Old Wu gestured for them to come over and take the torch from his hand.
The two men took the torch and then stepped aside.
Old Wu squatted down, took out two vest-like items from the box, put them on Xiang Ziye first, and then put them on himself.
Although Ning Yuan was mentally prepared, she still felt a chill run down her spine.
That is...
"The Soviet-imported wearable TNT explosive device has an automatic button. When it explodes, it's like a firecracker, it's really loud. It's guaranteed to shatter everything within ten meters into pieces. I really hope Rong Zhaonan and his men will shoot me."
Xiang Ziye looked at Ning Yuan, revealing a strange yet cheerful smile, and showed her the handheld detonator.
Ning Yuan looked at him coldly: "You're really a madman! If you all die, it will only make He Su gloat, causing pain to his loved ones and joy to his enemies!"
Xiang Ziye looked at her, then suddenly clutched his stomach and chuckled softly, "Scared? That makes sense, you're so afraid of death."
He said coolly, "Fine, if you have the ability to bring He Su here and prove that she is the mastermind, I will consider taking only Rong Zhaonan and letting you live!"
Ning Yuan looked into the darkness in his eyes, lowered her gaze, and remained silent.
She had nothing to say. The Rong family and the Xiang family had chosen different paths, and this was no longer a simple matter of personal grudges.
They were mortal enemies.
For what Xiang Ziye and his brother did, they're definitely going to get shot.
Her only consolation now is that in this impoverished era, someone like Xiang Ziye, with his humble background, wouldn't have the means to acquire such advanced explosive devices connected to a heartbeat—
Once his head is blown off, his heart stops beating, and the explosives detonate!
Xiang Ziye leaned against the bridge, smoking and fiddling with the detonator in his hand.
The other two men's expressions changed slightly as they watched Xiang Ziye and Lao Wu put on their bomb vests.
Saying you're not afraid of death is one thing, but actually seeing how you're going to die is another.
"Boss, you shouldn't smoke while wearing this thing." One of them stood ten meters away, not daring to come closer.
Xiang Ziye glanced at him, threw away his cigarette butt, and smiled sinisterly: "Scared? If you're scared, then leave. You still have a chance to live."
Even the most ruthless criminals, those with lives on their hands, are still afraid of death.
The man hesitated for a moment, about to say something—"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The familiar sound of bullets slicing through the air rang out once again!
The two men, standing ten meters away, were each shot instantly, screaming as they fell to the ground, their torches slipping from their hands and rolling to the ground!
"Old Wu! Throw away the torch!" Xiang Ziye shouted, pulling Ning Yuan in front of him and pressing a gun against her head.
Torches in the darkness are like live targets!
Old Wu immediately threw down the torch and went down the bridge, approaching Xiang Ziye and leading them into a blind spot between the bridge pillars.
A strange excitement flickered in Xiang Ziye's bloodshot eyes as he whispered in Ning Yuan's ear—
"Rong Zhaonan came really fast. I thought it would take a while. He really cares about you. Well, let's wait for him to come and play a game, shall we?"
Ning Yuan felt a slight pain on her head from the gun barrel pressed against her head, and coldly turned her face away: "Stay away from me."
If she weren't afraid that this lunatic would press the detonator, she would have smashed it on his wound again.
"Pfft! Finally stopped pretending? If he hadn't come so soon, would I have been able to see you put on a seductive act?" Xiang Ziye chuckled.
Ning Yuan: "..."
He didn't intend to wait for her answer. Instead, he looked into the distance, raised his voice, and laughed heartily—
“Rong Zhaonan, either you go across the bridge, or I and your woman die together, our bones turned to dust, me in her, her in me, buried together so you can’t even tell us apart, and every year when you visit her grave you have to kowtow to me!”
In the mountains and forests not far away.
Chen Chen put down the imported thermal imaging binoculars with a grim expression: "Captain, they're hiding in blind spots. That old Wu has a strong counter-surveillance awareness; he's probably a retired reconnaissance soldier!"
Ah Heng, standing to the side, also put down his sniper rifle with a grim expression: "Moreover, they all have trigger-activated explosive devices on their bodies. Unless you shoot them in the head, hitting anywhere on their bodies will detonate the bombs!"
even……
If the explosives accidentally hit them, it could cause an explosion, and Xiao Ning would be killed!
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Rong Zhaonan striding confidently toward the bridge without hesitation.
"Brother!" Ah Heng exclaimed in shock.
As Rong Zhaonan walked out, he said calmly, "Go and meet Wei Heng as soon as possible, and have him bring the person over immediately."
Ah Heng felt a pang of panic, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"
Chen Chen looked at the hand gesture Rong Zhaonan was making to him, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Captain, I'll follow your orders!"
After so many battles, listening to the captain is definitely the right thing to do!
...
A tall, aloof figure, dressed in camouflage and with face paint on, appeared at the bridgehead.
Ning Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but whisper, "Rong Zhaonan..."
Xiang Ziye watched him walk onto the bridge, raised an eyebrow, and said with considerable interest—
“Stand there and take off your weapons. Where did you get this strange outfit? No wonder I couldn’t see you at all. It’s perfect for hiding your figure.”
Rong Zhaonan stopped, and with an indifferent expression, he took off the mini submachine gun he was carrying and placed it on the ground: "German-style mountain camouflage, suitable for jungle and mountain warfare."
Xiang Ziye was taken aback, supporting Ning Yuan as he looked at her with a mixture of anger and uncertainty: "Where did you get these things?!"
No wonder he had never seen them before; these things were all foreign goods.
However... Rong Zhaonan alone simply couldn't possibly have gotten his hands on these items!
Old Wu warned, "Unload all the bullets from the guns on your waist and legs, and throw them on the ground!"
Rong Zhaonan paused for a moment, then decisively took out guns from his back and legs, and with a "click," deftly ejected the guns with one hand.
As the bullets clattered to the ground, he said calmly—
“I don’t have a job. I do odd jobs here and there. When I have nothing to do, I smuggle and sell these things on the southwestern border. I work as a middleman to make a living.”
Xiang Ziye laughed in anger again, his face darkening. He poked Ning Yuan's temple with the gun: "You guys are truly not family, you're both experts at lying through your teeth!"
Rong Zhaonan stared at him coldly: "You fucking try touching her again?!"
Xiang Ziye looked at him, seemingly surprised that he dared to speak to him like that, and then maliciously used the hand holding the detonator to tighten around Ning Yuan's slender waist.
He scoffed, "Rong Zhaonan, get this straight, you're the one who should be begging me. So what if I did touch her? You don't know, this whole day is enough time for me to sleep with her three times over!"
Rong Zhaonan's narrow eyes instantly darkened, and he clenched his fists: "..."
He suddenly made a cold gesture.
Before long, Chen Chen appeared not far behind him, leading a disheveled Xiang San.
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