Chapter 543
: 34 bombs?
He Chenguang felt deeply that Jiang Nian was the lucky star of their Red Cell Team.
He shook his head, temporarily putting those distracting thoughts aside. The most important thing right now was the current mission. With that thought, He Chenguang's cold gaze turned to a patrolling group.
Jiang Nian was unaware of He Chenguang's thoughts at that moment. He was currently focused solely on dealing with the bomb.
It has to be said that even the most skilled person would get a little dizzy from constantly defusing bombs.
"System, how many more bombs are left to defuse?"
Jiang Nian is now using the system as a detection tool, so he asked directly without any hesitation.
system:"……"
It's just a system without emotions, okay? Why should it be used as a laborer by its host?
Despite its inward complaints, the system still answered Jiang Nian's question seriously: "Host, there are currently thirty-four bombs remaining. Keep up the good work, host, I believe you'll be able to handle it soon!"
Thirty-four bombs?
After a quick calculation, Jiang Nian was able to complete it soon.
He buried himself in his work, determined to take down all the remaining bombs within an hour.
Time flew by, and Jiang Nian stretched his back one last time before slowly standing up.
Good heavens, he felt his back was aching terribly from working in a hunched position all the time; it was absolutely torture.
But at least the mission was finally completed.
After packing up his toolbox, Jiang Qing quickly headed towards the hiding place of He Chenguang and the others.
“We’ve already scouted the area. These patrolmen are divided into two teams that take turns patrolling, each team patrolling every half hour with a five-minute interval in between. That’s enough time for us to storm in!”
Seeing that Jiang Nian had finally returned, the group of people who had been on tenterhooks breathed a sigh of relief and then began to report on the situation.
Jiang Nian had also observed that the patrol teams consisted of six people each, each carrying a gun. However, judging from their patrol style, they merely glanced around and moved on—clearly, these people were overconfident and believed that no one could possibly infiltrate the area.
After all, a dense array of bombs would be enough to stop anyone.
At least, since they established their stronghold here, no one has ever been able to come here unscathed and without alerting anyone.
The houses in the distance are two-story stockaded buildings: the bottom floor is purely a support structure, open on all four sides with no obstruction; the second floor is a wooden house with glass windows on all four sides, so that the people inside can see the surrounding environment clearly.
There are more than a dozen such houses, with a wall built around the perimeter using bricks and cement. The wall is about two meters high and equipped with an electric fence—it is believed that anyone who tries to climb it will be electrocuted first.
Pictures came from the golden eagle.
This is a floor plan of the drug lord's hideout sent back by an undercover agent.
Jiang Nian carefully examined the floor plan, pondering it in his mind.
Based on the markings on the map, it can be determined that the drug lords built a special underground prison, located on this side of the cement wall, but guarded by ten Tibetan mastiffs.
It is said that these ten Tibetan mastiffs feed on human flesh, making them extremely ferocious.
After the undercover agent's identity was exposed, he is now being held in this dungeon.
"Our objective is to rescue our own people and retrieve the loot. The dungeon is located here, guarded by Tibetan mastiffs, and there are no patrols outside. In ten minutes, Flamingo will cut off the power, and Falcon and I will go in to rescue them. Buffalo will keep watch and provide cover, while Snow Leopard and Flamingo will provide support from the outside. The mission lasts twenty minutes; once the people are rescued, we will retreat immediately!"
Jiang Nian made the final decision and distributed the previously modified bombs to several people.
"These bombs have been modified, so you can rest assured about their safety. If you encounter the enemy, don't hesitate, just throw them out. After we rescue the people, drop all these bombs into their hideout!"
Rescue is the primary objective, but retreating like this is not Jiang Nian's style—these people must be taught a profound lesson.
Their stronghold was set up here, and they used so many bombs to hold off so many people. Now he wanted to see if they could still hold their stronghold after dropping all these bombs!
After the tasks were assigned, everyone held their breath and stared intently at the movements ahead.
Flamingo took the lead, with buffalo providing cover, and the two rushed towards a small house at the very edge—where the electrical system was located.
Just ten minutes later, the brightly lit house in front of them suddenly went dark.
Jiang Nian and He Chenguang exchanged a glance, and then rushed towards the wall without hesitation.
With a leap, the two of them scaled the wall.
Ten Tibetan mastiffs were roaming freely in this area. As soon as they saw Jiang Nian and He Chenguang appear on the wall, they roared and charged over.
Jiang Nian held the gun with both hands and pulled the trigger at the same time.
The two Tibetan mastiffs collapsed to the ground.
Without hesitation, he continued firing, and the ferocious Tibetan mastiffs fell one after another.
He Chenguang's side also opened fire at the same time.
A minute later, all ten Tibetan mastiffs lay neatly on the ground.
A thick stench of blood filled the air. Jiang Nian and He Chenguang jumped off the wall and rushed straight into the underground passage in the corner.
As soon as I entered the passage, I smelled an even stronger stench of blood, and the smell was very fresh.
The two exchanged a glance, a hint of worry flashing in each other's eyes.
Hearing the commotion, the guards in the dungeon came out with their guns drawn.
But as soon as he showed his face, Jiang Nian shot him in the head.
There were only three guards in the dungeon, and almost all of them were killed as soon as they appeared.
In the innermost cell, a person was chained to the wall.
Upon hearing the gunshot, the man struggled to raise his head.
His face was covered in blood and grime, making him unrecognizable. Blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the color of his clothes was completely indistinguishable.
The damage was caused by whip marks.
"The wind rises and the clouds surge into the sky!" He Chenguang spoke first, giving the coded signal to the undercover agent.
"I...I am a dagger..."
After struggling to utter those words, the man's head drooped again.
Jiang Nian's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to get the key, unlocked the chains, and put the person down.
At this moment, Dagger was completely unconscious and had no feeling whatsoever. Even when Jiang Nian pulled at his wound when she put him down, he only frowned slightly and did not wake up.
His whole body was burning hot; he had a high fever.
Jiang Nian slung the dagger over his shoulder. "It's too late, let's go!"
Despite carrying someone on his back, Jiang Nian's speed was not affected; in fact, he ran even faster.
Just as they rushed out of the dungeon, the lights outside came on, and more than twenty armed men stood guard menacingly.
Without even a moment to hesitate, Jiang Nian decisively pulled the trigger with one hand holding the gun.
"Bang bang bang—" Several gunshots rang out, and several large lamps hanging on the shed next to it were shot down, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness again in an instant.
In the darkness, Jiang Nian carried a dagger and moved forward quickly, showing no mercy to anyone who tried to stop him.
He Chenguang didn't need to carry the wounded, so he was much faster than Jiang Nian.
He first climbed up the wall and stretched out a hand to pull Jiang Nian up.
Carrying a dagger, Jiang Nian moved a little slower.
But as he charged through the darkness, he was like a god of war, killing gods and Buddhas alike; every time he fired a shot, someone would fall.
Twenty-odd people—not a large number, but not a small number either. Even though they were familiar with the terrain, their vision was still somewhat blurred when the lights were suddenly shattered and they were plunged into darkness, which gave Jiang Nian and He Chenguang the opportunity to escape.
Just as Jiang Nian climbed the wall, several more people chased after him. "Bang—" A gunshot rang out, the sound of bullets whizzing through the air. Jiang Nian instinctively dodged to the left, only then remembering that he was carrying someone on his back. A muffled groan—this was the instinctive sound Jiang Nian made after a bullet struck his arm.
"Are you injured?"
He Chenguang was the first to react. He jumped down from the wall and helped Jiang Nian up, asking anxiously, "Getting injured at this time is not a good thing."
"Let's get out of here first!"
Jiang Nian nodded, said nothing more, and ran forward with the dagger on his back.
A series of footsteps sounded behind me.
The enemy has caught up.
He Chenguang's face revealed a fierce expression.
He grabbed the bomb Jiang Nian had given him earlier and threw it behind him without hesitation.
With a loud "boom," a large part of the rear wall collapsed, flames rose, and the enemy's shouts and curses filled the air.
Unexpectedly, the bombs were so useful. While covering Jiang Nian's advance, He Chenguang kept throwing bombs towards the enemy.
It must be said that He Chenguang is, after all, a special forces soldier who has received professional training, and his grenade throwing accuracy is quite good.
He even felt that given enough time and opportunity, these bombs alone could level the enemy's stronghold.
"Run! The dagger's about to die!"
Jiang Nian tugged at He Chenguang and shouted loudly.
At this moment, the buffalo, flamingos, and others who were responsible for providing cover had also arrived. Jiang Nian took the lead and raced ahead.
He could feel the person on his back breathing weaker and weaker, intermittently, and their body gradually getting colder—a sign of rapidly losing vitality.
With all the bombs cleared, Jiang Nian and his men were able to advance quickly despite the constant pursuit from behind, occasionally turning back to drop a few bombs to hinder their pursuers.
"Here is the toolbox. The person has been rescued, but the situation is not optimistic. We will arrive at the designated location in five minutes. Requesting assistance!"
Even with his arm injured, Jiang Nian's speed did not slow down, and he was still able to report the situation to his superiors during this tense moment.
"This is Golden Eagle. A vehicle has been prepared for you. Take the person to the hospital first, and someone will handle the follow-up matters with you."
Fan Tianlei's voice came through the earpiece, clearly indicating that he had already made arrangements.
Why aren't they just taking them back directly?
In an instant, this question flashed through Jiang Nian's mind.
But now was clearly not the time to think, and the thought was quickly dismissed.
Soon, Jiang Nian and his group rushed out of the forest. A black van was parked in a clearing at the edge of the forest.
This vehicle is clearly a modified military vehicle.
"I am Wang Dahu from the Armed Police Special Forces. I am here to meet you!"
The people on the bus got off, saluted, and identified themselves.
Without hesitation, Jiang Nian and the others quickly got into the car.
The moment the car started, a group of disheveled men rushed out of the forest.
The buffalo was responsible for covering the rear, and he immediately opened the car window and threw out three bombs.
He had long discovered that these bombs were incredibly powerful and more useful and convenient than any weapon he had on hand in such situations.
The car sped forward.
Jiang Nian's body was now covered in blood.
He carefully placed the dagger flat on the back seat and let it lie down.
Even with such a slight movement, Dagger still frowned.
"No... I don't know anything... I don't know anything..."
As if still suffering torment in a dream, the dagger muttered the same phrase repeatedly.
What kind of torture did he endure to be able to say this even in his dreams?
"Dagger is only sixteen years old. This was his first mission, who would have thought it would end like this..."
Wang Dahu, who was driving, saw the ugly expressions on Jiang Nian's and the others' faces through the rearview mirror, sighed, and explained in a low voice.
Dagger's real name is Wu Ming, and he is still young. He shouldn't have been sent on this mission, but the Wangba organization is very vigilant, and previous attempts to infiltrate their ranks had failed.
This time, Wu Ming volunteered to carry out the mission.
Because of his young age, the people in Wang Ba's organization would be much less wary of Wu Ming.
This is why Wu Mingxi was able to infiltrate Wang Ba's organization in a very short time.
Wu Ming's identity was exposed not because he obtained information about the organization, but because he couldn't bring himself to harm his own people while carrying out a mission assigned by Wang Ba, which aroused suspicion and led to his identity being exposed.
Wu Ming was still bleeding, and Jiang Nian didn't dare touch him too much. After experiencing such painful torment, the boy couldn't even find peace in his sleep.
Wang Dahu took them directly to the hospital.
The doctors were already prepared there.
Wu Ming was wheeled into the operating room.
Sitting outside the operating room, Jiang Nian and his group had no intention of leaving.
Although the mission successfully rescued him, no one knows whether Wu Ming can survive after enduring so much suffering.
"Brother Jiang, are you injured?"
The sound of blood dripping to the ground caught the attention of the water buffalo, who pointed at Jiang Nian's arm and raised his voice.
Li Erniu's mention brought it to everyone's attention, and they realized that Jiang Nian was also injured.
Even He Chenguang was too rushed at the time to notice this.
They quickly called a doctor to bandage Jiang Nian's wounds, and He Chenguang even personally accompanied Jiang Nian into the emergency room.
After all, he had been shot in the arm, with the bullet deeply embedded in his flesh. The doctor strongly recommended that he be taken to the operating room, but Jiang Nian felt that it was not a serious injury and insisted that it could be treated in the emergency room.
After administering anesthesia, the doctor carefully cut open Jiang Nian's arm and removed the bullet.
The bullet, stained with blood and flesh, was placed on a tray beside him. Jiang Nian didn't even frown; he simply gestured to the doctor to hurry up.
"Wu Ming is dying, we need to get him into the operating room immediately!"
Jiang Nian's wound had just been bandaged, and he hadn't even left the emergency room when Wang Yanbing rushed in from outside, shouting urgently.
Jiang Nian and He Chenguang's expressions changed simultaneously, and they hurriedly followed Wang Yanbing out of the emergency room.
There were no doctors or nurses left in the operating room; only Wang Dahu, Li Erniu, and a few others remained.
"The injuries were too severe; all the internal organs were displaced. It's remarkable that he's managed to hold on until now. Wu Ming has some things to say, so please listen carefully to what he has to say."
Wang Dahu looked at Wu Ming, who was unable to move on the bed, with a face full of sorrow, and tears fell as he spoke.
Wu Ming was someone he had personally trained, and he never expected that this first mission would cost Wu Ming his life.
The atmosphere in the operating room was extremely heavy and oppressive.
"The...toolbox...I know, you brought me back. Thank you. I swallowed the documents I got; you can retrieve them after I die." (End of Chapter)