Special Forces Medic-Chapter 824 - 797: Razed to the Ground

The message of wanting to escape flashes through his mind. Who is being toyed with by whom? The man strides backward, trying to maintain a certain distance. He is close to the door. Without Grot, it's like he's lost an arm, but it's not the worst situation.

The prey wanders before him, retreating, waiting for an opening to escape. There is only one exit. The man steps backward, not appearing dejected by failure, but rather increasingly provocative. "You can fight, but can you compete with a cannonball?"

Xiao Lin tilts his head, not quite understanding the man's words. He watches as the man exits and locks the door, the sound of stairs collapsing is quickly followed by the man's laughter as he draws back the black curtain, inspecting the man below.

At some point, several people have already taken their places, with the man standing in their midst, accepting their rocket launcher and aiming at Xiao Lin's position.

"What's the use of hand-to-hand combat, you're still flesh and blood." The man taunts below. "Goodbye, little ant!"

With a loud bang, the entire constructed second floor disappears, instantly collapsing into a heap of ruins. Not just people, not even a decent table leg remains.

The scattered debris on the ground piles up together, the fire breaks out. The man throws the rocket launcher to his subordinate, laughs loudly at the rising flames, then turns and walks out of the factory.

"Flatten this place." A jeep waits by the door. The man jumps into the car, the driver immediately starts and leaves the scene.

Several more explosions are heard, the brick factory is quickly engulfed in flames. A figure emerges from the ruins, a beam collapsing behind him, his face and body covered in dark soot. Thick smoke rises, reaching the clouds.

Xiao Lin coughs twice, his chest tingling, stumbling out of the brick factory into the bushes, collapsing onto the weeds. He dials a number and lets his hand fall, takes a deep breath to stabilize his Dantian energy, protecting his heartbeat, preventing blood from flowing backward. Before Guo Liang arrives, he has to keep his mind clear.

A loud explosion erupts from the brick factory—likely the sound of igniting fuel. Lying on the ground, Xiao Lin gasps for air.

Fourth Master knew from the start he would come here, never intending to continue with this brick factory. Ji Weihua deliberately brought Wang Xi and them here to lure him out; it wasn't a coincidence that the commander was captured. They never thought he would come out alive. Without his presence, Yao Zheng would pressure Xu Ming, forcing Hua Qingyi to unconditionally release the three captives. Between the commander and Shen Yixing, who holds more value for use?

Very few knew the simulated route. Who leaked the information? The smoke he inhaled makes his throat feel like it's on fire, coughing with his hand covering his mouth.

"Young Master Xiao!" Guo Liang's voice sounds from outside. A private car is parked by the roadside. Xiao Lin gets up from the ground, spits blood foam into the bushes, and jumps into the car. "Are you alright? I heard explosions from afar."

"Mm, I'm fine, proceed to Sword of Justice." Once in the car, Xiao Lin leans against the seat, relaxing as several fire engines pass by.

"Should we go to the military hospital first?"

"No need. Did they deliver the people?" Xiao Lin's voice is dull and hoarse.

"The information has been received. Without your Kowloon Divine Needle, they wouldn't have lasted so long." Guo Liang remembers the peculiar technique and the doctor's amazed expression, feeling envious, jealous, and resentful.

"Good. What about the bald guy?"

"Sorry, Young Master Xiao, Guo Liang willingly accepts punishment."

"Escaped?"

"Injured two, killed one, disabled one."

"Struck hard, huh!" The hissing from his lungs makes Xiao Lin cough violently.

"Young Master Xiao, better get checked out. If something happens, explaining it will be difficult." Guo Liang looks at Xiao Lin worriedly. If something happens to him, his boss would peel off a layer.

"Don't broadcast my affairs. I'm a doctor and know my own body." Xiao Lin closes his eyes tightly, saying it's nothing. That's undoubtedly a lie. Standing is already impressive, hoping for no internal injuries is impossible, a month of recuperation is unavoidable.

"Understood!" Guo Liang says no more, knowing Xiao Lin's temperament. Even their fiery-tempered boss can't get through to him. What can he say? "Need a rest first? I'll give you a report later."

"Right now!" Xiao Lin closes his eyes forcefully. Guo Liang drives slowly, avoiding movements that might worsen his pain.

"According to the pre-set route, we encountered a bright-colored business car midway. As we neared the brick factory, it overtook us."

"A blue business car? The one with strange plates?" The first piece of information forces him to open his eyes and sit up, hand on his abdomen, squeezing down the surging blood.

"No plates!" Guo Liang thinks for a moment, recalling how strange he found it then when Xiao Lin reminded him that its absence of plates was indeed exceptional.

"No plates?" Xiao Lin falls into thought, perhaps he's oversensitive.

"Yes, this car didn't return on our way back."

"Where did the bald guy escape from?" Xiao Lin looks out the window, someone escaping Sword of Justice alone isn't easy. Among the three in custody, the bald guy has the deepest martial arts skills; the dead one had no tricks.

"Near the gas station!" Guo Liang stops at a pit, slowly passes, then steps on the accelerator. Xiao Lin smiles at his thoughtfulness.

"Guo! Still so gentle! Always a good brother back in Dragon Soul, the best homemaker."

"Brat, I left Dragon Soul long ago." At being called a homemaker, Guo Liang's ears redden, feigning fierceness. "I'm all man."

"Got it! Got it! Near the gas station?" The gas station's sign appears ahead; Xiao Lin scans around. If it were him, he would choose such a spot. "Stop the car ahead."

"What are you doing? Visibility is poor here and it's a dangerous area." Guo Liang protests, thinking Xiao Lin is taking risks.

"How did the bald guy in the car kill the driver?" Xiao Lin insists on stopping in front of the gas station, from where the light barely reveals any marks on the ground.

"How did you know the one who died was the driver?" Guo Liang scratches his head, unsure if he mentioned it.

"The car can only stop if the driver dies, and the disabled one is his left. The injured ones are the ones who chased him, seated at the front and rear right."

"Young Master Xiao, I want to say I admire you!"

Xiao Lin gives him a sidelong glance, focusing on the distant gas station at the accident site. Military vehicles pass without raising suspicion or attention? "How did you handle the corpses and injured?"

"The corpse was put in the back seat and directly driven back, while the others returned in separate cars. What's up?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please head to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)