Chapter 7

His hat brim was pulled low, and he slightly tilted his head to observe the battle situation, his gaze focused and subtly gleaming. When he slightly pursed his lips, the lines of his lips were sharp, exuding a sense of determination that could only be cultivated through years on the battlefield

At this moment, the sound of gunfire continued outside the car, and the three survivors of the ordeal sat quietly in the back seat, none of them speaking first

My throat is dry, and I cannot utter a single word

At dusk, Lu grabbed one person in each hand, just like picking up little chicks, and immediately lifted both onto the car, turning back to assist his teammates

At dusk, Lu sat cross-legged in the trunk, hearing the words, he lifted his eyelids, not knowing to be more tactful, and bluntly said: "In such a dangerous place, not only do you not bring three to five bodyguards, but you also brought two nannies who are a burden."

Yan Sui only heard the bullets hitting the vehicle, and after several gunshots, the Jeep's engine roared, instantly accelerating as it swiftly passed through the archway of the refugee area. The rear wheels accelerated, kicking up a cloud of dust that obscured the entire view, leaving only the impenetrable sand.

She flushed red in the face, while her other hand firmly covered her mouth, anxiously exchanging a glance with the sniper who turned to look at her.

Hu Qiao winced in pain, covering his head as he turned to look at Fu Zheng, who wore an expressionless face as if nothing had happened. With a sense of grievance, he called out, "Captain..."

Yan Sui could not help but touch her neck, always feeling a chill, as if her head had already fallen to the ground...

As soon as one foot touched the ground, something came to mind, and in a hurry, I crawled back, picked up the gun that Lu Xiao had bought for three hundred dollars from his seat, stuffed it into my bag, and got off the vehicle using both hands and feet

The final gunshot has also ceased

When the engine is turned off for an extended period, the air inside the vehicle becomes stagnant, resulting in a stuffiness that differs from the coolness outside

The voice was pressed extremely low, yet each word distinctly fell into Yan Sui's ears

Currently, there is a special forces member outside the vehicle, in a standoff with the mercenary convoy. To avoid escalating the conflict further, it is imperative to evacuate as soon as possible

He held back his frustration for quite a while before suppressing the unspoken irritation, and said expressionlessly: "How about I take the chair apart for you, and you can take a piece with you?"

Fu Zheng was as if he had not heard anything, he closed the door with a swift motion and strode towards the driver's seat, issuing commands in an orderly manner

The result was that the armed leader, in a fit of rage, directly eliminated the mercenary chief

Hu Qiao was momentarily at a loss for words; however, remaining silent would make him seem somewhat superficial. After all, how could one fall silent upon hearing that someone's grandfather was a general? Thus, he racked his brains and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Miss Yan, where did you put your satellite phone so that they didn't discover it?"

She rubbed her shoulder, which had been hurt from being grabbed, and her gaze couldn't help but fall on Fu Zheng

Yan Sui found it hard to imagine that she had just entrusted her life to such a person—a handsome man who, if judged solely by his appearance, might not have given her a sense of security

The pirates in the waters off Somalia will "honestly" release the ship and the people after demanding a ransom, and this is because, for them, hijacking ships to demand ransom is a business, and business requires integrity. If they receive a large ransom but do not release the hostages, in future hijacking incidents, no one will believe that they can safely release hostages after receiving the ransom.

He retreated in terror, the young man, who stood at 1.8 meters tall, became tense, and his reflexive resistance was as ineffective as a display of empty martial arts moves, all of it coming out in a flurry.

It is certain that the mercenaries and the armed leader are in cahoots. According to normal logical inference, it should be the case that the mercenary leader, upon hearing the armed leader inadvertently reveal their collaboration, was understood by Yan Sui. Fearing not only the loss of the final payment but also the possibility that the entire transaction could be canceled, he momentarily lost his composure and angrily confronted him.

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At dusk, Lu Huang nearly had his face struck by a walkie-talkie, narrowly avoiding it. As he reached out, his hand barely touched Lu Xiao's sleeve before the latter swatted it away like a small cockroach.

The road is silent at dusk

Yan Sui : `` ... ... ''

He certainly did not voice the latter part of his sentence, yet his disdain was unmistakably evident

Xin Ya was still crying, sobbing and nodding slightly.

Lu Xiao and Xin Ya were still unaware of the situation, while several members of the Navy Special Operations Team in the car instinctively felt a sense of respect. Even Fu Zheng glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

At dusk, Lu was so tense from her crying that he leaned back in again, and before he could ask, Xin Ya spoke up in a hoarse voice: "What should I do if I let go of him..."

Time is of the essence. To avoid wasting time on Lu Xiao's lack of cooperation, Lu Huanghun forcibly boarded the vehicle, using one hand to restrain Lu Xiao's kicking legs while the other hand hooked around Lu Xiao's neck, forcing him to bend down. A strong accent of Mandarin from Northeast China hit him: "Brother, open your eyes and take a good look." How is this like a woman.

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The voice that had not spoken for a long time was somewhat hoarse, she cleared her throat lightly and continued: "If you hadn't arrived in time, tonight would have been the end of it."

Xin Ya let out a barely audible "mm" and silently pressed her lips together even more tightly

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Yan Sui is well-known in the business district for having high emotional intelligence and being adept at handling situations

The four-wheel drive Jeep climbed up the dirt mound from the winding potholes, and after several ups and downs of the vehicle body, it finally reached the highway, where the road was smooth.

Xin Yaguang was sweating profusely from crying hard. At this moment, she and Lu Huanghun stared at each other for a few seconds, and her mind finally returned to normal function. She did not dare to continue the conversation, quickly released her grip, picked up the backpack from the back seat, and got out of the car.

She raised her eyes and could only see the brim of Fu Zheng's hat through the rearview mirror of the car. She stared for a few seconds, cleared her throat, and said, "Thank you all..."

He still vividly remembers the sudden gunshot that erupted from the earpiece. Although he did not witness Yan Sui firing the gun with his own eyes, at that moment, it was truly astonishing for him, who had already categorized Yan Sui as a delicate and privileged female CEO, utterly incapable of harming a chicken.

The young man's shoulders were broad and straight, and his meticulously tailored combat uniform exuded the crispness of formal attire. His hand gripping the steering wheel had long fingers, radiating a neatness rarely seen in ordinary men

Lu Xiao's nerves had just relaxed for a moment when he was suddenly questioned. His expression had not yet been managed, and he stared blankly at Yan Sui for a few seconds before saying: "He said he knows you are traveling late at night to deliver the ransom in the waters off Somalia"

As soon as the words were spoken, a tap was felt on the back of the head

She truly does not dare to overestimate human nature

Under the firepower coverage of the sniper, the Somalis, who have already lost their leader, are either fleeing or scattering, and have long since lost their cohesion

The car was suddenly enveloped in silence

She pressed her lips together and, by tilting her head to look out the window, subtly concealed the corners of her lips that could not help but curve upward

When the side door of Lu Xiao's car was opened, he was startled. Before he could see who it was, he instinctively threw the only walkie-talkie he had in his hand.

The spacious back seat of the jeep suddenly accommodates three people, instantly becoming crowded

Hu Qiao is young, with a baby face, looking like an immature melon, exuding a hint of naivety. Seeing Xin Ya feeling shy, he smiled and reassured her, "It is already safe"

As Hu Qiao took the opportunity to glance at Lu Huangdun, who was still comfortably nestled in the corner, he, fearing she might feel awkward, empathetically shifted the topic: "Miss Yan, have you ever practiced shooting?"

The Jeep, which remained in a state of readiness, trembled slightly, its softly humming engine sounding like a soldier poised for deployment. A sound that usually went unnoticed, at this moment, Yan Sui found a sense of reassurance in it.

After the vehicle drove into the alley and wound its way for a short distance, it stopped by the roadside. Special forces members dressed in combat uniforms and holding rifles boarded the vehicle. Once all personnel were present, the hiccup that Xin Ya had been desperately holding back finally escaped through her fingers.

She rubbed her brow, replaying every moment that had occurred since she got out of the car in her mind, so meticulously that even the times she discreetly checked her watch were not overlooked... Until she recalled the scene when the armed leader pressed the gun against her back, looking up at Lu Xiao; she raised an eyebrow and turned to Lu Xiao, who was sitting on the outermost side, asking: "What did that leader want you to tell me?"

But in Somalia, facing the situation tonight, she really dared not think about what would happen if she did not have Chinese citizenship, right...?

I have learned it. Yan Sui did not deny: My grandfather is Lang Yulin, he taught me.

Lu Huangcun unceremoniously grabbed Lu Xiaohou by the nape of his neck and pulled him out of the car, while calling out to Xin Ya: "You hurry up and get out too"

If she had not discovered the collusion between the two groups at that time, and had not chosen to seek assistance from her country immediately, the situation could have been worse; she might have already died in the crossfire between the two factions, or she could have ventured out alone, being drained of her remaining value, without even knowing how she died

After receiving the task from Fu Zheng to rescue the hostages in the car at dusk, Lu Huang, with the cover of his teammates, maneuvered to the rear side of the vehicle

From the direction of Yan Sui, one can see a small part of his profile.

Calm and composed

Lang Yulin served as the first captain of the destroyer 533 in his youth, holding the rank of lieutenant general. He is a renowned general, and due to his deep ties with the navy, he is well-known among the naval forces.

After thinking for half a day, she still could not understand why, after she agreed to pay a toll of 500,000 US dollars, the armed leader would go back on his word and have his subordinates hold guns to her, and even, without any disagreement, have his subordinates kill the mercenary leader who could be considered an accomplice

As the situation was being brought under control, Fu Zhengqi started the vehicle and reversed for a short distance. Just as he came to a stop, the trunk was flung open, and two soldiers who had retreated from the battlefield quickly jumped into the car, slamming down the trunk lid.

He made a round inspection inside the car and saw Xin Ya staring at him with wide eyes. He asked, "So it's just the two of you in the car, right?"

The tense atmosphere had not dissipated; the car remained quiet, with no one initiating a conversation.

Yan Sui seemed to be deep in thought as he stroked his chin

This feeling of dread made her heart feel as if it were blocked by a stone, heavy enough to make it difficult to breathe

In moments when one has narrowly escaped death thanks to the life-saving grace of another, even a mere verbal expression of gratitude can be so sincere that it is impossible to refuse. However, at this moment, burdened with her own thoughts, she lacks even the inclination to speak, her brows tightly furrowed.

Fu Zheng did not even turn his head and scolded, "What are you asking for? Why so much nonsense?"

Xin Ya became anxious; her hands were still gripping the driver tightly, not daring to let go. As she watched the dusk take Lu Xiao away, she began to cry again

At dusk, I was momentarily dazed, and for a moment, I questioned the meaning of life