thefictionvixens Chapter 107 I'll entrust my back to you, and give him the bullets.
Chapter 107 I'll entrust my back to you, and give him the bullets.
The night wind howled, carrying the rotten smell unique to tropical rainforests, and poured into the fourth-floor lobby through the broken French windows.
Qi Tongwei stood by the window, holding the half-finished cigarette in his hand, the embers flickering in the darkness.
Below was a dark sea of tree canopies, like a giant beast with its mouth wide open.
Just now, the bodyguard known as "The Butcher" jumped down with Zhao Ruilong.
That's really ruthless.
"Trying to run away?"
Zhong Kui snorted coldly and swung the still-dripping scalpel in his hand sharply to the side and behind him.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound.
The blade struck a load-bearing column, sparks flying everywhere.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
There used to be scorpions standing there.
While Qi Tongwei was looking out the window, the cunning insect threw a military-grade smoke grenade.
"puff--"
Thick white smoke exploded in the hall, and a pungent chemical smell quickly filled the air.
Under the cover of the white mist, Scorpion pressed the mechanism on the wall and slid into a secret passage disguised as a ventilation duct, disappearing faster than a rabbit.
"Born in the Year of the Rat".
Zhong Kui cursed, kicked away the sofa blocking his way, and stared at the closed entrance to the secret passage with a gloomy expression.
As a top agent in the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection's special task force, letting the target slip away right under his nose is a disgrace to his career.
"Stop chasing."
Qi Tongwei flicked his cigarette butt out the window; the red dot traced an arc in the air before plunging into the abyss.
He turned around, looked at the mess and corpses on the ground, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.
"They may run away, but they can't hide. Let's see where they run to."
Zhong Kui nodded, took out a military satellite phone from his pocket, and his fingers flew across the keyboard.
A few seconds later, his face turned very pale.
"Those bastards, they're really well-prepared."
Zhong Kui stared at the red dot trail on the screen, gritting his teeth.
"Zhao Ruilong hid a helicopter deep in the jungle; it was a pre-planned escape route. Judging from the coordinates, their rendezvous point is in Guichoujian."
"Ghost Sorrow Valley?"
Qi Tongwei raised an eyebrow.
Upon hearing those three words, Ye Cunxin, who was leaning against the bar panting, suddenly stiffened.
She nearly dropped the Browning pistol she was holding.
That face, already pale from blood loss, was now completely bloodless, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.
Ghost Sorrow Valley.
That was her nightmare.
Not long ago, she was kidnapped there and locked in that damp and dark cave, where she could cry out to heaven and earth in vain.
The filthy eyes of those drug dealers, their rude insults, and the despair of being violated and killed at any moment surged up like a tide once again.
Her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.
The tattered red silk dress rustled softly against her skin as she trembled.
Because of the vigorous exercise just now, the rip on the right side of the skirt has widened, almost reaching the waist.
Her entire right leg was exposed to the air, and under the dim light, it was dazzlingly white.
Fine beads of sweat slid down her slender neck, flowed over her delicate collarbone, and disappeared into her deep cleavage.
The black lace holster at the base of her thigh clung tightly to her soft skin, leaving a fleshy indentation.
This extreme sexiness and extreme fear intertwine, making her look like a frightened fawn, yet also carrying a broken feeling that makes you want to ravage her.
Qi Tongwei noticed her unusual behavior.
He strode over and took off his tactical jacket, which smelled of gunpowder.
"Whoosh—"
The coat was draped over Ye Cunxin, covering the large expanse of her alluring figure and keeping her warm from the outside chill.
Her body temperature enveloped her.
Ye Cunxin raised her head, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
"Scared?"
Qi Tongwei reached out and helped her adjust her collar, his fingers accidentally brushing against her burning earlobe.
"No...no."
Ye Cunxin sniffed, her voice trembling with tears, but she stubbornly maintained her composure.
"I'm just... a little cold."
"It's cold, that's for sure."
Qi Tongwei grinned, a smile that carried a reassuringly roguish charm.
He reached out and gently brushed the tip of her pert nose.
"That place is where we rose to power, but it is their final resting place."
Qi Tongwei turned around and looked at the dark jungle outside the window, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.
"Don't be afraid, this time, we won't be the prey."
"We are hunters."
After saying that, he took off the black guitar case that he had been carrying on his back and placed it heavily on the large gambling table.
"Unzip it."
Qi Tongwei gestured with his chin towards Zhong Kui.
Zhong Kui walked over and pulled open the zipper.
Even someone as used to grand occasions as him had a slight twitch in his pupils when he saw what was inside.
That's not a guitar.
Instead, it was a disassembled heavy sniper rifle that gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.
CheyTac M200, "Interventionist".
Dubbed the Rolls-Royce of sniper rifles, it boasts a long range, high accuracy, and enough power to snap a person in half.
Qi Tongwei's fingers traced over the cold parts as if caressing a lover's skin.
Click.
The barrel is screwed into the receiver.
Click.
Stock locked.
Click.
The huge optical sight is inserted into the guide rail.
This series of movements is fluid and graceful, with a rhythm that is full of mechanical beauty.
In just over ten seconds, a 1.4-meter-long black Grim Reaper was assembled in his hands.
Just then.
"boom!"
The heavy mahogany door on the fourth floor was violently smashed open.
The chaotic footsteps sounded like a rapid drumbeat, making the floor tremble.
A large group of security personnel in black uniforms and full gear poured in.
There was a dark mass of people, at least fifty in total.
Armed with MP5 submachine guns and riot shields, they quickly surrounded Qi Tongwei and his two companions.
"Don't move!"
A sharp voice rang out.
The crowd parted, and a man in a wheelchair was pushed out.
It was the same white security captain, "Meat Grinder," whose legs had been crippled by Qi Tongwei at the dock.
At this moment, his legs were in thick casts, his face was deathly pale, but his eyes burned with a venomous flame.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
The meat grinder brandished its pistol and roared hysterically.
"Whoever kills this bastard gets a $500,000 bounty! Leave that woman here; I want to skin her alive!"
The surrounding security personnel raised their guns, the dark muzzles forming a wall of death.
The air freezes.
At this distance, with this density of firepower, even a god would find it difficult to fly.
Zhong Kui frowned, gripped the scalpel tightly, his body tense, ready to fight to the death.
But Qi Tongwei didn't even turn his head.
He placed the heavy M200 on the windowsill, adjusting the height of the bipod as if the dozens of guns behind him didn't exist at all.
"Ye Cunxin".