Chapter 155 127: Bandit? Thief of the Nation

A swarm of black dots, like ants, flew on the horizon, obscured by the light.

As time passed, the black dots grew larger until they came into clear view.

They were... helicopters and speedboats!

Seeing this, a smile touched Xu Huo's lips. He got up and dusted off his pants.

He could have dealt with Cheng Yang and his men himself, but the risk was immense.

'Although it seemed like I had them suppressed the whole time, when your life is on the line, there's no such thing as probability. There are only two outcomes: life or death.'

'Even if the danger is only one percent, in a life-or-death situation, it gets bumped up to fifty-fifty!'

'Because... you don't get a second chance.'

'Even though I've transmigrated before, this isn't my original world. After death, everything is gone. Besides, who can guarantee they'll get to transmigrate again after dying?'

'The stuff I pulled off in my dreams was way crazier than this, but at the end of the day, reality was always there as a safety net. Dying didn't matter.'

'If I die in reality, this time, it's probably for real...'

'Forget fighting for your life with a gun to your head—how many people even dare to walk across a perfectly safe glass bridge hundreds of meters in the air?'

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

The roar of the rotors filled his ears. The downdraft whipped at the hem of his clothes and sent his hair flying, far more turbulent than the sea breeze!

One of the helicopters stopped above Xu Huo, hovering in place.

SWISH!

A rope ladder was thrown down.

The next second, several figures appeared, descending toward him.

"Tsk, if you guys had dawdled any longer, it would've been a full twenty-four hours."

Xu Huo teased, looking at the newcomers.

"If you'd been any slower..."

"I might have just sailed the boat back myself."

Hearing this, Li Jianye, who had just slid down, stumbled.

His earlier worry vanished in an instant, replaced by the singular urge to kick Xu Huo.

His face darkened, and he was about to start cursing, but...

Li Jianye paused. His eyes swept the surroundings, and the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably as he saw the five bloody corpses.

"This... Did someone else come here?"

"If someone had, would I have needed to wait here for you?" Xu Huo shook his head.

These waters were quite remote, close to Nanshan Province. Few fishermen came this far, and the coast guard rarely patrolled the area.

Otherwise, Cheng Yang wouldn't have considered it the perfect smuggling route!

"Did they have a falling-out?"

Li Jianye asked again.

"Not really. These four henchmen were pretty loyal. Of course, they might have just been loyal to the money."

Xu Huo couldn't help but click his tongue, recalling what Cheng Yang had said about his deposits in Turui Bank.

But Li Jianye couldn't be bothered with that.

He glanced at the five corpses around him, his eye twitching again, and couldn't stop himself from sucking in a sharp breath.

"Hiss..."

"You killed five of them? Wiped them all out?"

"In a tiny space like this, no less!?"

Li Jianye scanned the deck, a look of profound disbelief on his face.

How many people can a typical soldier fight?

A special forces soldier should have no trouble in a one-on-one fight, taking someone down in just a few moves.

But, if it's a deathmatch against several people, and the opponents are in better-than-average physical condition, then it's hard to say.

If they all rush you at once... the saying "a flurry of random punches can kill a master" is no joke.

Unless you're talking about the most elite soldiers, and even then...

You'd have to make sure the opponents didn't have any metal weapons!

"So you're saying..."

"In this godforsaken place, while tied up, facing five guns..."

The more Li Jianye looked, the more absurd it seemed. His mind was in a complete mess.

The space on the deck was tiny, not even ten meters from one side to the other, and a modern fishing boat's deck has no cover.

According to the surveillance footage, they had even seen Xu Huo with his hands and feet bound tightly with ropes...

"You killed them all, empty-handed?"

Li Jianye paused and looked Xu Huo up and down.

"And you don't even have a single bullet hole on you!"

Five against one, and the one turns the tables...

...while they had guns, and he had his hands and feet tied!

Who was the last person to do something like this?

That guy whose brother was poisoned, whose sister-in-law was an adulteress, and who beat a tiger to death.

Oh, right. His name was Wu Song.

But Wu Song never faced guns. In front of five imitation Type 64 pistols, even a tiger would be no different from a house cat!

"Guns?"

"You just have to unload their bullets, and then you're fine."

Xu Huo explained casually.

After speaking, he paused and yawned.

"Alright, I'm heading up. You guys take your time cleaning up. I haven't had a good night's sleep in half a month. I'm dead tired."

He grabbed the rope ladder above him with both hands and began to climb, his figure disappearing from sight shortly after.

Li Jianye's lips moved for a moment. He seemed to want to say something but held back, finally letting out a helpless sigh.

He didn't leave but instead stayed on the boat.

The boat couldn't just be left drifting at sea, nor could they just take Xu Huo and leave without collecting the evidence from the deck.

They needed to conduct a proper investigation, after which they would bring the boat to shore, reconstruct the events on board in the shortest possible time, and then officially classify the case.

"Do you know how to pilot a boat?"

Zhang Liang, who had come aboard, didn't rush to find Xu Huo. He glanced at Li Jianye.

"Leave it to me."

Li Jianye nodded and walked towards the pilothouse.

Zhang Liang didn't dwell on it. He strode onto the deck and looked around.

The narrow deck was now filled with personnel from the Special Fifth Bureau.

They were all team members who had traveled far and wide, participating in all sorts of cases.

At this moment, however, their understanding of the world was once again being completely overturned.

"Hiss... How brutal."

"How many punches was this? How did his face get fractured into this god-awful state?"

"From the marks, it looks like a single punch. If it were multiple punches to cause this much damage, his face would probably be pulp by now."

The men discussed in low voices. They put on gloves and stared at the deformed, caved-in face, clicking their tongues in amazement.

"Fractured maxilla, broken nose and cheekbones. The entire face is visibly caved in. Damage to the back of the head... the facial injuries are extremely severe."