Subordinate Doting - Chap 11
The stiff body fell backwards like a stone and hit the ground. Jack felt his upper body bounce up a little. A stream of air rushed out of his throat, forcing him to shout and call for help immediately, but the hand appeared again and covered his mouth and nose.
”Did you touch him with this hand?”
He Zhuo was in a half-kneeling position, his knees crushing his throat, his big hands grasping his wrist bone, cruelly twisting it ninety degrees and breaking it again.
He leaned over and looked Jack in the eye and asked, “How many people were in the ambush?”
Jack was completely speechless.
At that moment, he seemed to see a wolf staring at him, and the next second it would bar its fangs and tear him to pieces.
He opened his mouth as wide as he could but no sound came out. He could only watch as He Zhuo raised his right arm. The fierce strips of muscle instantly filled his sleeves, and the blue veins under the pale skin on his wrist bulged out, until the fist hit his temple with a “bang”!
After the severe pain, he fainted.
He Zhuo searched the truck keys from him, then carried him to the back door of the tavern and threw him into a parked garbage truck.
The sleepy garbage truck driver was just awakened by a muffled “bang” when the right door was slammed hard.
Someone said, “The garbage is full, you can go now.”
The driver woke up and looked outside in a daze.
I saw a man in black standing at the dim alley, where the night and the lights intertwined. The upper half of his face blended into the darkness, while the lower half was exposed in the light. Sparks flickered for a moment, and he raised his hand, took out the cigarette from between his lips, and exhaled a puff of white mist.
”Are you still not leaving? The mountain is going to be closed due to heavy snow.”
The calm voice carries a commanding tone, making people subconsciously want to obey.
The driver automatically classified the muffled sound as the sound of heavier “garbage” hitting the truck bed, and waved at him with a smile: “Thanks, buddy!”
After he drove two or three meters away, He Zhuo took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the open window on the back of the car, taking a picture of the unconscious Jack and the garbage being intimate with each other.
Five minutes had passed before the half hour. He Zhuo had dealt with the first man, but Ji Tingyu and the others had already left without even a trace of their wheels left.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and hail began to fall from the sky, landing on the car with a crackling sound, as if it was going to bury the sky and the earth.
He Zhuo smoked a cigarette and glanced into the distance where the outcome was unknown. The dark valley roared with a deafening gale, like a black hole that was about to swallow up all life.
But he knew that there was his lover’s first chance of survival in this life.
He must save Ji Tingyu’s legs and ears tonight.
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Before the gangsters noticed that Jack was missing, He Zhuo took away all their guns and ammunition, leaving only a few Molotov cocktails in their truck and drove away.
The black Wrangler drove several hundred meters in the wind and snow, then skidded to a stop, with its tires splashing up a cloud of brown slush.
He Zhuo opened the door and got out of the car, holding a heavy sniper rifle in his hand . He easily stood on the front of the car with his long legs, and the hem of his clothes at his waist swept half a circle in the rain.
The sniper rifle weighing 15 kilograms was like a piece of hard cold iron. Even with a silencer and a scope, it seemed weightless in his hand.
He placed the gun tip on the roof of the car, with the handle against his shoulder, and held the gun with both hands as if in shooting position. He rubbed the not-thin layer of calluses on his fingers, then tilted his head and fixed his eyes on the sight.
The wide field of vision instantly shrank into a cold perfect circle, and the intersection of the cross lines faced the back alley of the tavern.
He Zhuo’s stern profile was pressed against the gun. After finding the target, he aimed and shot without any hesitation.
A flash of flame shot out from the cold muzzle, and the bullet broke through the wind and flew into the distance.
Except for the first two shots which were a bit high, the remaining shots began to get better. He quickly regained his feel and hit the target accurately.
Flames erupted from the group of trucks a hundred meters away, and red light shot up into the sky. As the shells were ejected one by one, the Molotov cocktails he placed on the trucks exploded one after another.
None of the criminals’ cars were spared, and it was impossible to find a car to catch up with Ji Tingyu in a short time.
The scarred man and his accomplices who rushed out of the tavern were furious at the scene, but there was nothing they could do.
The location of the Molotov cocktail was so toxic, right near the fuel tank, that it was impossible to tell when the car would explode, so no one dared to get close to put out the fire.
He Zhuo also wanted to thank them for parking the car far enough away. The service station was sparsely populated, and there was no one else except the diners in the pub, so there was no need to worry about innocent people being hurt.
“Good luck.”
He stood up, put away the mirror, closed his ice-blue eyes in the snowflakes blowing in his face, tilted his head and gently kissed the gun.
It’s like kissing a lover waiting in the distance.
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The mountains are covered with snow, and the biting cold wind freezes every bone.
The snow was so heavy that it hindered driving. The strong wind blew it into clumps and hit the windshield. Soon the glass was covered with a thick layer.
The windshield wipers were frozen and couldn’t be used, so He Zhuo had to smash the glass to see the road clearly.
But this time the heavy snow hit his face directly in the opposite direction of travel, and poured into his collar, as if someone was cutting his flesh with a knife.
He Zhuo’s hands were frozen purple, his face was stiff and blue, and he could hear the sound of his teeth chattering in his ears, but he didn’t dare to delay for another minute.
The scarred man and his gang have no car or guns now, so they cannot catch up in a short time, but when the car was burned they must have notified the ambushers to take action.
It will take at least two hours for Ji Tingyu’s team to get back to the base, and the route is fixed. If He Zhuo cannot catch up with them before they are ambushed, Ji Tingyu will be in trouble tonight, and his tragic life will begin as usual.
”Damn it!” He Zhuo punched the car, his gentlemanly manners completely shattered.
His heart was cut by a deep feeling of powerlessness. As soon as he closed his eyes, Ji Tingyu’s death and his cowardly and humble appearance would appear in his mind.
After thinking for two seconds, He Zhuo suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the Wrangler changed direction and rushed straight up the steep snow-capped mountain.
