It was pitch black outside the window. The deserted mountain road seemed even more rugged at night, and the closed car body was shaking hard while driving.

Inside the carriage, several bored kidnappers were telling crude and vulgar jokes, bragging in a foreign language about how many people they had killed, how many prostitutes they had slept with, how many innocent victims had been tortured to death by them, and how many times they had cruelly cut off their body tissues alive just for fun.

Chen Kong leaned back in his chair with his arms folded, his eyes drooping lazily, and yawned for the fifteenth time that night.

Suddenly, the car jolted and stopped.

The man in the driver's seat cursed angrily and tried to restart the car, but due to his rough and urgent movements, the car only made a few faint noises and then stalled completely.

The kidnapper sitting in the back seat asked, "What's wrong?"

"Damn it, this car won't move."

The man spat, turned his head impatiently and asked, "How far are we from the agreed location?"

The person behind replied: "Not far, only a few kilometers."

The kidnapper pounded the steering wheel in frustration, was silent for a while, then opened the car door and got out: "Then let's just do it here. We're in the middle of nowhere anyway. It doesn't matter where this kid dies. The most we'll have to bury him in a different pit."

The two people at the back dragged Han Li, who was still struggling, out of the car, and pushed the child, whose hands and feet were tied, so that he staggered and crawled awkwardly in the gray mud.

One of them lifted him up and forced him to half-kneel, while the kidnapper who was driving pulled out a black gun from his waist and slowly put it to the child's scratched and bleeding forehead.

Shen Kong also got out of the car, stood by with his arms folded, and watched with a lazy attitude as if it had nothing to do with him.

Han Li, who had been whimpering just now, suddenly became quiet. His pair of black and white eyes, washed by tears, looked particularly dazzling on his tender face stained with mud. He silently stared at the man who was about to execute him, and there was a ruthlessness in his gloomy eyes that was beyond his age.

The kidnapper was frightened by such a look, and his finger on the trigger hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, the thick clouds were blown by the strong wind, blocking the already dim moonlight.

The small Han Li suddenly got angry, stood up abruptly, knocked away the gun pointed at his forehead, and then rushed towards the dark cliff covered by dead branches beside the mountain road without hesitation.

According to the plot, he will roll down the cliff, and the kidnappers will leave thinking that he is dead.

Three days later, the searchers sent by the Han family found Han Li dying at the bottom of the cliff: he was covered in wounds and half of his body was disabled.

but--

At this moment, Chen Kong, who was standing nearby, suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the back of little Han Li's collar, and pulled the child back from rushing down the cliff.

Han Li was like a wounded little animal, kicking his legs in vain in the air, and making angry roars from his mouth which was sealed with tape.

The dark eyes stared at Shen Kong with hatred, as if ready to rush over and bite his throat the next second after being released.

Shen Kong lowered his head and raised an eyebrow at him with interest.

The kidnapper who was knocked away by Han Li stood up, his face flushed red, and walked over angrily: "Damn it, this brat dared to run? He really doesn't know what's good for him!"

As he spoke, he reached out to Han Li who was held in the air.

Just then, he felt someone grabbing his arm.

The cold palm was like an iron hoop, slowly exerting a force that weighed more than a thousand pounds. The intense pain caught him off guard and he cried out in another language: "What the hell are you doing? Let me go."

Shen Kong smiled and blinked, then pulled him towards him, and then used his palm to forcefully bend the opponent's arm in the opposite direction.

"Crack" the crisp sound of bones breaking rang out in the dark night.

The kidnapper's arm was broken violently.

The situation took a turn for the worse, the man screamed at the top of his lungs, and his other free hand quickly reached for his waist, but Chen Kong got the gun faster than him. He put the stunned Han Li into his arms, then quickly bent over and crouched in front of the kidnapper, resting the gun on his shoulder.

"Bang" "Bang"!

Two deafening gunshots broke the silence, and the two kidnappers, realizing that something was wrong, fell down before they could even draw their weapons.

Then, Shen Kong threw away the man he used as a meat shield, easily neutralized the opponent's attack that was weakened by pain, and then kicked him down mercilessly.

He weighed the dark, heavy metal block in his palm, then pointed the muzzle of the gun at the other man's forehead.

A gunshot rang out and the man stopped moving.

The whole process took only a few tens of seconds and was over before people could even react.

Han Li stared blankly with his eyes wide open, forgetting to struggle at all. The two white tear marks on his muddy little face looked quite funny.

Until Shen Kong came over and tore off the tape on his mouth.

The lower half of Han Li's face turned red because of his rough action, and his eyes once again filled with tears. However, he did not cry out in pain. He just looked up at Chen Kong and asked in a hoarse child's voice:

"Why?"

Shen Kong didn't answer, but gave him a kind smile.

Then he raised his hand and put the tape back on, and even bent down to tighten the ropes around his wrists and ankles.

Han Li: ...

So why did you take the tape off in the first place? ? ?

Han Li felt a burning pain in the lower half of his face, but it was nothing compared to the hurt he felt from being deceived.

He glared at the man standing in front of him with double the indignation, trying to skin the kidnapper alive with his eyes.

He is wrong! He shouldn't think that this person has good intentions! He's just another damn criminal!

Chen Kong opened the car door and easily threw the tightly tied Han Li onto the back seat. Facing the murderous gaze of a future villain, he turned around easily and bent over to search for something on the body of the fallen kidnapper.

A saber, half a pack of cigarettes, a clip of bullets, some change...

There was also a forged ID, but the forgery was so sophisticated that even Shen Kong could hardly find any flaws.

At this moment, the system suddenly asked: "Why didn't you take action immediately just now?"

Shen Kong shrugged nonchalantly, and replied in his mind: "Don't you think their expressions of shattered hopes are more interesting?"

——Whether it’s that little brat or those outlaws who think they have a sure win.

system:"……"

Shen Kong continued to move, reaching out to take out the cell phone from the man's coat pocket, and then unlocked the screen with his fingers that were still warm from the corpse.

This is a disposable phone. All messages are deleted after reading. There is basically no useful information.

However, Shen Kong didn't have high expectations. He put his phone back into his pocket and explained nonchalantly:

"Of course... there are other reasons. The way the driver held the gun, the type of gun, and the Armenian language he spoke all indicate that they are illegal mercenaries or have a related background. They do dirty work like kidnapping, murder, and corpse dumping. They have no professional ethics at all and can even kill children... In short, in order to prevent accidental injuries, we naturally have to find the right time and wait for him to let his guard down before we take action."

However... Han Li's reaction made him eyes light up.

This kid still has some backbone.

Suddenly, a deafening gunshot was heard from behind.

Chen Kong had no time to be shocked. He rolled on the ground flexibly and used the car as a cover to aim at the place where the sound came from.

However, he only saw the kidnapper who had been shot down before staggering a bit, and then fell on his back again.

Shen Kong felt something was wrong and quickly ran towards the back of the car. He opened the door and saw Han Li curled up trembling, wailing and sobbing softly. Blood quickly spread down his slender legs, staining the fabric a blinding crimson.

The bullet went through the car door and injured Han Li's leg.

For the first time, Chen Kong put away his casual expression, his eyes were cold and terrifying, like a heavy cloud that was about to approach.

No one knew his shooting skills better than him. There was no chance that man would get up again. Even if he really missed, he didn't believe that these mercenaries with no moral bottom line would have such a strong sense of responsibility and would complete the mission even if it meant death.

unless……

At this moment, the mechanical voice of the system sounded in my ears:

"Deviation detected in world trajectory, automatically corrected."