his head off.
Twenty thousand meters directly above these people's heads, Rong Yuan had lost his patience to continue watching. He tapped lightly with his fingertips, and a rectangular button sank.
In the blazing winter sun, an inconspicuous beam of white light fell straight down. It did not destroy anything, but penetrated the thick ground, the defense layer built of cement and steel plates, and the stacked wooden boxes.
All of these wooden boxes are labeled with the "explosive" logo.
This place, which is heavily guarded, with layers of security, and protected by various means such as cash or ancient machinery, is Mura's armory.
After some hesitation, Demo finally made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination to go all out.
Mura was somewhat disappointed, but more proud and amused. The man in front of him looked like a clown to him. He had always looked down on this useless brother, and it was the same now.
Demo opened his mouth and said, "Brother, I..." He only started to speak when he suddenly stopped and pounced on him.
Mura took a step back in surprise, and then there was a "puff" sound . Demo's head tilted back involuntarily, and then red and white splashed all over the ground, but his body still relied on inertia to knock Mura down, with his arms outstretched, which was a protective posture.
When Mura fell, his sight involuntarily turned to another direction. He widened his eyes and finally understood what Demo had seen and what he wanted to do.
Not far away from the armory, a ball of white light exploded, engulfing all the surrounding objects with a devastating force. Then, it was followed by a loud noise that almost broke the eardrums.
“Boom boom boom—”
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With a bang, the dark warehouse door was kicked open and a group of people rushed in with guns. After checking, the young man with small eyes reported: "Boss, the people have been moved, but they were definitely here before."
The pale-faced young man walked in, took a look, nodded and said, "As expected... Where are those guys?"
A girl next to them said, "They know very little. Apart from this meeting point, they don't know any other retreat routes. They are obviously abandoned. Xixin also said that they can't get any more clues by interrogating them."
In the van they parked outside the door, there were several foreigners tied up, all of them were listless and covered in blood, and it was obvious that they had suffered a lot. Next to them sat a handsome young man, who glanced in their direction, and several people were trembling with fear.
"Qing Meng, please call the nearby road surveillance..." He was halfway through his words. The young man called "Boss" suddenly got a ring on his phone. His private cell phone number was very secretive, only a very few people knew it, and he would never call this number unless it was extremely urgent. So when he heard the ringtone, he immediately picked up the phone and said , "Dad, what's wrong?"
I don't know what the other party said, his face gradually darkened, and the other people looked at each other and stood quietly by the side waiting for instructions. A few minutes later, the other party finished speaking, the young man hung up the phone, looked at the others and said: "I just got the news that just half an hour ago, the Mura base was destroyed."
"Great!" The young man cheered, his eyebrows lit up with joy: "Our people did it? Which team? Brothers are awesome!"
The girl noticed that the young man looked unhappy and asked, "Boss, is there something wrong?"
"After the destruction of the Mura base, the garrisons of wild wolves, vultures, and rhinos were also destroyed one after another. According to the information we have received so far, there are no survivors." The young man continued.
The three mercenary teams that accepted Mura's commission were the Wild Wolf, Vulture, and Rhino. Each of them had been in the war-torn land for many years without being defeated. They had military strength and equipment comparable to many small countries, and each of their members had been through hundreds of battles. Ordinary soldiers were simply no match for them. The team that kidnapped Jin Yang was the Vulture mercenary team.
The joy on the face of the young man with small eyes also disappeared. He knew that the people he sent to country l did not have such strong military force. Even if they did, they could not destroy all four powerful local forces in such a short time without leaving any survivors. So he asked: "Who did it?"
"The problem is that we still don't know which force this is." The young man looked worried. "We must find Yangyang and Yunze before the Vultures get the news, otherwise they will be in danger."
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Jin Yang felt very uncomfortable. He had stomachache and headache from being knocked unconscious twice. His hands and feet had been tied for too long, so his blood circulation was poor and his body felt numb. The fishy smell of sea water and a sour odor lingered at the tip of his nose, making him feel like vomiting.
He knew they were at sea, swaying under him, and were being stuffed into the bottom of the ship. A foreigner with blond hair was sitting on the side, holding a gun, staring at them, almost without any slackness.
Earlier in the warehouse, Zhou Yunze somehow broke the rope that bound him and helped Jin Yang untie the ropes. But at that moment, the punk youth with colorful hair woke up and started yelling before he even opened his eyes, attracting those people to come in and check. Zhou Yunze knocked down two people, but was knocked unconscious by the third person from behind with a gun butt, and then Jin Yang was also knocked unconscious. After that, the supervision of them became much stricter.
Zhou Yunze was still dizzy at this time. The punk youth who claimed that his father was the governor of a certain province was not used to this environment and was vomiting all over the place. He was tied up and couldn't stand up. His body was covered with filth. He was so disgusted that he cried and vomited violently. He no longer had the strength to speak.
There was a new companion beside them, a little girl of only seven or eight years old, who was brought here by those people after getting on board. Judging from her clothes, she should be from a wealthy family, probably the child of some dignitary. She was stronger than the punk youth, sitting on one side with her knees hugged, looking a little frightened, but still calm. Jin Yang wanted to comfort her, but the blond foreigner stared at her and didn't allow them to talk to each other, so he could only try to give the girl a comforting smile.
At this time, Jin Yang didn't know what else he could do except smile.
The girl was slightly stunned, and then she forced herself to raise the corners of her mouth, revealing a simple and innocent smile, as if she also wanted to comfort him.
Jin Yang blinked his eyes and suddenly felt like crying.
He knew that there must be many people looking for them outside, grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt, brother, sister... They must be trying hard to rescue him. But Jin Yang also knew that the other party would not act rashly if they were not fully prepared, so the longer time passed, the slimmer the hope. What's more, they were already at sea.
What if he died... Jin Yang was not afraid of death. Perhaps it was because he had watched too many movies and literature about "dying to achieve something", and his generation always talked about "death" easily. When it came time to face it, Jin Yang was not too afraid. He was more worried.
He was not too worried about his parents and elders, because he knew they were all very strong people. Each of them had a rich and busy life, many like-minded partners, relatives who supported each other, ideals that must be realized, and many people who needed and depended on them. If he died, they would be sad and in pain, but they would eventually come out of it with mutual support and encouragement, and would be able to continue living well after getting used to life without him.
He was only worried about one person, and that person couldn't die no matter what.
In this world, there are many people and many things that are more important than life, which can make people die calmly. But there is always a person who has a need that makes people want to live no matter what.
Because you dare not imagine what will happen to him after you die.
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Even without going full speed, Yusuo only took more than five minutes to get back to City A. Rong Yuan leaned on the driver's seat, looking down from a hundred miles above the sky at this city that he used to be familiar with but now looked strange, and suddenly wanted to make a phone call.
So he dialed the number.
“Beep—beep—beep—”
No one answered the phone. Rong Yuan frowned.
