NABC Chapter 128 The Promise of the Day
Chapter 128 The Promise of the Day
A Japanese lieutenant, wielding a sword, roared as he directed his troops to form a defensive formation, their guns all pointed towards the courtyard gate.
Zhao Lie led his team over the wall and entered. The sound of silenced guns mingled with the gunfire of the Japanese soldiers. Bullets grazed the wall and sparks flew, and the flowers and plants in the yard were instantly destroyed.
"Snipe that lieutenant!" Zhao Lie dodged the incoming bullets, raised his hand and shot a Japanese soldier in the knee, while simultaneously giving the order to the sniper.
The sniper immediately adjusted his angle, and the bullet precisely pierced the lieutenant's chest. The lieutenant groaned and fell to the ground, gripping his command sword.
The leaderless Japanese troops were thrown into disarray, and the team members seized the opportunity to advance and engage in close combat with the Japanese. The dull thuds of daggers piercing flesh and the crisp sounds of bones breaking echoed in the darkness, and the stench of blood quickly filled the air.
The sound of breaking glass came from the second floor. Wang Xiaoan, with a dancer in his arms, climbed out of the window, clearly trying to escape in the chaos.
"Stop him!" Zhao Lie roared.
The two team members guarding the back wall immediately opened fire. The bullets grazed Wang Xiaoan's arm, and the dancer screamed in fright and fell to the ground.
A fierce glint flashed in Wang Xiaoan's eyes. He pushed the dancer aside and lunged at his teammate with his bare hands.
His fighting skills were indeed formidable; even unarmed, his moves were fast and ruthless, and he was soon entangled in a fierce battle with two team members.
"Smash his leg! Leave him alive!" Zhao Lie rushed over to provide support, delivering a whip kick to Wang Xiaoan's knee.
Wang Xiaoan bent his knee to block, but was knocked back two steps by the force. Another teammate took the opportunity to punch him in the abdomen. Wang Xiaoan groaned and subconsciously reached for the gun hidden in his waist, but his wrist was held tightly by Zhao Lie.
With a sharp "crack," the excruciating pain of his shattered wrist bone caused him to break out in a cold sweat and convulse.
"If you move again, I'll cripple your other hand!" Zhao Lie said fiercely, pinning him to the ground and binding him tightly with rope.
By this time, all the Japanese soldiers in the courtyard had been cleared out. The team members quickly inspected the battlefield, and after confirming that there were no survivors, they lifted up Wang Xiaoan, who was wailing incessantly, and prepared to evacuate.
But as soon as they rushed out of the Western-style building, the piercing sound of police sirens and the shouts of Japanese soldiers came from afar. The Japanese reinforcements had arrived, their headlights piercing the night sky as they sped toward them, their dense beams illuminating the streets and alleys.
"Quickly retreat! Head into the alley!" Zhao Lie supported Wang Xiaoan and led his team into the narrow alley.
The Japanese soldiers' gunfire followed closely behind, bullets hitting the alley walls and sending shards of stone flying.
The intersections along the way had long been blocked by the Japanese army and puppet police. Every checkpoint was lit with flashlights, and the shouts of questioning were constant. The team members could only move through the crisscrossing alleys, constantly dodging the pursuers.
"Team leader, the eastern intersection is blocked! There are more and more Japanese soldiers!" A team member ran over to report, his arm grazed by a bullet, blood staining his sleeve, his voice filled with anxiety.
Zhao Lie gritted his teeth, about to order a forced breakthrough, when Yan Shuo's urgent yet steady voice suddenly came through the communicator: "Zhao Lie, I'm here with men. Guard the western entrance and wait for our backup!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than intense gunfire erupted from the western intersection.
Yan Shuo led more than ten team members in a car that sped over, crashing through the Japanese checkpoint's roadblocks and accurately hitting the Japanese soldiers and puppet police at the checkpoint with silenced guns.
"Get in the car!" Yan Shuo shouted, sticking his head out. His eyes were sharp as knives as he swept over the disheveled team members and the bound Wang Xiaoan.
Zhao Lie immediately led his team to carry Wang Xiaoan over and quickly get into the car.
Yan Shuo glanced at Wang Xiaoan, who was curled up in pain in the corner, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Didn't kill him, did you?"
"Don't worry, team leader. His leg and wrist are injured, he'll be in pain for ten days. We strictly followed the commander's orders and left him alive," Zhao Lie replied, panting heavily, his face still stained with a little blood.
Yan Shuo nodded and ordered in a deep voice, "Drive towards the safe house on Taoshan Road. Clean up any traces along the way and don't leave any clues for the Japanese army to track."
The fake police and Japanese special agents at the checkpoint were all killed by grenades thrown by the arriving team members.
The car roared away, leaving the pursuers far behind, and the lights and gunfire of the checkpoint gradually disappeared into the night.
The carriage was silent, save for Wang Xiaoan's intermittent, suppressed wails.
Yan Shuo leaned back in his chair, a cold glint in his eyes.
In this operation, the Red Bean Squad successfully eliminated sixteen Japanese soldiers, including a lieutenant squad leader, and captured the traitor Wang Xiaoan alive. The mission was successfully completed.
The convoy sped along and eventually drove silently into the secluded courtyard of the safe house on Taoshan Road.
Wang Xiaoan was dragged off the car by two team members. The excruciating pain from his broken wrist caused him to convulse, and he kept uttering foul language and begging for mercy, but he was only met with the team members' cold indifference.
The secret torture chamber beneath the safe house is eerie and terrifying.
The room was bathed in stark white light, with torture instruments hanging on the walls: red-hot branding irons, sharp daggers, whips wrapped with wire, bamboo sticks of varying thicknesses, barbed maces, and an electric torture machine gleaming coldly. The air was thick with the musty smell of blood and rust, and every breath carried a chilling malice.
Wang Xiaoan was brutally bound to a specially made rack, his arms outstretched, his ankles and waist tightly bound with thick hemp rope, leaving him no room to struggle.
The team members all put on black bandit hats, revealing only their cold eyes.
In the center of the torture chamber, several team members were methodically setting up a professional film camera. The lens was aimed at Wang Xiaoan on the rack, and the "shush" sound of the rotating film canister was particularly jarring in the deathly silent torture chamber.
Yan Shuo walked slowly into the torture chamber, his leather shoes making a dull sound as they stepped on the cement floor.
He walked to the camera, raised his hand to adjust the lens angle, and glanced at Wang Xiaoan on the rack. His tone was calm and without any ripples: "Stop wasting your energy cursing. From today onwards, what you need to do is endure the pain."
Wang Xiaoan was panting heavily, his eyes filled with fear, yet he still forced an arrogant stance: "Yan Shuo! You dare touch me? My father-in-law is the commander of the Shancheng Division. If you kill me, he will never let you get away with it!"
"Let me go?" Yan Shuo sneered, then turned to Zhao Lie and Liu Kuai beside him and raised his chin. "He's yours. You don't need any information, and don't let him die too easily. Use all 20 kinds of torture instruments in turn. Give him a muscle-relaxing drug to reduce his strength but not to block the pain. If he faints, wake him up with cold water."
"Understood!" Zhao Lie chewed on the candy, casually threw the candy wrapper on the ground, picked up the syringe of the muscle-relaxing medicine next to him, and walked quickly to Wang Xiaoan.
The needle pierced his skin, and the cool medicine was injected into his body. In no time, Wang Xiaoan felt all his strength drained away, and his limbs were weak and powerless. However, his nerve sensitivity suddenly increased, and even the sensation of the hemp rope tightening around his flesh became sharp.
"Let's begin." Yan Shuo walked to a chair in the corner and sat down, a cigarette between his fingers, indifferently watching everything in front of the rack.
Zhao Lie was the first to grab the leather whip wrapped with wire, and with a flick of his wrist, the whip fell with a whistling sound, striking Wang Xiaoan's bare chest hard.