Chapter 131 -131: A “Sea Prison
“Ow!!!”
Dao Yinping let out a scream, his face painfully contorted as he desperately clutched at his leg with trembling hands.
In just a second, blood soaked through his pants, streaming out from between his fingers.
“Brother!”
“Brother!”
“Damn it!”
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A group of henchmen exclaimed in shock and were about to rush forward when Jiang Yan fired four bullets without hesitation, “Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!”
Each shot precisely aimed at the head and heart.
Blood spattered across both walls in an instant.
“Thump—”
“Thump—”
“…”
Watching his men get shot one by one and fall to the ground, Dao Yinping gritted his teeth against the agonizing pain and reached for a backpack with his blood-soaked hand.
Ye Qing had already used the backpack strap as a makeshift rope, pulling and twisting it to secure Dao Yinping’s blood-soaked hands behind his back.
He then lifted his leg and struck a harsh kick into the crook of Dao Yinping’s knee, causing him to kneel down on the spot.
But in a flash of lightning, Ye Qing had adeptly pulled a gun from the backpack.
“Kurt—” The chilling sound of a bullet being chambered.
The dark barrel of the gun was now pressed against Dao Yinping’s head.
Jiang Yan watched Ye Qing’s skilled movements with surprise that flickered briefly in her eyes, then instructed, “Don’t kill him yet, he’s still useful!”
Ye Qing nodded and, holding the gun in one hand, pulled out a dagger with the other.
Two sharp, white blades slashed through the air in succession.
Again, “Ow,” “Ow,” came screams from Dao Yinping, whose eyes filled with resentful venom as he tried to struggle, but both his “dog paws” were swiftly rendered useless, blood gushing out.
At that moment, the door to room 2902 was quietly unlocked.
But it wasn’t fully opened; there was just a small crack.
“Jiang Yan! Xiao Ye!” Sun Jingtao’s voice echoed through the corridor at this time.
Accompanying his voice was a scattering of footsteps.
There were those coming from upstairs and those approaching from downstairs.
Those upstairs wielded kitchen knives and clubs, while those downstairs were unarmed.
The number was not small, altogether there seemed to be about fifty or sixty people.
Judging by the wariness on their faces as they eyed each other, it was clear they belonged to two opposing camps.
Just as the door to room 2902 was about to slam shut, “Bang,” Sun Jingtao, who was holding a fire axe, had already charged forward and kicked it open.
The door flung open, revealing about a dozen young men with buzz cuts holding cleavers and glaring at Sun Jingtao with murderous intent.
One of them, dressed in a red padding jacket and much taller and sturdier than him, swung a knife at Sun Jingtao with lethal intent.
“Clang!”
With a swing of his fire axe, Sun Jingtao blocked the attack and then pressed forward forcefully, quickly twisting his wrist:
“Bang!”
Through the thick padding jacket, the young man’s arm was severed, half gone in an instant.
“Clang!” Within moments of pain and numbness in his wrist, the cleaver fell to the ground, and Sun Jingtao swiftly kicked it behind him.
“Fuck! Tear him apart!” snarled the man in the red jacket, reaching to grab a knife from a comrade to continue his assault on Sun Jingtao.
But then he saw Jiang Yan, already holding a gun at the doorway.
His hand movement halted, and the eyes of the others shrank in unison.
Jiang Yan scanned the room, which was empty except for a mess of bunk beds.
Clearly, these were the remnants of Ma Longbiao’s gang—left behind at their “home.”
They were all small fry, of no actual value.
Jiang Yan didn’t give anyone a chance to resist or speak, instead she unleashed a barrage of bullets, one for each person.
The room was already smelly, but now it was filled with a strong odor of blood, making it even more unbearable.
Outside, Su Dai, seeing the dozen bloody bodies suddenly appearing, ultimately dared not step in.
She rummaged through a pile of junk and pulled out a worn piece of clothing, helping a woman on the table put it on.
Then with the help of two property owners who had come downstairs, she helped the woman off the table.
“Xiao Dai, here’s a walkie-talkie,” a middle-aged man with curly hair said as he bent down to pick up a walkie-talkie beside a fire pit.
“Uh, keep it for now,” Su Dai took it from his hand, then instructed:
“Brother Zhang, could you and Brother LI go to the stairwell window and keep an eye on the outside? Notify us immediately if you see anyone coming back.”
“Alright.”
The curly-haired man responded and called out a man holding a kitchen knife from the group upstairs.
The two headed towards the 29th-floor stairwell window, one in front and one behind.
“Bang!”
“Thump!”
Just then, sounds of glass breaking and splashing water came from the adjacent room.
Sun Jingtao’s brow furrowed, and he rushed towards the French window: “Not good! Someone’s escaping!”
After shouting, he lifted his fire axe and smashed it against the French glass.
“Boom!”
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A biting cold wind mixed with dense rain poured into the room, causing Sun Jingtao’s arm hairs to stand on end from the cold.
Sure enough, under the window of room 2903 in the water, a burst of white spray erupted.
Soon, a young man wearing two life rafts surfaced from the spray.
He must have hit the water too hard, as the lower life raft had burst open.
He didn’t care about anything else, nor dared he look back, and frantically swam outward with all his limbs.
Sun Jingtao wiped the rainwater splashed onto his face, turned to look at Jiang Yan, but saw she was busy changing the handgun magazine and quickly shouted at Ye Qing outside the door:
“Ye Qing, throw me that spear gun with the throwing line!”
A regular spear gun can reach a range of five to ten meters, but that one with a throwing line can reach up to 35 meters.
They were now on the 29th floor, and the water had reached the ground of the 22nd floor, about eight floors in height.
Counting the vertical distance of 23 meters, and the diagonal distance swum by the person, if done quickly, the range would be sufficient.
Ye Qing, who had initially been escorting Dao Yinping to the door, heard him and quickly and adeptly tossed the spear gun from his shoulder.
Sun Jingtao caught it neatly, took a deep breath, aimed, and fired.
“Whoosh!”
The barbed spearhead, like an arrow released from a bow, pierced through the rain and fog and struck the man’s back.
A direct hit, bullseye.
“Ow!”
The man screamed as icy water rushed into his mouth.
The water gradually stained red with blood.
The man, having been choked by the water and hit by the spear gun, struggled in the water for a few seconds before passing out.
However, his body was still pulled up by Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing.
After confirming he was no longer breathing, the two quickly called Jiang Yan to head to the adjacent room 2903.
Room 2903 also had bunk beds, just fewer of them.
Jiang Yan frowned, “Where are the rest of the people in here?”
Judging by the number of beds in the two rooms, there were about forty people in total.
This far exceeded her expectations.
And it also exceeded the number of people who had climbed over the wall on the night of the heavy rain.
It seemed like there were other people hidden in the shadows.
Dao Yinping’s legs trembled, his eyes flickering briefly:
“They, they all went out with Brother Ma. Those who left today are all his confidants.”
“Oh, aren’t you ranked second? They feel safe leaving just you here?” Jiang Yan eyed him skeptically.
“I’m only known there because of my seniority, just a titular figure. All the rubber dinghies and assault boats were taken by them. They said, they said…”
“What did they say?!” Jiang Yan’s voice turned sharp.
Dao Yinping clenched his molars:
“They said, without boats and water transportation, Shallow Bay is like an island in the sea, a Sea Prison.
Even birds couldn’t escape.
So just me and a few brothers, with guns, that’s enough.”