Chapter 1755 - 1754: Fight With Them
"Mu Mian, wake up!" An Hao gently patted her, and seeing her unconscious, An Hao pressed firmly on the acupoint between her nose and upper lip.
Only then did Mu Mian slowly come to.
"Sister..." Mu Mian rubbed her throbbing, battered head as An Hao helped her sit up. "What happened just now?"
"We’re safe. The rat is dead. The PLA’s main force is right behind us, and now Qin Jian has started capturing the traffickers..." An Hao suddenly realized that Mu Qiankun was Mu Mian’s father, and mentioning these things would surely make her feel distressed.
"Sister, it’s okay! You don’t have to worry about my feelings. I’ve already lost all hope in him! If he’s dead, so be it. At least he won’t go on ruining others’ lives!" Mu Mian lowered her eyes and muttered softly, "I know the crimes he committed would have warranted death many times over."
An Hao didn’t say anything, only gently patting Mu Mian’s shoulder.
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Mu Qiankun was sleeping in a daze when suddenly he heard a flurry of footsteps.
Dammit!
His heart sank in shock, and he hurriedly flipped upright.
It must be the anti-drug task force catching up!
He tightly gripped the handgun in his palm, scanning his surroundings under the moonlight. To his dismay, apart from the giant sleeping nearby and Lin Sheng, everyone else had vanished.
"Wake up! Get the hell up!" He climbed to his feet and viciously kicked the giant and Lin Sheng awake. "They’re here! Quickly, get ready for a fight!"
The giant snapped into wakefulness instantly, hurriedly drawing his handgun and loading a round.
Lin Sheng, however, moved much more sluggishly. He had taken a hard blow to the back of his head, leaving him in agonizing pain. Thinking back to earlier events, realizing the rat was missing, and noticing Mu Mian and the hostage were gone, he felt a wrenching fear grip his chest. "Uncle Mu, the rat is gone, and Mu Mian and the hostage are missing! That damned rat knocked me out earlier..."
"We don’t have time to deal with that now. With the rat watching them, they couldn’t have gone far. Right now, the priority is handling the threat in front of us." Mu Qiankun wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Brother Kun! I sense danger. Listen to those footsteps—they’re definitely outnumbering us! Just the three of us won’t stand a chance!" The giant’s pounding heart told him everything—he felt doom closing in.
"Doesn’t matter! Either we’re captured and sent back or killed here—same result! Kill as many as we can! If we meet the King of Hell, we’ll at least drag a few more down with us!" Mu Qiankun, realizing he had reached a dead end, resolved to make a final, desperate stand.
"Alright! We’ll follow Brother Kun!"
The three of them hid behind separate trees, listening intently to the approaching footsteps in the darkness.
Along the way, more than a few anti-drug officers had already died from Mu Qiankun’s homemade explosives. Lin Sheng couldn’t bear to witness more deaths.
So, as soon as he heard those footsteps draw dangerously close, he suddenly fired a shot.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out in the still night, sharp and echoing far and wide.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Mu Qiankun cursed angrily.
Immediately, on the opposite side, dense gunfire erupted in response, bullets whizzing toward them. One struck the giant’s arm.
"Fire! Shoot them dead! Tear them apart!" Mu Qiankun roared furiously, and the firefight erupted in full force.