Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 477 - 293: Biaozi! Save Me!

A large dirt-hauling truck was parked beside a narrow street without streetlights.

In the passenger seat, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut turned his head to look at the dark alley not far away, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"There was a change of plans; he was captured by another group."

"I followed them and now I’m at the old warehouse by the old sewage plant."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, then a cold voice said, "Give it a try, if it doesn’t work, make him shut up."

"Okay." The middle-aged man with a buzz cut spoke no more unnecessary words and, after hanging up, instructed the driver, "Tell Liu Zi to bring the gear over."

The driver nodded, took out his phone, and sent a message to Liu Zi.

After arranging everything, the middle-aged man with a buzz cut lit a cigarette and looked towards the alley with a cold gaze.

Originally, they planned to get rid of Secretary Ji with a traffic accident, but fate had other plans, and an unexpected turn of events got the guy kidnapped...

More than forty minutes later, another Lavida drove up and stopped behind the dirt truck. The car door opened, and an unremarkable man quickly got out.

"Brother Biao!"

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut squatting under the cement pole ground out his cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, then stood up and tucked the butt into his pocket.

"Did you bring the gear?"

"Brought it!" The newcomer nodded and took a shoulder bag off, unzipping it to reveal several pistols inside.

Brother Biao and the dirt truck driver each took one.

"Let’s go."

The three of them said no more, hunching over as they plunged into the pitch-black alley.

Inside the abandoned warehouse, besides Secretary Ji and Director Han lying on the ground, there were six unfamiliar faces, led by that white-haired man from before.

Secretary Ji struggled incessantly on the ground, emitting continuous "whimpering" sounds, his eyes wide open, showing that he desperately wanted to speak, but his mouth was gagged.

The white-haired man finished his box meal, squatted down in front of Secretary Ji, and patted his face, "You’d better keep quiet."

"We won’t take your lives. At dawn, we’ll take you back to Hong Kong Island, then send you by ship to Siberia to mine."

If he hadn’t said this, it would’ve been better; upon saying it, Secretary Ji struggled even more fiercely.

The white-haired man tore the cloth from his mouth, teasingly, "What? Don’t want to go mining?"

"Hah!" Secretary Ji gasped violently, coughed a few times, then hoarsely shouted, "Big brother! Are you guys working for Qi Yun? Help me send him a message, I have money! I’m willing to compensate!"

For Secretary Ji to have climbed to his current position, his brain was naturally quite sharp. Seeing Director Han also being tied up, he already guessed who was behind this.

The white-haired man gave him a look that was half-smiling, half-not, "I don’t know any Qi Yun. Don’t trouble yourself, obediently go mining and maybe you’ll have a few more years to live."

Saying this, he changed his tone, suddenly becoming menacing, "If you keep making noises, I’ll toss you into the sea to feed the fish! I guarantee not even a bone will be left!"

Secretary Ji’s face immediately turned pale, and the words stuck in his throat. Cold sweat dripped down his temples.

He could sense the ruthlessness about this man and knew the white-haired man wasn’t joking, for he’d encountered such types before; in the eyes of desperados, human life was worth less than a piece of toilet paper.

"Don’t... don’t kill me..." Secretary Ji swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "I have money! I’ll give you money! Any amount you want!"

"BANG!"

At that moment, a loud noise came from behind; the old rusted iron door of the warehouse was kicked open from the outside!

The next second, three figures dashed into the warehouse, spreading out in a triangle; as soon as they stopped, they pointed their guns together!

Inside, the white-haired man and the others froze at the sight of the dark gun barrels, clearly not expecting anyone to join the scene suddenly.

"No one move if they don’t want to die!"

Liu Zi, who was shouting, had a gun in each hand, his expression fierce!

Secretary Ji, seeing the face of the leader, suddenly shouted hoarsely like grabbing a lifeline, "Biao! Save me!"

Brother Biao did not respond, just used his gun to gesture over the people with the white hair, coldly saying, "I’m taking him; anyone who moves dies."

The people on the white-haired man’s side exchanged looks but dared not make a rash move. With the dark gun barrels so close, no one wanted to wager their lives.

Only the white-haired man had an extremely ugly look on his face, clenching his back teeth tightly.

He was the trusted horse under Brother Hui; on this trip, Brother Hui specifically instructed him to handle things smoothly. If Secretary Ji were taken away now, how would he explain it to the boss back home?

"Come over yourself!"

Brother Biao’s commanding shout echoed in the warehouse again, signaling to Secretary Ji to crawl over on his own.

Because he wasn’t sure whether the group had weapons, he didn’t want to take risks by approaching.

Secretary Ji, seeing someone coming to rescue him, suddenly erupted with incredible strength from within his little universe, rubbing his face on the ground, kicking with his legs, creeping like a worm towards the door with all his might.

Right now, he didn’t care how embarrassing it looked; survival mattered above all.

In the corner, Director Han, whose mouth was gagged with cloth and had been whimpering all along, also wriggled towards this side with all his might, needing to seize this chance and hitch a ride out of here!

The men the white-haired man brought were intimidated by the dark gun barrels, and no one dared to step up and stop him.

Just then! The white-haired man, who was half-squatting on the ground, suddenly moved!

He leaped up like a swift leopard, lunged towards Secretary Ji, his right hand choking his neck while flipping his body to shield himself behind Secretary Ji.

"Don’t move!" The white-haired man shouted loudly, his left hand somehow holding a gleaming folding knife, pressing it against Secretary Ji’s carotid artery.

The knife blade broke the skin, and bright red blood slowly dripped along the blade.

Everything happened too quickly!

Brother Biao and his two men were focused on the six people inside, and didn’t react in time; plus, as the trusted aide under Brother Hui, naturally, the white-haired man also had some skills.

So caught off guard, Secretary Ji was taken hostage.

Faced with this sudden change, Brother Biao did not show much reaction, his eyes still cold as if thinking about something.

Liu Zi and the dirt truck driver had their fingers on the trigger, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

Secretary Ji gasped for air as the chokehold suffocated him, his face turned the color of a liver as he struggled futilely with limbs, looking at Brother Biao with eyes full of a desire to survive.

"Biao~ save me~"

"Shut up!" The white-haired man shouted angrily, tightening the hold, hiding his head behind Secretary Ji’s head, not daring to move, fearing that Brother Biao and the others would suddenly shoot him without warning.

"If anyone moves, I’ll slit his throat!"

Secretary Ji’s cries abruptly stopped, leaving just the croaked gasp in his throat, so frightened that tears flowed from his eyes.

The atmosphere inside the warehouse grew increasingly tense. Just when the white-haired man thought he had the situation under control, Brother Biao at the door suddenly had a flash of murderous intent!

"BANG!"

A gunshot rang out!