CHAPTER 1570: CHAPTER 1622: DRIVEN INTO THE BUILDING

Li Yifei appeared like a divine weapon from the heavens, blocking the three cars. He didn’t see Wu Shuwei, but Wu Shuwei, sitting in the back, saw him. Just as she had thought, it was this man who came to rescue her. At this moment, Wu Shuwei really wanted to jump out of the car and shout to Li Yifei, "I’m here, I’m waiting for you to save me!"

"Turn around, quickly, head that way!" Seeing the dark muzzles aimed at him, the Vulture leader frantically patted the driver’s shoulder, pointing to the right and shouting, "There’s a small town over there, hurry!"

On the armed helicopter, the pilot saw these people trying to flee and quickly looked at Li Yifei, asking, "Should we fire to stop them?"

Li Yifei frowned; he had already identified the car Wu Shuwei was in—the very one he intended to pursue. However, precisely because of this, he hesitated to fire easily, opting instead to scare the opposition, delaying them for the approaching reinforcement troops.

Watching the enemy turn around to escape, Li Yifei thought for a few seconds and made a decision, saying, "Shoot the car from before, but don’t press too hard; be cautious of the hostage."

The pilot took the order, adjusted the launcher, changed the angle, and maneuvered the helicopter to keep pace.

With a swoosh, a rocket was launched, and a few seconds later, it hit the previous car. A ball of red exploded, and the heavily armored car blew apart, even leaping a few meters into the air. Those inside were consumed by the fireball, some instantly killed.

The fleeing Vulture leader and his crew heard the noise and turned to witness the scene, eyes widening and mouths agape as if they could swallow a large apple.

"Quick! Faster!" he hurriedly urged. Ahead lay a tiny town, consisting of a few low buildings and some small houses. The townspeople saw the two cars rushing in, with an armed helicopter in pursuit. Stunned for a moment, they quickly ran indoors, leaving the town deserted in an instant.

The two cars sped into the town toward a three-story building, crashing through a shop’s doors as the following helicopter hovered, unable to proceed further.

Li Yifei seemed a bit more relaxed. If these people kept running, the main forces behind wouldn’t catch up, making the situation harder. While he could trail them from the helicopter, he couldn’t stop them due to Wu Shuwei being in the car.

Once these people exited the vehicles and entered the building, it was actually advantageous for Li Yifei. Ignoring the situation below, he directly commanded the pilot to hover the helicopter above the three-story building’s roof. With two pistols and a machine gun in hand, he jumped from over ten meters high. The armed helicopter pilot watched in disbelief, thinking, "Allah, this man just jumped from over ten meters!"

Upon landing, Li Yifei didn’t pause, glancing around quickly to find the stairs down. After a quick examination, he wrenched the door open and darted inside.

The armed helicopter circled once, then hovered again mid-air, its guns trained on the three-story building, as per Li Yifei’s orders before jumping down.

The Vulture leader rushed out of the car, clutching a phone, calling the organization to say he was trapped in the building, while also directing others to capture some hostages.

Hostages were easy to seize; as the car crashed into the store, hostages were already there. A family of seven huddled together, and with a gunpoint, they became hostages, not even having a chance to flee.

Meanwhile, Wu Shuwei was dragged out of the car, watched by Honda Takeshi and Tonohei. The two each had a gun but were unfamiliar with firearms, having only shot a few times. Holding guns, they still felt uneasy.

Even now, the two couldn’t fathom how Li Yifei managed to gain such significant support from Dubai. How was he able to mobilize the Dubai military? Without the armed helicopter’s involvement, they might have escaped long ago.

Now things had escalated; even if they survived today, they could no longer remain here later.

About five minutes after capturing the hostages, five more helicopters arrived, led by the one with Sarama. As soon as the helicopter landed, Sarama jumped down, carrying a machine gun, and hurried to Li Yifei’s helicopter, which had also landed.

"Where’s Golden Eagle?" Sarama asked.

The pilot replied, "He’s up there, current situation unknown."

Sarama immediately grasped Li Yifei’s intent, nodding and saying, "Then we’ll support him from outside, applying pressure!"

Sarama already knew there were likely less than ten people inside, posing little threat to Golden Eagle. Their task was to divert the others’ attention.

So, soon there was a person holding a loudspeaker, walking out, ready to shout.

Six helicopters suddenly appeared outside, with three even having to land on the grass outside the small town. The few terrorists secretly observing from inside the building bit their lips bitterly. They had been on the run for half a day, hadn’t even had a sip of water, and were really suffering. As they looked back at their leader, their eyes carried a touch of resentment, as if to say, "Boss, what kind of task did you take on? Playing life and death games with the military? Do you think we’re members of some specific organization? We’re just terrorists, but there’s a difference even among terrorists."

Even the most vicious terrorists wouldn’t want to see the army pursuing them, let alone an organization like the Vulture, which is of medium size, having only a few hundred people. Usually, they do things mercenaries do, or occasionally fight mercenaries, loot a small town or something. They rarely confront government regular troops head-on.

This time, they were really out of luck. The leader was scolded by the organization and was ordered to stay inside the building, not to shoot easily. They would communicate with the Dubai side.

Organizations like Vulture would certainly not consider themselves terrorists, nor call themselves anti-government forces. They usually operate under the banner of jihad or fighting for a certain ethnic group, or the flag of national restoration, believing they have political rights.

A few minutes later, the organization called back, frantically, "There’s no way to communicate. You’re on your own. If you can escape, escape. If not, either die in battle or surrender. In the latter case, the organization will not be responsible for rescuing you but will avenge you."

This cold reply plunged the leader here into agony.

With fewer than ten subordinates and some weapons, they had no way to break out being surrounded like this. Should they fight to the death?

The key point is that it’s not worth it. Dubai isn’t a target country for the Vulture Organization. They only occasionally come here for missions. Should they start a war?

If they start a war, the consequences would be serious.

Honda Takeshi and Tonohei, holding guns, stared at Wu Shuwei. Wu Shuwei found a place to sit automatically. Although these two had guns, Wu Shuwei wasn’t really afraid. Looking into Wu Shuwei’s calm eyes, the two seemed to be pricked. Honda Takeshi suddenly shouted at Wu Shuwei, "Tell the people outside to back off immediately, or I’ll kill you!"

Wu Shuwei rolled her eyes at him, didn’t bother to move, and said, "Then go ahead and kill me. I haven’t been in a good mood lately and don’t really want to live."

"You—!" Honda Takeshi was about to point his gun at Wu Shuwei when Tonohei quickly stopped him, advising, "Don’t get excited. We... haven’t done anything. Things shouldn’t be too serious. You and I are people with status. Even if we get caught, nothing too serious will happen."

"Heh!" Wu Shuwei sneered.

Just then, the Vulture leader came over, saw the scene, and quickly pushed Honda Takeshi aside, saying, "This person is important, don’t act recklessly!"

He was in a bad mood and couldn’t communicate with the organization, only given two paths: surrender or fight to the death. If it were the former, then the hostage they kidnapped would be very important. Seeing the two Japanese about to rough up the hostage, the leader naturally intervened.

Honda Takeshi held back a breath, rubbed his chest, and didn’t dare look too much at the leader, only lightly nodding his head.

Tonohei sighed, furrowing his brows as he walked to the window, glanced outside, and heard a rumbling sound. Around ten vehicles drove by, surrounding the entire town and temporarily isolating the innocent civilians into other buildings. A group of soldiers blocked off the area around the building, countless guns aimed at it.

Tonohei’s throat moved, swallowed hard, blinked hard twice, his neck stiffly turning, looking at Honda Takeshi. His mouth moved, but he didn’t speak.

Tonohei wanted to say to Honda Takeshi, this time, we seem to have really gone too far; hurry up and call home for help.

Li Yifei came down from the third-floor rooftop and encountered a Vulture Organization member coming up to check. When the man saw Li Yifei, he froze, seemingly puzzled as to how an Easterner had come out here. But in the next second, he reacted. This person looked familiar, wasn’t he the one sitting in that black armed helicopter?

When he was about to shout and resist, it was already too late. Li Yifei grasped his neck, exerted force with the other hand, and a slight cracking sound came from his neck, his whole body going limp, not even having the chance to hum from start to finish.

This was also the last image of his life. After laying him flat, Li Yifei didn’t care about his corpse but pulled out a pistol and continued down quietly.

If there were no hostages, Li Yifei would have jumped out long ago. But because of Wu Shuwei, Li Yifei was cautious. He wasn’t sure about the situation downstairs or Wu Shuwei’s situation, so he had to be careful; otherwise, if something happened to Wu Shuwei, the effort spent on the rescue would be in vain, a result Li Yifei didn’t want to see.