282: Chapter 271: The Rescue Begins 282: Chapter 271: The Rescue Begins Li Shishi’s last memory was being forcefully abducted into a car, and during that dim moment, she heard the kidnappers speak a few sentences in Japanese.
Having studied various languages to some extent, she naturally understood they were saying the mission was accomplished and they were returning.
Mission accomplished?
What mission?
Who was behind this?
What did they want to do to her?
Before she could properly think these questions through, she felt her brain entering a dormant state and she started to drift into unconsciousness.
In her dreams, she saw that the kidnappers’ target was Song Yun, forcibly using her as a hostage to coerce Song Yun to come over.
Eventually, Song Yun was riddled with bullets by those people, blood spilling everywhere, and the muffled laughter of the masked men claiming victory echoed painfully in her ears.
Suddenly, her consciousness returned, and she involuntarily shouted, “Song Yun, don’t die.”
When she opened her eyes and saw Song Yun’s ashen face, and Xiao Qing’s worried expression, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Meng Ku was almost going crazy at this time.
The place chosen by the kidnappers was awful; the arrangement was all warehouses, and the warehouses were roughly the same height, which meant you could only lie around Kaiyuan Warehouse to shoot, but this couldn’t achieve the effect of long-range sniping.
If the surrounding area was occupied by the kidnapper’s accomplices, he was basically walking into a trap.
At this moment, he found a good spot, which was atop a pile of garbage in front of him, as high as a small hill, only about seven or eight meters, but just high enough to surpass the warehouse’s height.
Meng Ku, putting up with the stench, climbed to the peak of the garbage mound, found a position, and started assembling his Remington.
The Remington MSR, powerful and with strong penetration, however, had one drawback: its fierce recoil.
If an untrained person fired it, they’d likely wound their palm after a single shot.
But not Meng Ku, who now wore specialized recoil-dampening gloves, enabling him to use the rifle to its fullest capacity.
Coupled with armor-piercing bullets he acquired from outside, he believed a single shot could blast an opponent hiding behind a steel plate into half.
Since supporting the sniper rifle could affect the shooting accuracy, Meng Ku had specifically installed a stand in front of the Remington to support its weight.
Meng Ku was now in position, waiting for the prey to appear before starting his sniping mission.
Black Flood Dragon’s task was much easier than Meng Ku’s.
His entire figure concealed in the night, he moved silently using his movement technique, just waiting for a signal from Song Yun to rush over for the rescue.
In comparison with these two, Mao Shan felt the heaviest burden on his shoulders.
After receiving a call from Song Yun, he had pulled together a small squad.
This time his main mission wasn’t to provide cover or wait for the right moment; he needed to clear all enemies around the warehouse.
Leading his team’s elites, Mao Shan silently approached the surroundings of Kaiyuan Warehouse.
Sure enough, there were hidden foes in the trees and on top of the warehouse.
Mao Shan signaled his team to spread out, and they nodded, starting to search for cover.
“Tree, one; left and right abandoned warehouses, one each; front bushes, three.
Action starts now,” Mao Shan issued the order through the tactical headset to each team member.
He then quietly crept toward the target in the tree—executing this task required precision, as the broad view from the tree meant even a slight disturbance could arouse suspicion.
Upon reaching the tree, Mao Shan crouched and sighed lightly—it seemed his skills hadn’t diminished.
The tree was small, so small that any climbing would surely make a noise.
With the time agreed upon with his team approaching, there was no longer time for subtleties.
Grabbing a clump of earth, he threw it toward an open area nearby—this old trick always worked.
Just as expected, a noise came from above.
Seizing the moment, Mao Shan kicked the tree.
The narrow footing area and obstructing branches caused a sudden shake, and with a loud crash, the man fell to the ground.
Before the man could regain his senses, Mao Shan felt an immense weight crash onto him—a man as large as a bear pinned him down, his rough left hand firmly covering his mouth, and then a sharp pain shot through his neck, making it difficult to breathe, and within moments, he turned into a cold corpse.
Mao Shan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
This step, if not perfectly executed, allowing the foe to scream or alert his accomplices, would leave his team in dire straits.
After issuing a regroup command through the tactical headset, he saw his team members quickly advancing toward him.
After counting the numbers and finding everyone present, they began moving from the back of Kaiyuan Warehouse toward the inside.
There was a security booth at the back of the Kaiyuan Warehouse, initially intended to prevent thieves from sneaking in—now it served to keep people away.
Mao Shan, watching the brightly lit security booth, bent down and walked up to the door.
Pressing his ear against it, he listened attentively and determined there were two people inside, speaking an incomprehensible Japanese—roughly around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, intensely discussing something.
Mao Shan had a team member cut off the electric line supplying the security booth, then heard an angry exclamation inside.
Mao Shan smirked silently, “You two bastards won’t be able to curse anyone soon, that’ll show you.”
Suddenly, the electricity inside the booth cut off, but such occurrences were plausible in front of an almost abandoned warehouse.
One person opened the door to check the electrical line, but barely made it out before Mao Shan covered his mouth and dragged him away, while his teammate cooperatively shot the man in the head with a silenced pistol.
The person inside felt something was wrong; it had been almost five minutes since his partner left, and he hadn’t heard a sound.
Fumbling in the darkness, he found the handgun placed on the table, tiptoed out the door.
This time, Mao Shan wouldn’t use the same method again.
As soon as the kidnapper’s head appeared, a shot struck, and he fell to the ground dead.