Chapter 130 -130: Impressive Because You Have a Gun?
Jiang Yan’s space weapon arsenal had a bunch of Flash Bombs.
As one of the most famous non-lethal weapons in the world, a Flash Bomb, thrown into the target area, would produce a blinding bright light within seconds.
It could cause temporary blindness to the target and generate a huge noise of 170-200 decibels, temporarily causing loss of hearing.
But because Flash Bombs do not produce harmful shrapnel, they are typically used in situations like special forces rescuing hostages.
Such was the situation now, but obviously Jiang Yan could not use Flash Bombs.
Ye Qing was right beside her, and besides the difficulty of explaining their use, the key point was that one needed to protect their own eyes, ears, nose, and mouth before detonating a Flash Bomb.
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Otherwise, it would be a case of damaging oneself as much as the enemy.
Jiang Yan still decided to handle the situation with a cunning strategy combined with force.
After all, these few insignificant thugs weren’t worth the waste of additional weaponry.
In the corridor, Dao Yinping picked up a battered thermos from the ground and pulled out a strip of blue pills from his pocket.
He picked one out and swallowed it down with water, tilting his head back.
“These are for you guys!” He tossed the rest of the strip wrapped in aluminum foil to Huang Mao.
“Thanks, Second Brother!” Huang Mao caught it with both hands, continuously thanking him.
Although he didn’t need them, he dared not refuse anything given by Dao Yinping.
“Second Brother, taking it now might not work…” the beret-wearing lad remarked thoughtfully.
He had taken this medication once before and knew it took half an hour to take effect.
“You don’t know shit! It’s called ‘extended performance’, get it?!” Dao Yinping scoffed scornfully, puffing out his belly and waddling over to the table.
Halfway there, he looked at the woman on the table and paused, cursing disdainfully,
“Fucking boring! Moping all day long like a piece of dead pork, not even a whimper or twitch!”
After cursing, malice flickered in Dao Yinping’s eyes as he ordered Huang Mao,
“Zhang Xiaoguang, hand over the fire tongs and find something to stuff her mouth with!”
Huang Mao nodded deferentially with a “right away,” bending over to pick up a pair of cold tongs from the ground, and then rummaged through a pile of trash for a dirty red vest.
He balled the vest and approached the table with large strides, forcefully stuffing it into the woman’s mouth by pinching her cheeks.
The woman was half-kneeling, head drooping.
Other than the gagging reflex caused by the stench of the clothing and the obstruction, there was no other extra resistance or signs of consciousness.
“Second Brother, that shotgun, do you want me to look after it for you for a while?” Huang Mao glanced at Dao Yinping’s bag containing the shotgun and swallowed reflexively.
“No need. On the battlefield, never let go of your gun, don’t you know that?” Dao Yinping shot a warning glance at him.
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Huang Mao’s gaze shriveled a little, and he stammered, “I understand now, just got it…”
Dao Yinping ignored him, huffing through his nose, and moved toward the fire.
Bending over, he fumbled in the fire and picked out a red-hot charcoal, exclaiming madly,
“Damn it! No candles? Let’s use burning coals instead!”
The woman on the table, either from cold or from understanding his words, arched her frail body like a sieve shaking.
Seeing this, a gleeful and vicious smile appeared on Dao Yinping’s lips. He shook the hot coal in his hand and declared, “I’m telling you—”
“Stop!”
Before he could finish, a crisp female rebuke sounded from the fire exit.
The four men watching tensed up, spinning around, their pupils contracting sharply, “Jiang Yan!”
They clumsily picked up weapons from the ground in panic.
Dao Yinping was also startled but upon seeing who the newcomer was, his face lit up with glee, “Jiang Yan?”
He had never seen Jiang Yan before.
However, upon seeing her tall figure and the mesmerizing yet fierce eyes above her mask, he guessed the identity of the newcomer.
Through the entire Building A unit, below the 29th floor, the women who could be extorted or handed over had already been gradually transferred away by their boats over the past few days.
As for the families on the 30th and 31st floors who were still desperately resisting, nobody had the courage to come down alone.
Let alone a woman.
A young, attractive woman.
She usually wore a mask, carried a black bag, and walked alone—all had become her standard when going out.
But now, Jiang Yan was empty-handed, and she looked thin and weak, which significantly softened the alarm that had arisen in his heart.
Dao Yinping tossed the coal and the tongs aside with a clang, pushed past Huang Mao in front of him, and approached Jiang Yan.
“Second Brother, she is Jiang Yan from the 32nd floor, be careful, she might have a gun!” Huang Mao stepped forward to warn.
They were all somewhat wary of Jiang Yan, so all deliberately stood in place, not daring to advance too much.
And having narrowly escaped from under her gunfire along with the Scarred Man last time, they believed in the principle that if they didn’t provoke her, they’d be safe.
Dao Yinping’s lips curled as he sneered at Jiang Yan,
“Got a gun? So what if she has a gun? I got guns too, two of them! Brother Ma may fear her, but I certainly don’t!
Wait until later, let her taste my ‘gun’ too!” his face flushed perversely as he spoke the lewd words.
The lads behind him, pondering it over, also felt he had a point.
After all, things had changed.
They also had guns now, a shotgun with much more power than a handgun.
Rumored to kill twenty or thirty ducks in one shot!
In terms of firepower, a weak woman was no match!
Their fearful looks disappeared as their gazes brazenly scanned Jiang Yan from head to toe, laughing uproariously.
In front of the burly Dao Yinping, who held a shotgun, Jiang Yan indeed looked too weak.
Jiang Yan stood still, chuckling coldly, “Is that so? Well, let’s see if you can live long enough to find out!”
“Oh! What a feisty little chick, I like that! Once you’re with big brother, I’ll take good care of you!” Dao Yinping’s eyes gleamed with insanity, as he reached out for Jiang Yan’s hand.
His hand had only reached halfway when Jiang Yan, who had been motionless, suddenly stepped back and reached behind her back.
At the same time, a shadow taller than him burst out from behind the half-open fire door with the swiftness of lightning.
Dao Yinping furrowed his brow, sensing trouble; his legs quickly retreated as he reached for the shotgun in his backpack.
Ye Qing had already raised his foot, delivering a vicious kick towards Dao Yinping’s privates.
Being tall with long legs, and fueled by rage, his kick was swift and fierce.
“Crack!”
Dao Yinping’s hopes shattered in an instant!