Finished, there really is someone upstairs?
I turned and saw a man in his 20s standing at the staircase, staring at us with his sleepy, panda-like eyes.
He looked lethargic, probably sickly.
"..."
Our eyes met, and we were both equally shocked.
A Mao snapped out of it and shouted, "Oh no, he's the general's eldest son!"
Damn, the dead general's son?
A future threat that couldn't be allowed to live!
Reacting instantly, I dashed up to the second floor and knocked him down with a single strike.
Before he died, he didn't even know what had happened at home.
And he certainly didn't understand how he died. Even A Mao and A Ding were stunned by my speed, left speechless.
After killing the general's son, I quickly checked each room on the second floor. If there were any other children sleeping, it would be disastrous.
Fortunately, the second and third floors were empty.
However, in his son's room, I found drugs.
The eldest son was a drug addict. After taking drugs, he must have experienced some kind of hallucination, which gave me the perfect opportunity to kill him.
If he had been sober, he might have secretly sounded an alarm.
Fortunately, fate was on our side.
I walked downstairs with an AK in hand, "We leave when the doctor arrives. I just scouted the surroundings upstairs. There are too many patrols; we can't get out."
In truth, I wanted to take these women with us. Taking a few was better than leaving them all to die here.
Those patrols outside were just paper tigers. They couldn't catch me.
But they had cars and bullets, so I couldn't risk it.
Besides, who knew if Ace the old fox had sent someone to meet us? If he wanted to set us up and eliminate us, we would fall into his trap.
A Ding stammered, staring at me, "Chinese brother, you, you..."
"He knows Chinese martial arts, very powerful!"
A Mao grinned and mimicked Bruce Lee's iconic moves.
A Ding gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised, "Respect to you, Chinese brother!"
"Thank you, brothers. It was your good cooperation," I sighed in relief and wiped the sweat off my face.
If I had come alone, it would've been tough.
We had successfully ambushed them with perfect coordination. If any step had gone wrong or if someone had fired a shot, we would've been gunned down by the reinforcements outside.
I carried the AK and walked among the women, speaking softly, "Time is short, I won't explain much. Anyone who wants to leave with me, follow orders.
Those who don't want to leave are free to stay. Put on your clothes, it's not convenient to leave like this."
The women hesitated for a few seconds before dazedly picking up their clothes, forgetting to remove the dog chains from their necks.
A Mao asked worriedly, "You want to let them go?"
"Yes, they are my fellow countrywomen, innocent and pitiable. If we can't take them all, so be it."
I nodded, looking at the brothers for their reaction.
"But..." A Ding glanced at the closed door, "What if the Professor investigates?"
I sneered, "The Professor doesn't have clairvoyance. He can't see. And our contact might be sleeping now."
A Ding looked at me seriously, at a loss for words.
"Beep beep"
The iron gate outside opened, and a white ambulance drove in.
Then, the dark gate closed again.
Those soldiers knew their place, thinking their general was having fun inside, they didn't dare interrupt.
Especially with the women's screams, the worse they screamed, the more excited the soldiers outside got.
Their twisted minds found it entertaining.
I stood behind the door, making a throat-slitting gesture, "Kill them all."
They nodded and hid behind the other side of the door.
The women were too terrified to move or scream, sitting on the carpet with tears streaming down their faces, looking at us blood-soaked men.
"Knock knock knock"
A moment later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
A Mao pinched his nose and spoke in Burmese.
"Creak"
The door opened, and before the people outside understood what was happening, we slit their throats.
Two women and two men in white coats lay on the ground, wide-eyed, their medical kits spilling on the floor.
"A Mao, change your clothes and get ready to go."
I took off one man's white coat and poured bottled water over my head.
A Mao paused, then put on the white coat and mimicked me, pouring water on his face.
A Ding was confused, turning to his cousin, "Bro, what about me?"
Afraid I'd get rough, he didn't dare ask me.
From his small eyes, I could see he was scared stiff by my fierceness and speed.
"Uh..." A Mao looked at me helplessly, as if asking me, since I was leading this operation.
"Hide in the trunk or climb out, since the doctors are two men and two women."
I washed the blood off my head and face, pointed at two women with similar builds to the female doctors, "You two, put on the white coats."
"What are you doing?" the women trembled, afraid I'd kill them.
"Stop talking nonsense. Put on the coats and follow me if you don't want to die here."
I put on the white coat and slung the AK over my shoulder.
Before coming in, I had hidden a handgun in a girl's pocket outside.
Once inside, I retrieved it, hiding it on me. With two guns at my waist under my casual clothes, it was undetectable.
I would avoid using guns unless necessary, as my marksmanship was poor.
Avoiding combat if possible, even using palm strikes was exhausting.
I figured that after this, I needed to get a good military knife for self-defense.
The knives I had before weren't great.
The knife I used to slit their throats was the general's fruit knife.
My strength ensured a lethal cut.
Some women, huddled, said, "I-I don't want to go with you."
"Damn it, stay if you want, those who want to come, come here."
I shouted impatiently, scaring them into almost wetting themselves.
The girl I had hidden the gun with was brave, staring at me for a few seconds before getting up and standing behind me, putting on the white coat.
One brave person led to many more.
Soon, another girl stood up and put on the other white coat.
In moments, only five or six confused girls were left, looking around.
"Ring ring"
A phone under the coffee table suddenly rang at that moment.