The rope on Chao Youye's wrist finally broke with a "swish" sound under the continuous and violent friction like a grinding wheel.
He struggled to break free from the restraints without even glancing at the blood oozing from the scraped skin on his wrist - this injury was like a mosquito bite to him.
He turned around immediately, his movements so fast that they left an afterimage. His fingers were like the most dexterous and powerful tools. In just a few seconds, he accurately untied the key knot on Mu Xinrong's body and pulled the rope apart.
"Um...um!" Chao Youye tore off the tape on Mu Xinrong's mouth carefully but extremely quickly.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Chao Youye's voice was low and hoarse, but it carried a strange power that could instantly calm people's hearts, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.
While he quickly untied the rope around Mu Xinrong's ankle, he scanned Mu Xinrong's body with sharp eyes like the most sophisticated scanner to confirm the injury.
When he saw that Mu Xinrong's wrists and ankles only had scrapes and bruises, his jawline, which was as tight as iron, relaxed slightly for a moment, and the fear surging in the depths of his eyes was forcibly suppressed.
"Youye... Qingliu he..." Mu Xinrong gasped for breath, tightly grasping Youye's muscular forearm. His voice trembled with the feeling of surviving a disaster, but more of it was the worry for his companion.
"He'll be fine." Chao Youye held his hand tightly with her backhand, her strength steady and conveying unquestionable confidence.
He swept his cold eyes over the scattered steel pipes on the ground, his body sank slightly, his center of gravity moved forward, and he instantly entered a perfect defensive counterattack posture, protecting Mu Xinrong completely behind him like an indestructible wall.
He listened attentively to the sounds of fighting coming from the distant dense forest and the sirens that were getting closer and closer. His eyes were like ice-hardened blades as he calmly assessed the situation, ready to deal with any threat that might come towards Mu Xinrong.
"The police are here. Hide and don't move." His voice was low and intimidating.
He looked around vigilantly for any movement until the sound of sirens completely flooded the area like a tide.
Edge of a dense forest trail.
When the first siren pierced the silence of the valley, Hua Jinyue's tense body shook violently, and then as if all the strength was drained, she leaned softly against the tree trunk behind her.
She covered her mouth tightly, and her big eyes were instantly filled with tears, which rolled down and hit the back of her hand covered with mud.
But those weren't tears of fear, but rather a huge outpouring of relief after the intense tension and worry that followed the sudden realization that her brother was safe. She wept silently, her body trembling slightly from the intense emotional ups and downs.
Bai Zhiye remained highly alert, holding Hua Jinyue's shoulders tightly with one hand for support, and holding the mobile phone in his pocket with the other hand.
Her sharp eyes penetrated the gaps in the bushes and stared at the edge of the pool. When she saw Chao Youye break free from the rope and rescue Mu Xinrong, and the police's figure appeared in her sight, she let out a long, silent sigh.
The tense shoulders finally relaxed, and the clothes on the back were already soaked with cold sweat.
Mountain top platform.
When the dense sound of sirens echoed in the valley like a trumpet announcing victory, Ning Xiwan's body, which was as taut as a bowstring, shook violently.
Her fingers, which had been tightly gripping the telescope, had turned white at the joints due to excessive force. Now they suddenly relaxed and began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
She slowly put down the telescope, her quiet face expressionless, only a paleness as if she had survived a disaster.
She closed her eyes, and the mountain breeze blew violently on her sweat-soaked hair.
Duan Shuce stood beside her and slowly put down the locator and encrypted phone in his hand.
The light on the screen representing Ye Qingliu has stabilized and merged with the blue light representing the police.
He took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows hard. His eyes behind the lenses were full of bloodshot, which were the traces of high tension and continuous high-intensity calculations.
He let out a long breath, and his tense jawline finally relaxed.
"The positioning signal is stable. The police have arrived at the scene. Qingliu is safe, the hostages are safe, one of the two kidnappers has been arrested, and the other is at large."
Duan Shuce's voice was hoarse, almost from exhaustion, but he reported clearly.
Ning Xiwan didn't open her eyes, but nodded very slowly.
The mountain wind whistled past, blowing away the cold sweat on her forehead and also blowing away a silent storm.
(————Time dividing line——)
In the temporary security zone outside the abandoned factory, red and blue police lights silently cut through the deepening dusk.
The air was mixed with the smell of burning tires, dust, and a faint hint of rust.
The police's finishing work is still in progress, and the scene is solemn and busy.
Ye Qingliu leaned against the cold hood of a police car, his head slightly lowered. A female police officer was gently spraying a swelling-reducing and pain-relieving spray on his wrist.
The cool spray touched the dark purple mark on the skin, causing a brief stinging and numbness.
He had no expression on his face, his gray-blue eyes staring quietly at a certain spot on the ground. The gauze on his forehead was particularly glaring in the dim light.
Hua Jinyue was like a frightened little animal that finally found shelter. She stood close to her brother, her hands still stubbornly pulling at his uninjured sleeve.
Her red and swollen eyes stared at the police's actions of treating the wound without blinking, as if the pain was also falling on her heart.
Bai Zhiye stood quietly a little to the outside, switching his gaze between Ye Qingliu and the busy police around him, maintaining a silent vigilance.
Ning Xiwan and Duan Shuce were talking in low voices with a police officer with a higher rank and epaulettes not far away. Ning Xiwan's brows were tightly furrowed, while Duan Shuce was quickly recording something on the tablet computer he carried with him.
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