The Captain indeed waved his hand in silence and said, "Joey, take this idiot to the car. We'll leave here in the drug dealer's car first."
Joey quickly helped the young man out while the Captain stayed behind, his gaze on Gao Guang, reflecting a complexity of emotions.
Gao Guang couldn't help but step back, saying nervously, "You've saved me; you are my saviors. I will absolutely not betray you. Also, I am from Huaxia, killing me would cause you a lot of trouble, so please don't hurt me. I will never speak of you to the police, I promise!"
The Captain shrugged and said, "I believe you don't want to betray us voluntarily, but the drug traffickers and the police will soon be here. Whether you'll speak or not will no longer be up to you. And I firmly believe that only the dead can keep a secret. So if you don't want to die, you better come up with a way to convince me – and quickly."
A solution acceptable to both sides was needed, one where he wouldn't die and would alleviate the worries of the Captain and his crew.
Gao Guang almost immediately thought of an idea. Our ancestors had long devised a mature solution for such situations, one that anyone who had read a few books would know.
A loyalty test—a loyalty test would do.
Gao Guang glanced at Sanchez, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "I'll kill him! That way, I'll absolutely never rat you out. Is that acceptable?"
The Captain pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "You've proposed a good solution. Just wait a moment; I need to record this as evidence..."
With a gun in his right hand and a phone raised in his left, the Captain spoke sternly, "Ready now, go ahead."
Gao Guang was in turmoil inside; he didn't want to kill, but his current predicament left him no choice.
Gao Guang bent down and picked up a gun from a dead kidnapper.
A Glock 17, it was still a Glock 17.
This was the first time Gao Guang had handled a real gun, the first time he held a firearm in his hands.
Watching Gao Guang's actions, Sanchez started to panic, shouting desperately, "What are you doing? You're going to..."
Before Sanchez could scream further, Gao Guang suddenly raised his gun and aimed it at Sanchez.
The Glock 17 has a trigger safety; if the chamber was loaded, just pulling the trigger would suffice, very convenient. So as soon as Gao Guang aimed at Sanchez's chest, he immediately pulled the trigger.
A gunshot rang out; Sanchez's screams came to an abrupt end as he started to contort his body in difficulty.
Looking at the man who had almost killed him, the inhuman kidnapper, Gao Guang felt only anger and hatred, and then he figured since he had fired already, he might as well fire a few more shots.
So Gao Guang raised the gun's muzzle and aimed it at Sanchez's head, pulling the trigger again.
Pop pop, two shots, both hitting Sanchez's head.
One must admit there's a reason the Glock 17 is a top-seller; it's indeed ugly, but its accuracy is exceptional, and the grip feels very good, making it comfortable to shoot. Even Gao Guang, who had never handled a weapon, could shoot precisely with it.
For the first time in his life, Gao Guang touched a gun, fired a weapon, and his first bullet killed a man. Yet, Gao Guang felt no guilt, no fear, and carried no psychological burden. Being able to personally take down a drug trafficker and kidnapper leader filled him with a sense of joyful satisfaction and revenge accomplished.
Releasing a light sigh, Gao Guang set down the gun and turned to the Captain, "Is that good enough now?"