Chapter 721: The Great Tang Dynasty. Hostage
The people around him were trying to persuade him to leave because the remnants of the Blue Gold Society could appear at any time. But Boss Yao did not move, as if he did not hear them.
Suddenly someone shouted, "We found Wen Le."
Mr. Yao's eyes flashed and he was about to stand up, but was held down by the old housekeeper, "Master, don't go over there."
"Brother Wen..." A young man ran over hurriedly, but stopped halfway. He saw soldiers carrying out a man with broken hands and feet, covered in blood.
The boy knelt on the ground and broke down crying. The last brother who was kind to him in the world was gone.
Old Master Yao clenched his fists and tightly closed his eyes, a tear running down his wrinkled cheek. He didn't cry about losing his grandson, and he accepted losing the arsenal, but he couldn't bear to lose so many of his men at once.
Wen Le was a child he brought back from an orphanage. At that time, he was very timid and couldn't even hit anyone. He sent him to school and taught him martial arts. Twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye.
"Master, please accept my condolences." The housekeeper burst into tears.
"This time...how many people died in total?" asked Old Master Yao.
"Currently... 36 people."
They arrived earlier than Mou Ci, but unfortunately the opponent's firepower was too strong.
"If they save a person alive, they must see the person. If they save a person dead, they must see the body. Tell them that I will give them 200 points for saving a living person and 100 points for saving a dead person. I will never break my promise."
After saying this, Mr. Yao clenched his back teeth. He did not regret pressing the button. He would never let the Blue Gold Society's people use the weapons he produced to massacre his compatriots.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Old Master Yao started to cough violently. His body was like a candle in the wind, as if it would go out at any time. His cough sounded like an old bellows, making a harsh sound.
"Master, let me take you back." The old butler wiped away his tears and kept stroking his back.
Old Master Yao waved his hand. Everything he had was here, and he had no reason to go back.
At this time, Chief of Staff Jiang came over and supported him, "Master Yao, go back. It's not safe here."
"Where...is safe?" Old Master Yao spoke hoarsely, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water as he stared at the ruins shrouded in smoke.
Chief of Staff Jiang was speechless for a moment. No words could comfort someone who was truly sad.
"Alive...still breathing." Suddenly someone shouted, "Hurry to the hospital, he's still alive."
This sound was like thunder in the night sky. Everyone who heard it stopped what they were doing, straightened their backs and looked over. No matter whether the living person was the one they wanted to find or not, there was always hope.
"Yes, Brother Wen Le is still alive." The young man rushed over like a gust of wind. Old Master Yao also took a few steps forward, but he was too far away and was stopped by Chief of Staff Jiang. "Master Yao, don't worry and leave it to them."
At this time, someone else shouted, "There are people alive here too."
“And here.”
“Here, too.”
As the voices of hope rang out one after another, a glimmer of spirit finally returned to Mr. Yao's dead eyes, and the soldiers raced against death more agilely.
In fact, when Boss Yao pressed the button just now, most of the people inside were from the Blue Gold Society. Those who had charged, broken through, and responded were all shot. It is possible that some people were shot but not killed, and they were saved because they were lying on the ground when the explosion occurred.
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Chu An put down the phone and the intercom rang again. Ye Hang said anxiously that there were still thugs near the water treatment plant.
She couldn't just give up the fruits of her efforts, so she turned the car around immediately.
This was done late at night, and because she was unfamiliar with the terrain, the street lights were dim, and the weather was bad, she only killed the thugs within five kilometers of the water purification plant, and it was already six in the morning when she finally returned to the apartment.
"A-choo..." Chu An sneezed loudly.
The weather is getting cooler, and it's only 18 degrees Celsius at this time.
She took out three pieces of clothing from the space, but she was the only one who put them on and got off the car.
The apartment door was still closed, and through the glass I could see many people in the lobby, gathered around the front desk. Only the manager was standing in front of the door.
"These people won't stop us from going in, will they?" Old Chu stretched lazily. He had been tossing and turning for most of the night and his whole body ached.
"It shouldn't be, there's no lock on the door." Gu Ye said as he walked up the stairs and pulled the door hard.
Um?
It seems like it's stuck by something.
"You...you don't come in." The manager said tremblingly, "This temple is too small to accommodate several big Buddha statues like you."
"This is a bit unreasonable. We paid to stay here. Why don't you let us in?" Lao Chu took a look inside and saw many people huddled together with their shoulders hunched and their heads lowered.
He saw the young couple who came down together last night and the family of four. But now it seems that the two children are not twins, but their eyebrows and eyes are very similar.
The shorter boy was trembling a little, and his folded hands were nodding slightly. Are they that scary???
"I will return the points to you, please leave now." The manager said with a bitter face, almost crying.
"Our things are still upstairs." said Gu Ye.
"I'll compensate you... points."
Gu Ye frowned. They just picked a lock last night. There was no need to treat them as a scourge. It didn't feel right.
Chu An called Lao Chu over and said a few words in his ear. Lao Chu's expression changed several times, and then he quickly returned to the car.
Gu Ye turned around and happened to meet Chu An's eyes. He saw her blink twice and touch her nose with her hand, and he understood instantly.
He turned to the manager and said, "Okay, let's go. But the points must be paid now, otherwise we won't even have food to eat."
"I... this..." His eyes shifted to one side, then quickly returned to the right position, "Okay, I'll go get the equipment."
The manager hurried back to the front desk. Behind the counter lay a masked thug with a gunshot wound in the abdomen. There were two others squatting beside him, one holding a gun.
"Don't play tricks," the injured thug gritted his teeth.
The manager nodded hurriedly, picked up the equipment and returned to the door. There was another thug at the door with a grenade in his hand, motioning for him to hurry up.
“Put your watch on the glass and I’ll scan your payment code,” said the manager.
Gu Ye did as he was told, and the manager acted quickly. Within a few seconds, Gu Ye received a notification that his points had arrived, along with a message for help: 4 people, call the police.
Gu Ye tapped his watch, thinking that this manager was quite thoughtful. "Why didn't you receive it? Are you sure you transferred it to me? I'm telling you, don't try to cheat me."
"No." The manager took a look at the transfer record and quickly deleted it. He didn't want the communication to fail, and now he was relying on this person to help them report to the police station.
"Maybe it's because of the glass that we can't recognize it." A young boy's voice came from behind. It was the boy who was trembling just now.
“Don’t talk.” The father hugged the boy in his arms, fearing that he would upset the thugs.
"Open the door quickly and don't act stupid. If you don't return your points to me today, I won't leave. Not only will I not leave, I will also call the police on you." Gu Ye exerted pressure.
The manager glanced to the side again and saw that the palms of the thugs at the door were sweaty. He didn't know where those lunatics came from last night. He couldn't beat them, and he couldn't run away, so he could only hide here.
"Don't talk." He threatened viciously, but he was actually undecided.
Gu Ye continued to put pressure on him, "I'm already generous enough, don't force me to smash your apartment. If you don't give me points, you're going to kill me." Gu Ye continued to speak harshly.
At this time, a hand stretched out from the front desk counter and made an OK gesture. The thug holding the grenade immediately urged the manager to go out and trade as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
"Don't play tricks, or we'll all die together."
He shook the object in his hand.
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