Bang, bang, bang…
The intense gunfire continued unabated. Outside the city, by the roadside, Guo Feng, in the driver's seat of the parked minivan, heard the fierce exchange of gunfire and shouts from within. He knew Wan Yunting had engaged the black drug trafficking syndicate. Turning to Yang Yudong, who sat behind him, Guo Feng glared and asked, "Sister Dong, are we really not going in to help?"
"Help… help?"
Gao Mingyu, in the front passenger seat, was so terrified his words stumbled. Shaking his head and waving his hands, he stammered, "Let's forget it. We don't want to die in there…"
"Pah, look at your spineless state. How will you ever get things done in the future?"
Guo Feng glared, raising his hand to smack Gao Mingyu's head. However, he had only recently joined the special department, and their job wasn't about fighting. Hence, Gao Mingyu naturally feared those black drug traffickers.
Yang Yudong frowned, remaining silent. Uncle Peng, sitting behind him, finished a carrot and said, "Yudong, if we don't go in to help, it doesn't seem right."
"Yeah, Sister Dong."
Guo Feng turned. The young man was excited and really wanted to charge in and fight the black drug traffickers. He turned to Yang Yudong and said, "After all, we were instructed by the country to assist this Wan Yunting in rescuing someone. If we just sit here and watch him get killed inside, the country will blame us."
"How can that be? Our department doesn't investigate drug trafficking syndicates. Besides, he was the one who insisted on going in alone…" Gao Mingyu, fearing for his life in the passenger seat, was unwilling to go in.
"Can you shut up, kid? With your timid nature, believe it or not, I'll report you to higher-ups and have you kicked out of the department." Guo Feng glared, pointing at Gao Mingyu and scolding him. Gao Mingyu dodged a couple of times and meekly replied, "That would be for the best. I never intended to join your department in the first place; Uncle Peng talked me into it…"
"Hey, still got the nerve to talk back…"
Guo Feng raised his hand to hit Gao Mingyu twice. Uncle Peng from the back interjected, "Alright, stop fooling around. Yudong, why don't we drive in and provide some backup for him?"
The gunfire inside was extremely fierce. Yang Yudong, torn, finally nodded and said to Guo Feng, "Drive in and provide backup. We can't let him die in there."
"Got it."
With approval, Guo Feng excitedly started the minivan, preparing to gun it and charge in. However, the very next second, a yellow sports car, its headlights flashing, drifted around the corner. Guo Feng froze, thinking it was the drug traffickers. He tensed, reaching for his sidearm and chambering a round. The terrified Gao Mingyu in the passenger seat pushed open the car door and bolted, running back the way they came…
"Mingyu, come back…"
Uncle Peng yelled out as he saw this. Yang Yudong's expression also tensed, but Guo Feng had already aimed his pistol at the sports car rapidly approaching them. If it was one of the drug traffickers, he would fire in resistance.
Unexpectedly, the sports car braked sharply and stopped. Wan Yunting stuck his head out and yelled at them, "Hurry up, get in the car, quick…"
"Oh."
Seeing it was Wan Yunting, Guo Feng put away his gun and quickly made a U-turn. Several vehicles had already sped out; they were the black gang pursuing Wan Yunting. One truck had a mounted machine gun in the back, unleashing a barrage of fire at Wan Yunting's sports car…
"Ah…"
The moment the gunfire erupted, Gao Mingyu screamed in terror. He couldn't hear Uncle Peng's shouts, desperately running back…
Guo Feng made a U-turn and drove back, but Gao Mingyu was still out there. Meanwhile, pursuers behind them were spraying bullets towards them, hitting the rear of the minivan and shattering the glass. Uncle Peng and Yang Yudong quickly ducked their heads…
"You guys go quickly, I'll go get him."
Wan Yunting shouted at Guo Feng. He then spun his sports car around, reaching out his left hand with a pistol extended out of the window and pulling the trigger a few times towards the pursuing vehicles. A bullet shattered the glass and struck a black man in the driver's seat of one car. The car lost control and slammed into a roadside pillar, exploding in a fiery inferno…
However, several more pursuing vehicles quickly approached. Wan Yunting drove his sports car back, catching up to Gao Mingyu, who was desperately running on the road. Wan Yunting slammed on the brakes, got out, quickly grabbed Gao Mingyu, and without a word, yanked him, opened the passenger door, and tossed him in. He then drew his Tai Chi sword. Seeing the pursuing vehicles already closing in, giving Wan Yunting no chance to drive away, he charged towards the oncoming cars, brandishing his Tai Chi sword…
Rat-a-tat-tat…
The black thugs in the cars fired at him with their guns. Especially the two black men in the back of the truck manning the machine gun, they unleashed a hail of bullets towards Wan Yunting, who was rapidly charging at them with his long sword…
Clang, clang, clang…
Wan Yunting's eyes flashed with a green light. He swung the Tai Chi sword in front of him, swiftly dancing it. He was actually deflecting the incoming bullets. Upon closer inspection, the sword edge was splitting the bullets, sparks flying and a metallic clang echoing…
Suddenly, Guo Feng slammed on the brakes, stopping the minivan. He turned to watch Wan Yunting behind them, wielding his long sword and rapidly engaging the pursuers in the several cars. The ceaseless barrage of bullets seemed unable to hit him. Guo Feng, Yang Yudong, and Uncle Peng in the minivan stared with wide eyes, their mouths agape, expressions of disbelief plastered on their faces…
The first car was just reaching them. Wan Yunting flicked his Tai Chi sword, sending it flying. With a bang, it pierced the front windshield, killing the black driver inside. Yet, the car continued to hurtle towards him…
Wan Yunting suddenly kicked out, somersaulting in mid-air. In an instant, his right hand grasped the sword hilt, still protruding from the windshield, and yanked it free. He spun around in the air and flicked it again, piercing the chest of a black man operating the machine gun in the back of the truck. The man was instantly impaled and flew out of the vehicle, landing on the road with a thud…
Wan Yunting also landed behind the truck, directly throwing out another black man. He then grabbed the machine gun and fired at the other two cars beside them. With a burst of fire, both cars exploded.
Wan Yunting then turned the machine gun towards the truck in front of him and unleashed a barrage of fire. The two black men inside were riddled with bullets. The truck finally sped forward. Wan Yunting leaped into the air, landing steadily on the road. He watched the truck crash into a shop building by the roadside…
Wan Yunting turned and walked towards the black man lying on the road, his chest pierced by the sword. He pulled out the Tai Chi sword. Suddenly, his left arm ached. He realized his arm had been grazed by a bullet, blood flowing out. However, the wound wasn't severe; it was just a flesh wound from the bullet.
Looking at the Tai Chi sword, its edge was pitted and almost serrated. The sword blade had been deformed from deflecting bullets. It was basically scrapped, but Wan Yunting didn't discard it. Seeing a group of black men had already rushed out and were running towards them, accompanied by the sound of gunshots and flying bullets…
Wan Yunting didn't linger. He turned and ran towards the sports car, opened the door, and got in. He saw Gao Mingyu in the passenger seat, his head deeply bowed onto his lap, trembling all over. Wan Yunting closed the door and stepped on the accelerator, driving straight out…
Guo Feng also hit the accelerator, driving the minivan out ahead. Soon, Wan Yunting overtook him, waved his hand, and signaled Guo Feng to quickly leave the Brookwood district…
A group of black men in cars behind them wanted to pursue, but Nick, his face bloody, raised his hand, signaling them to stop. There was no need to chase further, as once they left Brookwood district, the police would intervene…
After all, within Brookwood district, these drug traffickers could disregard the police. But if they left the district, it would be a different story.
"Boss, he got away!"
Nick, enduring the pain on his face, held his phone and reported the situation.
"Useless."
The person on the other end cursed and hung up. Bert, holding a cigar, exhaled a plume of smoke and stood up from the sofa, placing his crossed legs down. He was tall, wearing a coffee-colored leather jacket. He looked at Jiang Wenhao, who was bound by chains and hanging from an iron rack before him. Jiang Wenhao was covered in wounds, his face bruised and swollen, having suffered greatly.
Bert walked up to Jiang Wenhao, took a puff of his cigar, and blew smoke towards his face, saying with a smile, "Your Chinese friend is very formidable. It seems I'll have to make more preparations!"
Pfft…
Jiang Wenhao, spitting blood, spat towards Bert and sneered, "You've provoked the one person you absolutely shouldn't have. My teacher will kill you all, one by one, haha…"
Slap!
"Fuck…"
Bert wiped the blood and spit from his face, cursing fiercely, and slapped Jiang Wenhao hard. He then held the cigar to his face again, scorching it. Jiang Wenhao cried out in pain…
Bert grabbed his chin with his large hand, his eyes wide, and said angrily, "I'd like to see how he's going to kill us…!"