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There was no time to react; I jumped up instinctively as if a swarm of venomous snakes was beneath my feet. But as soon as I leaped, regret washed over me. No matter how high I jumped, I couldn't escape those grenades. The fuse delay for the grenades was only four or five seconds, and before I could jump again, they would explode. Lying on the ground wouldn't help either; there were too many grenades, and being in this house guaranteed death.
Two workers reacted similarly, jumping into the air while shouting in a language I couldn't understand—probably Burmese. However, it was clear they were terrified. The Bald Man and his bodyguard reacted differently; they charged straight for the door. Seeing that as my only chance of survival, I twisted in midair to prepare to rush out with them. But when I spotted the figure in black leaning against the door, my heart sank.
This guy happened to be sitting on a smoking landmine, which scared him so much that he collapsed to the ground, blocking the door completely. I realized that by the time I dragged him away, the grenades would likely go off. The Bald Man and his bodyguard might not even have time to escape, let alone me. Despair flooded my heart.
Just as my feet hit the ground, a muffled sound came from behind me, shaking the wooden cabin violently. Damn it, it went off that quickly? Wasn't the U.S. military's equipment supposed to be reliable? Turning around, I saw it wasn't what I thought; the noise came from Fatty crashing into the wall.
Fatty slammed against the wooden wall, creating a dent but not breaking through. He covered his shoulder and turned to lean against the wall, making way for the dent he had created. Meanwhile, Da Zhang was rushing toward Fatty's dent at full speed. As Fatty cleared the spot he had impacted, he waved his arms at me vigorously, clearly indicating that I should follow Da Zhang and crash through this opening.
Seeing how well they coordinated made it obvious they had encountered situations like this before and had some training in this regard. I figured that since they could work together so seamlessly, Da Zhang would know to give me space if we couldn't break through the wall. Cursing someone in my mind, I charged toward the dent like a madman.
This tactic was something only Fatty could come up with; not even those Burmese or the Bald Man would think of it with my build. It required enough weight and a solid physique to make it work. Da Zhang was about my height but much sturdier than I was. Just as he was about to collide with the wall, he leaned sideways and thrust his right shoulder forward. With a loud crack, Da Zhang burst through the wooden cabin.
I didn't hold back; there wasn't even time to adjust my position as I followed him out and landed on the ground. Fatty wasn't slow either; just as I hit the ground, I saw him rolling beside me. He struggled to adjust his position while I shouted at him from under my arms, "Don't flip over! Hold onto your pig head!"
Before I could finish my sentence, a deafening explosion shook the ground around us like an earthquake. My face pressed against the cold, damp earth as I caught sight of a massive shadow flying over me—debris of wood, stone, and flesh whirled past me, some even landing on me. The ground trembled violently beneath me as my ears rang with silence. It suddenly struck me that in such situations, one should keep their mouth open; my dazed brain sluggishly commanded my body to do so just as mud began trickling into my mouth from the corners.
Fatty pushed me hard at that moment, snapping me back to reality—I still wasn't out of danger; we needed to run. I scrambled to my feet; behind me, the wooden cabin had been reduced to rubble, and within a twenty-meter radius lay debris and severed limbs everywhere. In front of me lay a person with at least seven or eight grenade fragments embedded in their back; an assault rifle lay not far from them with a bent barrel. It seemed this guy had tried to escape through this gap but unfortunately reacted too slowly.
Fatty ran a few steps before turning back to shout at me loudly, "Run with me!"
It must have been quite loud; I could see his neck veins bulging out. However, all I could decipher were his lips moving; all I heard was a dull thunderous sound in my ears—nothing else registered.
Da Zhang followed Fatty at a distance of seven or eight steps. He had only one arm, and his movements were awkward as he ran, making it impossible for him to keep up. Although Fatty was leading the way, it seemed he had injured one arm while crashing into a wall, yet stubbornly carried his suitcase, running like a bear with corn stuck in its mouth.
Running was my forte. I shook off my long legs, which were adept at sprinting, and caught up. I had no visible injuries and was unaffected while running, but the concussion I had just recovered from intensified with each step. It felt like my brain was being flipped over, and the pain was unbearable. At least having a headache was better than having no head to hurt, I consoled myself.
Before long, I caught up with Da Zhang. As I passed him, I noticed his mouth moving as if he shouted something, but his expression didn’t seem complimentary. Ignoring him, I continued running and called out to Fatty, “Which way are we going? Where is Guai Zi Liu?”
I had completely lost my sense of direction and had no idea where we were headed.
Fatty pointed ahead and said, “Just keep running.”
I heard him clearly despite the muffled sound. He was indicating a downward slope. As I ran, my hearing gradually returned, and chaotic sounds from the village behind us reached my ears. After taking out their leader, the place had descended into chaos without direction. We needed to escape before they realized what happened; otherwise, we would be in trouble.
A Toyota SUV sped down a branch road, and through the rolled-down window appeared Guai Zi Liu's face. I felt relieved; at least this guy hadn’t left us hanging. I rushed over, opened the front and back doors, and didn’t rush to get in until I pulled Fatty and Da Zhang inside first. The doors weren’t closed properly when the SUV took off.
Guai Zi Liu’s first question upon seeing Fatty was, “Is the Nine-Headed Bird dead?”
Fatty sat in the front seat with his suitcase in his arms and replied, “The house has been blown to smithereens; whether he’s dead or not is irrelevant.”
Guai Zi Liu excitedly slapped the steering wheel. “Great! I’ll cross the river right away and bring people to take over this place. Black Steel, I knew you could do it.” He laughed heartily afterward.
I had long suspected that Guai Zi Liu had ulterior motives; he wouldn’t help us for nothing. So when he spoke so openly about his excitement, I merely shot him a disdainful glance without further reaction.
The vehicle soon took a road that followed the Nujiang River downwards. Guai Zi Liu intended to cross the river via the bridge ahead; that area was his territory. For now, Fatty and I could only go there temporarily before finding a way back home; we definitely couldn’t stay on this side of the river any longer.
The road was relatively flat, and the vehicle was moving quickly. Guai Zi Liu was very excited, and from the expression on his face, it was clear he was already planning how to seize territory. Just then, I heard a piercing sound as a stray bullet sliced through the air.
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