56 A Dislocated Reunion | You've Come to an End
Jiang Yu stood at the end of the floating bridge, and the sound of the waves hitting the shore became louder and louder.
Looking at the silent warehouses in the night, he lit another cigarette.
This time he didn't smoke, but just let the flame of the cigarette accompany him.
In the early morning, Jiang Yuyang was lying on the folding bed in the temporary command room.
The ceiling light was dim, and spots of light flickered on the ceiling.
When Jiang Yu couldn't sleep peacefully, he received a WeChat message from Ning Sicheng.
Her style hasn't changed. She still fills the screen with messages, one on top of another, like a machine gun.
But the content has changed.
[Hello Jiang Yu, although I was unconscious at that time, I know it was you who saved me.
Don't worry, I don't want to repay you with my body, I'm here to apologize to you.
I'm sorry, I kept saying I liked you, but from the beginning to the end, I didn't understand you at all. 】
[I love face and love to pursue some excitement that I "don't deserve", such as pursuing you, who has no feelings for me at all.
But I don’t like a life where my life is in danger all the time.
It's too dangerous to be with you.
Just the slightest contact led to misfortune.
[I'm sorry, before you delete my WeChat, I must apologize to you. My irresponsible and wishful thinking has caused you trouble.
Now, I voluntarily give up pursuing you. 】
[Also, my family will work with you to save Lin Weifeng.
If you have any information, please remember to share it. 】
Jiang Yu read it word by word.
After a long while, he typed two words: [Thank you]
No extra punctuation, no emojis.
After sending the message, he held the phone upside down on his chest, looked at the dull ceiling, and thought of Lin Weifeng again.
I have seen too little of the sky with her.
Too little.
He said to himself: Lin Weifeng, hold on a little longer, I will replace you myself.
The next second, the screen lit up again.
Ning Sicheng sent a few contact information, followed by a sentence:
I won’t talk about public affairs.
[This is our family's private search and rescue team, available 24 hours a day.]
Jiang Yu clicked on the location and saw the red dot right off the coast of Beiwan, ready to go.
He took a deep breath, forwarded the message to the special forces team, and copied it to the encrypted channel.
After doing all this, he put down his phone again.
The light spots on the ceiling shifted little by little, like a silent countdown.
Let's end it soon.
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Lin Weifeng was blindfolded with a black cloth for the whole night. No one was around and no one came to disturb him.
Hunger and thirst were magnified by the darkness, and the acid churning in her stomach surged to her throat again and again, only to be swallowed back by her.
She tried to move, but the plastic straps around her wrists only cut deeper.
All struggles are in vain.
Lin Weifeng counted his heartbeats to keep track of time.
At first, she could still describe her surroundings based on her perception, such as the smell of damp soil and rust in the air, the cold and hard ground, and the occasional sound of dripping water.
Later, her perception deteriorated, and time slowly made her stop thinking.
I don't even have the energy to be afraid.
The next day, before dawn, Lin Weifeng was moved from the cold concrete ground into a van.
She was groggy, her limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and a familiar chemical smell passed by her nose.
Ah Xun's voice appeared, giving her some information, low and steady: "I won't hurt you, but please get some sleep."
As soon as she finished speaking, something covered the tip of her nose and she felt dizzy.
When I opened my eyes again, the black cloth had been torn open.
Lin Weifeng finally felt the light.
However, she saw that she was imprisoned in a larger wooden box with rough walls.
Her mouth was sealed tightly with wide tape, so she couldn't speak and could only make muffled nasal sounds.
Ah Xun had kindly opened a narrow gap for her to breathe.
Through the gap, she saw a messy and abandoned warehouse.
The steel beams were exposed, the walls were peeling, and the ground was littered with broken glass and rusty steel bars.
More than a dozen armed men squatted behind wooden boxes, oil drums, and broken machine tools, with their guns pointing outward.
The warehouse door was open, and the dim morning light was intertwined with the police lights.
More than ten police cars formed an arc and stopped outside the 100-meter cordon, without approaching.
The tweeter on the roof of the car hissed as the police negotiated with Miao Zheng through the loudspeaker. No one had crossed the line yet.
Further away, on the overhead lights, the black silhouettes of snipers were crouched in a row.
Suddenly, a squeaking sound of twisting iron chains came from above Lin Weifeng's head.
The wooden box she was in was suddenly lifted up by the crane arm, one meter, two meters off the ground... higher and higher.
Her vision suddenly changed, and she saw a wooden box of the same size hanging on each side of her, three boxes lined up in a row.
Miao Zheng's voice rang out over the loudspeaker, echoing metallically:
"Jiang Yu, listen carefully——"
"Of these three boxes, one contains the Fanhua artifacts you want, one is empty, and the remaining one is Lin Weifeng's."
"You pick one, and I'll put it down right there and then, and it's yours."
"The other two," he chuckled, "are mine."
Jiang Yu stood at the forefront, holding a gun.
With his fingertips on the trigger guard, he looked up and met the suspended wooden box.
Lin Weifeng didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that their eyes happened to meet.
His stubble was darker and darker than yesterday, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night, or as if he was overly alert.
Miao Zheng walked under the wooden box, and the hem of his windbreaker swept away the dust.
He raised his hand and spun the remote around his fingertips.
"You don't have to choose."
He turned sideways and extended his hand to Jiang Yu as if inviting a dance partner.
"Stand beside me and be mine."
"And they—" He brushed his fingers over the crowd as if directing a plan, "will have no objections."
The red light on the remote control flashed.
Miao Zheng pressed the timer, and a scarlet number lit up on the warehouse's large screen:
【29:59】
【29:58】
…
"Thirty minutes."
Miao Zheng raised his voice.
"Die together, or make a choice."
"But you can't stop talking."
"There's enough explosives buried under the warehouse to blow everyone here to the ground."
Lin Weifeng heard his own heartbeat roaring in his eardrums.
She didn't know when she bit her mouth, and she tasted a little blood at the corner of her lip under the tape.
Through the gap, she saw Jiang Yu's gun muzzle droop slightly, and then suddenly raised it level.
Miao Zheng raised his head, facing the ceiling and also facing her, and asked softly: "Lin Weifeng, guess which one he will choose?"
The red light of the timer hung at everyone's throat.
The commander-in-chief raised his hand and asked some people to retreat to a safe area.
The next second, Jiang Yu's hoarse but clear voice came from the loudspeaker: "Let her go, and I'll be yours."
Echoes rolled through the warehouse dome.
Miao Zheng was slightly startled, and the remote control at his fingertips stopped in mid-air.
He then chuckled briefly.
"It's too late."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his gun and pointed the black muzzle at the wooden box hanging in the air.
Jiang Yu immediately said: "I choose!"
Miao Zheng turned his head, a hunter's interest in the corner of his eyes: "Speak."
Jiang Yu: "I choose the second one."
The red light of the timer continued to beat:
【27:34】
【27:33】
…
Miao Zheng raised his eyebrows and slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun, pointing it at the wooden box in the middle.
"Sure?"
Jiang Yu said, "Sure."
Miao Zheng: "Then put the gun down, come here, and put it down yourself."
Jiang Yu gave the commander-in-chief a look.
Miao Zheng smiled and said, "Come here."
The commander-in-chief behind him issued the order to "go forward". Jiang Yu half-knelt down and put down his gun.
Then he raised his feet and walked through the forest of gunfire step by step.
Every step feels like walking on a knife edge.
He came into the warehouse, his eyes as sharp as blades, first sweeping across a row of black gun muzzles, and finally nailing them on Miao Zheng's face.
Miao Zheng approached him, turned the gun in his hand upside down, and handed it to him with the handle facing forward: "The rope is a one-way ratchet, it can only go up, not down. If you want to lower it, you have to use this."
He meant the pistol.
"Sharpshooter, it's your turn."
Jiang Yu took the gun and flicked his thumb, and the magazine slid out half an inch.
Real guns, real bullets, not a single one missing.
He raised his eyes and looked across the three hanging wooden boxes.
The box Lin Weifeng was in was hung too high. Even if he could hit the rope, he would be seriously injured if he fell.
Miao Zheng sincerely wants to take advantage of people's hearts and play with their lives.
He has to find a way.
Lin Weifeng knew that just looking at him was not enough, so she responded to him by using the color difference between her hair and face. Her pale cheek was pressed against the wood crack, and the contrast between her skin color and hair color formed a signal in the darkroom.
At the same time, Jiang Yu raised his eyes and tried to capture Lin Weifeng's presence through the gap in the wooden box.
The wooden box in the middle shook slightly, and a strand of black hair peeked out from the gap.
Jiang Yu's pupils suddenly shrank.
He looked intently at the box in the middle and said:
"Lin Weifeng!"
"Don't make any noise!"
"I know where you are."
"do not be afraid!"
"I believe you, and you have to believe me too."
He slowly raised the muzzle of his gun and looked through the crosshairs.
When everyone thought he was going to shoot, Jiang Yu lowered the gun and no longer aimed it at the rope.
He pressed the magazine, letting the yellow bullets fall into his palm one by one.
Miao Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully: "Even a sharpshooter is afraid of missing his target?"
Jiang Yu didn't answer. Instead, he raised his hand and threw the empty gun back to Miao Zheng.
Jiang Yu said, "I'll keep the bullets and return the gun to you."
Miao Zheng subconsciously took the gun.
While he was confused for half a second, Jiang Yu suddenly pulled out a thin black metal rod from his waist.
It was the standard-issue rappelling anchor used by the Special Forces. It folded down to the size of a pen, but when unfolded, it was a titanium alloy rod with four barbs at the front and a hair-thin Kevlar rope at the back.
Jiang Yu shook his wrist, and the anchor hook popped open with a clear sound.
Miao Zheng's face suddenly changed, and he was about to exchange guns with his men.
Jiang Yu had already knelt on one knee and hooked the tail end of the anchor hook into the steel ring reserved on the ground.
"A one-way ratchet can only go up but not down?" Jiang Yu sneered, "Then make it go up faster."
He gripped the anchor rod with his left hand and yanked on the Kevlar with his right.
The rope instantly straightened, soared into the air, and accurately wrapped around the secondary rope of the wooden box hanging Lin Weifeng.
Almost at the same time, he pressed the micro motor switch on the anchor hook, and the Kevlar rope reeled upward at a speed of three meters per second.
The ratchet let out a sharp metallic scream as it was forced to spin wildly in reverse by the reverse pull.
The wooden box shook violently in mid-air and landed steadily.
Miao Zheng roared and turned the gun around, but it was too late.
Because Jiang Yu used the reaction force of the rope to pounce like a cheetah, and his shoulder hit Miao Zheng's chest hard.
The two rolled in the dust.
Jiang Yu adjusted the angle of the rope while rolling, allowing the bottom of the box to touch the ground first, and then the buffer pad popped out at the corner.
He also took away the gun that Miao Zheng had replaced.
The wooden box fell heavily to the ground, raising dust, but fortunately, it was not a head-on collision.
Just as Axun and others were about to step forward, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps outside the warehouse.
The special forces team broke in, and the flash bomb exploded, with a blinding white light.
At the same time, gunshots rang out from both sides.
Jiang Yu ignored the melee behind him, knelt on the ground, and quickly used a dagger to pick open the lock of the wooden box.
The door of the box popped open, and Lin Weifeng appeared in his sight safely.
He tore the tape off her mouth and said to her, "Don't be afraid."
He used ropes and hooks to push the box she was in out of the warehouse and successfully rescued her.
And I continued to fight against Miao Zheng.
There were custom-made bombs in the battle scene. When the special forces charged, they consciously pushed the Miao Group members to the back, leaving time for the explosion.
Jiang Yu strangled Miao Zheng's neck with one hand and put the other gun against his waist, forcing him to go out.
Miao Zheng was very calm, even laughing like a madman.
They passed through the dilapidated side door and stepped onto a hidden iron plank road, which was the entrance to the waterway that Miao Zheng had privately built.
At the moment Jiang Yu raised his leg and stepped onto the trestle bridge——
"Bang!"
The gunman lying in ambush in the dark opened fire, and the bullet grazed the morning light, heading towards Jiang Yu's back, attempting to shoot directly into his heart.
Jiang Yu was good at fighting. He slightly turned sideways, allowing the bullet to land on his left back.
The blood mist exploded, and he was not sure whether it had hit his heart. He only knew that he could still keep his body steady.
Miao Zheng was not a pushover either. He seized the moment when he was distracted, elbowed him back, twisted his wrist, and turned the tables.
Jiang Yu's gun slipped out of his hand, Miao Zheng locked Jiang Yu's throat with his arm, and put the barrel of the gun against his temple.
"Kids, are you having fun?" Miao Zheng said.
The tunnel entrance was dark and damp.
Miao Zheng's voice and Jiang Yu's breathing were strangely intertwined.
And just when Miao Zheng thought he had "everything ready, only one shot left" -
In the darkest part of the tunnel, a figure appeared, as if predicting their arrival.
After many years, Miao Zheng could still recognize that the blurry figure in front of him was Lin Haidong.
Lin Haidong stood there, holding an old shotgun in his hand with the muzzle lowered, waiting for a long time.
The next second, he lifted the gun with one hand, his movements so smooth and quick without any hesitation.
Without saying a word, flames exploded in the tunnel and bullets accurately hit Miao Zheng's right shoulder and wrist.
The gunshots echoed like a belated trial.
Miao Zheng staggered back, the severe pain causing his fingers to spasm, and the barrel of the gun slipped from Jiang Yu's temple.
He collapsed to the ground.
Jiang Yu also took the gun and controlled Miao Zheng.
In the darkness, Lin Haidong's voice was low and calm, like a final warning to an old friend: "Lao Miao, this road has come to an end for you."
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