Chapter 6
Without giving the opponent a chance to resist, Fu Zheng seized the wrist of the armed leader, which was tightly gripping Yan Sui's shoulder, and twisted it backward. The armed leader cried out in pain as his jawbone was crushed, the sound of his groan almost erupting from the depths of his throat, like a trapped beast, lamenting mournfully.
Lu Xiao averted his gaze, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the driver, whose face was turning redder as Xin Ya tightened the grip around his neck, unable to make a sound. He quickly reminded, "Loosen your grip, you're going to strangle him to death..."
The spotlight's beam swayed back and forth with the person's movements, directly shining into her eyes. Suddenly, her vision became blurred, and she felt someone lift her off the ground with a single arm tightly around her waist. She looked up and met a pair of eyes that were as deep and restrained as a cold pool.
Before she could comprehend the situation, a gun was suddenly pointed at her, pressing against her back with neither too much nor too little force
While speaking, he cast a glance at Yan Sui from top to bottom, and that scrutinizing gaze made Yan Sui feel extremely uncomfortable, suddenly stirring a strong sense of unease within him
It was a thrilling sensation awakened by a strong desire to survive, his whole body trembled, blood surged, and a force penetrated from the earth's core through his heart's veins. He turned his gaze away, fixating intently on Yan Sui outside the car, blocking everything behind him.
She clenched her molars tightly, refusing to show even a hint of fear.
The gunfire echoes in my ears, making it impossible to distinguish who is who
At the same time, Fu Zheng squinted his eyes, aimed the gun, and the sound that preceded the gunfire was his exceptionally calm command: "Action"
Got it!
Lu Xiao was annoyed by her incessant crying, which gave him a headache. He glanced at her and said, "Stop crying."
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Yan Sui witnessed it with his own eyes, his face drained of color, unable to catch his breath. He watched as the bullet pierced through the mercenary's chest, his expression of lingering anger frozen in an instant, abruptly halted
Compared to other Somali individuals who wear loose and ill-fitting clothing, he is much more presentable, with a gold-embellished belt at his waist, his shirt tucked in. Although it is not very smooth and has stains in several places, it does not detract from his attention to detail
He gestured for Lu Xiao to translate for him
She sobbed, her throat stinging painfully, and after holding it back for a long time, she realized she could not stop the tears from flowing, which made her even sadder: "Why can't I stop..."
As that firm hand gripped her shoulder, the force that seemed to crush her made her involuntarily let out a hiss, just as she was about to break free. Suddenly realizing that the person holding her let out a muffled groan, her knees buckled, and she fell heavily to the ground, taking the person who was gripping her down with her.
The girl in front of him was crying with tear-streaked cheeks, looking utterly disheveled, yet in Somalia, a place shrouded in invisible smoke of conflict where everything could freeze in the final moment at any time, he discerned the purest and most precious essence.
The sniper, who had been concealed at a high vantage point, swiftly eliminated the armed Somali who posed a threat to Yan Sui. The sudden gunfire erupted into chaos after a brief, deathly silence: "There is a sniper!"
As the mercenary broke free from the grip of the Somalis, at the same moment, the small Somali man who had been standing beside the armed leader, watching coldly, suddenly opened fire on the mercenary who was approaching.
Even the pistol slung diagonally over his shoulder was polished to a shine; if it weren't for the small patches of the pine wood grip that had worn off, one would hardly be able to tell that it was somewhat aged
As soon as she finished speaking, the gun barrel pressed against her back was pushed forward, and Yan Sui immediately fell silent, staring unblinkingly at the armed leader who leaned closer, and asked in English, without any fear: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Unlike the earlier restlessness, he lowered his head to adjust his shirt, his rough fingers meticulously straightening the collar.
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Fu Zheng allowed her to lean against him, firmly supporting her with one arm as he quickly retreated towards the back of the car
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In the next moment, Fu Zheng emerged from beneath the car, kneeling and forcefully thrusting his knee against the underboss's chin. The impact instantly shattered the underboss's jawbone.
He pressed his lips together, originally aiming the gun at the armed leader, but quietly redirected it towards her back
She trembled, the cold of the Somali night seeping into her bones, leaving her shivering uncontrollably, unable to regain her composure for a long time
The sound of gunfire is close at hand, not merely separated by the car door, not intended to penetrate the bulletproof window, not a mere bluff used for intimidation, but real bullets are being fired from the barrel at a speed imperceptible to the human eye, piercing into the body.
Yan Sui had not yet regained her composure, staring wide-eyed as the nearest armed leader reached out with a fierce expression and grabbed her.
Yan Sui instinctively stiffened her back, not daring to move, and once again assumed a posture of surrender with her hands raised, warily glancing at the armed leader who stood a few steps away, now upright and looking at her
The armed leader was very dissatisfied with the conditions proposed by Yan Sui, cursing and holding his ground for several seconds. He waved his hand to summon the Somali man who had just climbed onto the hood of the engine to demonstrate, and whispered in his ear
After Xin Ya got off the vehicle at Yan Sui, she sat in the rear seat on the right side. The Somalis outside had all gathered on the left side to await instructions before she got off at Yan Sui, resulting in no one guarding the rear.
Yan Suina had not yet caught her breath, her shoulder was painfully squeezed, and just moments ago, she had been violently yanked to the ground by the armed leader, causing her knees to hit the ground with such force that they felt utterly weak at this moment
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In the intercom, it was finally discovered that Lu Xiao, who was in danger, was almost out of control again: "These bastards, the words they speak are like flatulence, are they even men!"
Yan Sui had never been so clearly aware that the person before him was a ruthless hunter from Somalia
The first to react before Lu Xiao was the mercenary who had been oppressed by the Somalis. He was dissatisfied with the armed leader's unilateral actions that violated the agreement and was even more concerned that Yan Sui would not receive the final payment if he learned the truth, leading to a heated argument.
The person standing in front of her lifted the corners of his lips and replied to her in broken English: "You will know soon."
As Xin Ya's cries ceased, she cautiously relaxed a little and blinked at Lu Xiao, asking, "How about this?"
Yan Sui followed his gaze to her chest, one hand pulling at the collar while the other reached into the chest padding to retrieve the satellite phone that had been dislodged. Startled and pale as a ghost, she now smiled brightly at Fu Zheng and said, "Sir, what a surprise."
Her throat was extremely dry, and her throat felt painful; yet she did not even dare to swallow, rigidly displaying a faint smile as she called out, "Lu Xiao."
"I heard that you are traveling late at night to deliver ransom in the waters off Somalia." He raised his head to glance in the direction of Lu Xiao inside the car. Although he could see nothing through the car window, his gaze seemed to meet Lu Xiao's directly, without any courtesy.
Crawling beneath the vehicle, Fu Zheng listened intently through her earpiece. She was slightly out of breath, her voice tinged with a hint of panic and impatience as she lifted the brim of her hat and peered through the gap in the chassis.
In an instant, the joy of being saved and the emotion of seeing the national flag surged to her mind all at once. Xin Ya was momentarily stunned, wanting to smile. Before her smile could fully form, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably drooped down, and she began to cry again: "Are we not going to die anymore"
The responding vehicle had already stopped by the roadside. Fu Zheng first helped her evacuate, using the cover of the sniper's fire to escort her all the way to the car. Half supporting and half carrying her, he placed her into the vehicle, his gaze inadvertently falling on the oddly shaped front. Suddenly, he recalled where the vague and indistinct sounds he had heard all along were coming from, and he immediately felt a bit uncomfortable and averted his eyes.
It was fine as long as he didn't speak, but once he did, the tears that Xinya had been holding back began to bubble up. She bit her lip, stifling a sob, and replied through her sniffles: "I, I can't stop..."
She just saw clearly that a figure leaped up from the pit behind the archway, with the national flag affixed to the badge on their chest
Yan Sui listened to the chaotic noise from the other end and shouted loudly, "Stay in the car and do not move"
He attempted to resist, his five fingers exerting force, veins bulging, but helplessly, he had been shot in the leg, losing his support. He watched helplessly as Fu Zheng slightly bent his elbow, delivering a blow that left him utterly powerless to resist, causing him to lose consciousness completely
As she finished speaking, she sniffed, took a breath, and mumbled intermittently: "If I were to die here, who would know that I got a raise..."
The walkie-talkie held in Yan Sui's palm was not pressed to initiate communication, she slightly lowered her head and, facing the satellite phone hidden in her chest padding, spoke as clearly as possible, word by word: "I am being held at gunpoint"
The government of Somalia is virtually non-existent, with various armed factions controlling different regions, leading to perpetual warfare. This land is a hell on earth filled with smoke and gunfire, where even the purest children in the world can pick up a gun and kill without a second thought
At the 10 o'clock position, a Somali man, bent slightly at the waist, pressed a handgun against her back near the fuel tank.
Even through the coat, the sensation of the gun barrel is exceptionally clear