"Who's there?" The short and plump thug trembled, almost wetting his pants. After regaining his composure, he suddenly turned around and fiercely shouted at the people who had made the noise.
He had been sent by the boss to collect money, and his heart was already filled with great fear. He thought that such a high-profile task was very risky and might lead to a police manhunt in the future. In his panic, he forgot the secret code that Liao Chengde had mentioned, which caused everyone to burst into laughter, making him extremely annoyed.
With intense dissatisfaction, he had not even taken a few steps in the eerie forest when he heard a series of "ghostly wails" from behind. This pushed his anger to the limit. Without considering the boss's reaction or the situation behind him, he turned around and started shouting.
What he saw was a scene that he would never forget: the boss, who had been sitting majestically by the campfire, was now lying on the ground, his hand with the gun stretched into the fire. Looking up, he saw that the boss's head had vanished, leaving only a half-exposed, writhing mass of flesh and a gushing fountain of blood.
Although he had often fought alongside the gang members, this thug was just a minor player and had never seen such a bloody and terrifying scene. At that moment, he wanted to scream, but his throat wouldn't obey him. He wanted to run, but his legs felt like lead, making it impossible to move. In his terror, he felt a warm stream between his legs and was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder.
He wasn't the only one who wet his pants; there was also the playboy Liao Xiaohua. The boss's head had flown to his side, and a large head suddenly appeared in the air, then landed heavily beside him, splashing him from head to toe with blood.
"Is it raining?" Liao Xiaohua hadn't yet realized what was happening. He looked at the clear, starry sky and then turned to Zhong Yi, only to see fear in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.
Realizing something was wrong, Liao Xiaohua wiped the liquid from his face and, in the firelight, saw that his hands were covered in blood. He had already experienced the most terrifying moment of his life and was somewhat numb. Seeing his hands covered in blood, he felt a dampness in his crotch, perhaps out of embarrassment, and managed a smile that was more grotesque than a cry.
This smile was terrifying, and the kidnappers were almost frightened to death. At that moment, Liao Xiaohua seemed like a death god from hell, smiling in such a situation. They didn't know that he was already at the peak of his fear. Zhong Yi's body was shaking uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on Liao Xiaohua, completely unaware of his eerie smile. Following Zhong Yi's gaze, Liao Xiaohua finally noticed the head beside him. The boss's face on the head looked smug, still blinking, as if he had no idea what had happened before his death.
"..."
Finally, Liao Xiaohua could no longer bear the shock and collapsed, losing consciousness.
Zhong Yi, not far from him, also wanted to lie down and forget everything. But his tense nerves kept reminding him that everything was real.
Not only the screaming kidnappers, but also Zhong Shi and the others were confused, not knowing what had happened. They all stood there in shock.
"There's a sniper, get down, away from the fire!"
At that moment, a low, commanding voice rang out.
It was Lu Hu!
Earlier, he had been hit hard by the boss, his eyebrow cut and bleeding profusely, which looked terrifying. But in reality, he was fine. He had experienced far more dangerous situations in the jungles of Vietnam. His current weak appearance was an act. If not for the safety of Zhong Shi and the others, he would have already sprung up and taken care of these minor kidnappers.
Just as he was麻痹ing the kidnappers and had a good grasp of their situation, he noticed a flash of light from deep in the forest with his half-closed eyes. He was very familiar with this kind of light, which came from a sniper rifle.
In the battlefield, snipers were both feared and respected. They often hid in the most inconspicuous places, following the principle of firing one shot and moving to another position. Some snipers could hide for up to half a month to hunt a target. Dealing with such snipers was difficult; the only method was to use concentrated fire to cover the area, hoping to eliminate them through carpet bombing.
For reconnaissance soldiers, snipers were like a nightmare. Many of Lu Hu's comrades had been shot dead without warning, making him extremely sensitive to such sudden flashes of light.
But in Hong Kong, where would a sniper come from? Had Hong Kong turned into a battlefield?
Liao Chengde and Zhong Shi, hearing Lu Hu's instructions, hurriedly lay down and slowly moved into the darkness. Only Zhong Yi remained foolishly by the campfire, staring blankly at the unconscious Liao Xiaohua, his soul lost.
Two of the kidnappers, reacting quickly, saw the bloody scene and realized the danger. They dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, hands on their heads, ready to be dealt with, a familiar posture from being arrested by the police.
Following their lead, the other kidnappers also came to their senses, mimicking their actions, either squatting or kneeling on the ground, waiting quietly for the arrival of the unknown person.
In their minds, they thought the shooter was the Hong Kong Royal Police or the Flying Tigers. Only Lu Hu sensed something was off; such skilled and ruthless gunmen were not ordinary law enforcement.
For a moment, the forest fell into a deathly silence. No one dared to make a sound or think about escaping, as the dark forest outside was unknown, and they didn't know how many people were out there.
"Who are they?" Zhong Shi, lying on the ground, whispered to Lu Hu, his eyes full of doubt. He was trying hard to stay conscious, suppressing the acid in his stomach. Even in his previous life, he had never seen such a bloody scene, and it was remarkable that he could still maintain his composure.
Beside him, Liao Chengde was in a daze, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Liao Xiaohua, wishing he could grow wings to rescue him instantly.
"I'm not sure, let's see what they want!" Lu Hu shook his head slightly, unsure of the identity of the gunmen.
Just as everyone was about to lose patience, a rustling sound came from the forest, and they knew the main person was finally here.
A tall man slowly emerged from the depths of the forest, carrying a massive rifle on his back, clearly a powerful weapon. He was dressed in camouflage, his face blackened, with only his blue eyes rolling, indicating he was a Caucasian.
Three others, similarly dressed, followed him, each holding an automatic rifle, their imposing figures causing a chill. The three had black eyes, making it impossible to determine their ethnicity.
"Who are you?"
A man with an AK-47 rifle carefully surveyed the scene, piling up the weapons and taking the boss's pistol. He twirled it a few times, and with a few clicks, the .38 revolver was disassembled into several parts.
"We are passersby, kidnapped by these people." Lu Hu, lying on the ground, his eyes flashing with a cold light, frowned. He could tell that the man was very skilled with firearms, and the weapons he carried were all standard military issue, far too powerful for ordinary police forces.
"Is that so? Speak!" The man, speaking Cantonese, clearly didn't believe Lu Hu. He handed the rifle to someone behind him, drew a black pistol from his waist, and pointed it at one of the kneeling kidnappers, speaking fiercely.
"It's a Desert Eagle!" Lu Hu's heart sank. This pistol was extremely powerful, known as the king of handguns, with unmatched killing power within fifty meters. However, its recoil was also very strong, capable of breaking the user's wrist.
The man was equipped with a Desert Eagle and showed no concern for the recoil, indicating he was definitely from a military background, possibly even an elite unit.
But how could such people be in Hong Kong? Even the British troops stationed in Hong Kong were symbolic. These people were most likely mercenaries.
In a short time, Lu Hu's mind raced, piecing together the identity of the group.
Zhong Shi and Liao Chengde listened carefully to the kidnapper's account, finally understanding the situation.
It all started with the money Zhong Shi had won from gambling. Zhao Xingyun and his group had split several hundred thousand dollars, bought houses, and still had a lot left over. They decided to treat their old friends to a few days of feasting and drinking, during which they boasted about their good fortune and how they had come into so much money.
As the saying goes, the speaker is casual, but the listener is attentive. One of their friends, who had joined a gang, subtly probed for information. In their drunken state, Zhao Xingyun and his group, feeling proud and satisfied, let slip all the details about Liao Chengde's wealth.
Fortunately, they were just bodyguards and didn't know the true situation of the Liao family or the source of the money. Otherwise, more than just the Liao family would have been in trouble, and the ransom would not have been just one million per person.
Zhong Shi and Zhong Yi were also victims of this misfortune. (This is the first time I've written three chapters in a day, and I'm exhausted... I hope you enjoy reading and can also understand the hard work of the author... Finally, thank you for your support, and I hope you will recommend and collect more.)