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"Wow, this kid is here! Quickly, grab the weapons!" Xu Runhu said, immediately pulling out a handgun from his waist and raising it to shoot.
Just shoot without all the fuss. Isn't that just giving Zhang Yang a warning? Sure enough, before Xu Runhu's finger could even touch the trigger, Zhang Yang made a swift motion with his hand, slicing through the air like a sharp knife. Xu Runhu's right arm was cleanly severed, along with the handgun, which fell to the ground. Blood gushed out as he screamed and collapsed.
After dealing with Xu Runhu, Zhang Yang moved through the chaos as if in an unguarded realm, cutting down enemies effortlessly. In just a moment, several bodies lay on the ground—some missing limbs, others unconscious. Despite his extreme anger, Zhang Yang maintained a level of control and did not kill; he simply incapacitated them.
Yu Qingwei jumped down from the wall and affixed two talismans next to the villa door.
"As long as there are any living people who can move, these soul-drawing talismans will lure them out. This way, we can enter without any potential danger," Yu Qingwei explained.
Sure enough, after a short while, two more individuals emerged, looking strange and hesitant. One held a handgun while the other surprisingly carried a submachine gun. Zhang Yang appeared like a ghost outside the door; before they could react, his hand struck the neck of the one holding the submachine gun, knocking him out instantly.
At the same time, Zhang Yang's other hand had already seized the pulse point of the man with the handgun, Curly, rendering him immobile. Yu Qingwei quickly stepped forward to disarm Curly and took a set of keys from his waist.
"Do you know anything about guns?" Yu Qingwei asked while holding Curly's former weapon.
"Beretta M92, one of the most advanced automatic pistols in the world. It has excellent shooting accuracy and a well-functioning safety mechanism, using a 15-round high-capacity magazine. Adopted by the U.S. military in 1986 and named M9," Zhang Yang explained as he released Curly's pulse point. Zhang Yang was a genius admired even by Sharpshooter and Arrow; asking him if he knew about guns was almost absurd.
"You actually equipped such good handguns; I really underestimated Xiao Hansheng. Now tell me, who else is inside?" Zhang Yang asked Curly.
Having been released by Zhang Yang while he was explaining about the handgun, Curly was momentarily stunned by Zhang Yang's fluent description and forgot to counterattack. It wasn't until Zhang Yang asked that he snapped back to reality and suddenly threw a heavy punch aimed at Zhang Yang's temple.
Unexpectedly, this punch halted mid-air; upon closer inspection, his fist had been caught by Zhang Yang. Curly struggled to pull away but found himself completely immobilized.
Time was of the essence; with a cold snort, Zhang Yang twisted Curly's fist and placed his right hand on Curly's shoulder. With a crack sound, Curly's arm was dislocated.
"I'll give you three seconds; otherwise, your future life might depend on crawling," Zhang Yang said with a glint of cold light in his eyes.
Curly hesitated, whispering to himself, when Zhang Yang swiftly grabbed his other hand. "Ah!" Curly screamed in pain, fainting from the agony as four of his fingers, except for the thumb, were brutally broken.
Yu Qingwei stepped forward, pinching Curly's acupoint a few times before pulling out a bottle of mineral water from his bag. He took a big gulp and then sprayed it forcefully onto Curly's face.
Curly regained consciousness, and Zhang Yang took the opportunity to support his arm, lifting him up. "This is your last chance. If you don't speak up, I won't hold back. If you do tell me, I promise not to harm you anymore."
"I'll lead the way, I'll lead the way," Curly said as he stood up, nodding vigorously.
"Is there anyone inside?" Zhang Yang asked.
"No, no one is here."
"Where is Xiao Hansheng?"
"The Boss isn't here; it's Old Immortal who is directing us, but he has also gone out."
Zhang Yang glanced at Yu Qingwei. "It seems Toothless has indeed left. We need to hurry." He then shouted at Curly, "Hurry up!"
Having witnessed Zhang Yang's methods, Curly dared not play tricks anymore and obediently led the two to the basement. When they reached the end of the corridor, Curly turned a switch on the wall. This switch looked like an ordinary square light switch but could be rotated from the bottom.
After turning it, a hidden door creaked open.
Entering through the hidden door revealed a room with an additional security door outside.
"Open the door!" Yu Qingwei commanded.
"The key, the key is in your hand," Curly replied nervously.
Yu Qingwei suddenly remembered and took a string of keys off Huang Mao's waist. "Which one?"
Huang Mao pulled out one of the keys, and Zhang Yang snatched it away, opening the door.
Ding Weiwei was indeed in the room, tied to a chair with transparent tape over her mouth. When she saw Zhang Yang enter, her eyes immediately lit up with joy. Zhang Yang swiftly struck Curly on the neck, knocking him out.
With a wave of his hand, Zhang Yang loosened the ropes binding Ding Weiwei, then gently peeled off the tape from her mouth.
"Wow!" Ding Weiwei fell into Zhang Yang's arms. "Why did it take you so long? Boo hoo..."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Zhang Yang comforted her, lightly patting her back. Back in Haizhou, when Ding Weiwei was tied up in a hotel room by that Qiang, with a towel stuffed in her mouth, he had said the same thing when he rescued her.
Whether it was last time or now, those words gave Ding Weiwei a great sense of reassurance. Gradually calming down, she said, "It's all my fault for being so willful. I won't leave you again!"
"It's my fault for dragging you into this. They came for me; they didn't hurt you, did they?" Zhang Yang asked softly.
"No, they just kept me tied up here..."
"I say, you two, this isn't the time for sweet nothings; we need to get moving!" Yu Qingwei urged from the side, causing both Zhang Yang and Ding Weiwei to blush. Without hesitation, Zhang Yang picked up Ding Weiwei and rushed toward the door.
In the yard, people lay scattered on the ground, still groaning. Zhang Yang, carrying Ding Weiwei, leaped over the wall with Yu Qingwei closely following. After a few jumps, they reached the roadside.
"Oh no! We should have had a car waiting here; how do we get back now?" Yu Qingwei exclaimed.
"Let's hide first; I'll call for a car," Zhang Yang replied after a moment's thought.
Just then, several SUVs sped towards them on the road, with a Cayenne following closely behind. "Crap! Toothless is back and seems to have brought reinforcements. It looks like there are more people than just those in the villa."
"Yu Qingwei shouted.
"Go up the mountain!" Zhang Yang glanced back and immediately adjusted his direction, signaling Yu Qingwei to follow.
With a loud bang, a bullet suddenly whizzed past Zhang Yang's ear. Startled, he exclaimed, "Damn, they had a sniper ambush set up! Quick, retreat to the back of the villa!" Zhang Yang quickly turned around and sprinted towards the villa, with Yu Qingwei following closely behind.
As they approached the villa, several off-road vehicles drove closer. Gunfire erupted all around them. Fortunately, most of the people in the vehicles were armed with handguns, which had limited accuracy. Zhang Yang and Yu Qingwei dodged left and right as they rushed towards the villa.
Reaching a corner of the villa's wall, they managed to avoid the sniper's line of sight and the view from the off-road vehicles. Yu Qingwei pulled out a Beretta M92 and handed it to Zhang Yang. "Take care of Ding Weiwei for me!"
Zhang Yang took the gun and nodded, gently placing Ding Weiwei down, only to suddenly realize that her face was pale and her eyes were closed!
"Weiwei!" Zhang Yang gently shook Ding Weiwei, but she showed no response. He reached out to check her breath; it was very weak.
"She’s been shot!!!" Yu Qingwei suddenly cried out, noticing blood seeping from Ding Weiwei's hair on the side of her head. Zhang Yang gently pushed her hair aside, his heart sinking.
"The bullet is lodged in her skull; we need to save her immediately!" Yu Qingwei said urgently as she carefully laid Ding Weiwei on her side.
"Keep an eye on her!" Zhang Yang roared like an enraged lion. He leaped into the air, soaring several meters high like a bolt of lightning aimed at the off-road vehicles. Before he even landed, several massive fireballs shot towards the vehicles with explosive force. The sound of explosions filled the air as flames erupted; one after another, fireballs engulfed several off-road vehicles, causing chaos inside them.
Suddenly, one of the Cayennes behind the off-road vehicles came to a stop. A figure jumped out and ran up the mountain.
It was none other than Toothless!
"Where do you think you're going?" After landing, Zhang Yang charged forward with incredible speed. In mid-air, he concentrated all his strength into his palm and struck out. Toothless stumbled and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood!
"I swear I'll skin you alive today!" Zhang Yang shouted angrily, but he saw Toothless suddenly use his bloodied hand to form a gesture. In an instant, he vanished without a trace.
"That's Blood Escape! We can't catch up, come back quickly, saving people is the priority!" Yu Qingwei shouted loudly to Zhang Yang as he left the cover of the wall.
Just as he was shouting, there was a "bang," and a spray of blood mist erupted from Yu Qingwei's shoulder. He had been shot in the shoulder by a sniper, stumbled, and fell to the ground.
"Damn it!" After two shots, Zhang Yang had basically determined the sniper's position. He swayed left and right and charged toward the direction of the sniper. "Bang!" Another shot rang out, but due to his rapid movements, this shot missed Zhang Yang.
As Zhang Yang moved quickly forward, he raised his M92 and fired in the direction of the sniper, temporarily suppressing the fire.
A few seconds later, Zhang Yang spotted the sniper hiding behind a rock. He fired four consecutive shots, keeping the sniper from raising his head.
As soon as the sniper lifted his head, Zhang Yang grabbed him and slammed him down hard onto the ground. "Puh!" The sniper spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. Zhang Yang picked up the sniper rifle and snapped it in half with a crack before throwing it far away.
Then, Zhang Yang walked up to the lying sniper and stomped on his limbs repeatedly. "Ah!" The immense pain jolted the sniper awake from his unconsciousness, and he screamed in agony on the ground.
With the threat eliminated, Zhang Yang no longer paid him any mind and quickly rushed toward Yu Qingwei and Ding Weiwei.
Just as he reached them, a series of engine sounds suddenly came from the road, and several vehicles were heading straight for the villa.
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