coobybook Chapter 1049 My Friend
Chapter 1049 My Friend
At this moment, Wen Zhengbin and Kuang Wenxun were hiding in the treetops and on the rooftops not far away, their telescopes firmly locked on Andy Coles's estate.
In the footage, ten black cars suddenly drove up, and dozens of people carrying weapons filed out, aggressively kicking open the ornate iron gate and rushing into the living room.
Several foreign security guards, brandishing batons, stepped forward to intercept them, but were easily subdued by the group without uttering a sound.
Winnie rushed out of the living room upon hearing the commotion, shouting angrily, "Who are you? How dare you trespass on a private estate!"
The man in the lead, wearing a garish red floral shirt, pointed at her arrogantly:
"Where are the people your boss brought back? Hand them over right now, or you'll be in big trouble!"
"The boss hasn't returned to the country yet, and the person you're looking for isn't here," Winnie said coldly, her tone unyielding.
"Enough talk! Search!" The man in the red shirt waved his hand, and the men behind him immediately rushed inside.
Without saying a word, Winnie kicked the man in the red shirt in the chest.
Caught off guard, the man stumbled and knocked down a group of his companions, causing a commotion.
"You fucking want to die! Kill her!" The man in the red shirt struggled to his feet, roaring and waving his hand to give the order.
Winnie was agile and quick, her punches were as fast as lightning, and her footwork was even more swift. She could knock down one person with a punch and kick two people with a kick.
In the chaos, a celadon flowerpot by the door was knocked over, its shards scattering all over the floor, mingling with the sounds of fighting and creating a particularly jarring noise.
But the enemy outnumbered her, with dozens of men taking turns attacking. Winnie gradually became exhausted and retreated step by step, sustaining several wounds on her body.
The tables and chairs in the living room were knocked over and scattered everywhere, and the cups and plates were broken all over the floor, quickly turning the place into a mess.
The man in the red shirt seized an opening, grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table, and with a fierce look in his eyes, circled behind Winnie.
He thrust the knife forward suddenly; Winnie froze, then slowly collapsed, motionless.
"Hurry up! Search carefully!" The man in the red shirt put his hands on his hips and looked around the messy living room.
The men scattered, ransacking the place for a while, and finally returned to report:
"Brother Hong, we've searched everywhere, but there's no one here. Apart from the bodyguards we took down, there's no one else in the courtyard. The person the vice president is looking for is probably not here."
The man in the red shirt spat and cursed, "Go!" The group hurriedly left the manor, leaving behind only a mess in the yard and Winnie's cold body.
Kuang Wenxun, perched on a treetop, witnessed everything clearly and immediately reported it to Teng Zijing in Morse code:
"The manor was attacked. Dozens of people broke in and fought, but left after searching without finding anything."
The Sea Shark drifted on the vast open sea, like a sleeping, soulless behemoth.
Teng Zijing was watching the Chang family father and daughter, his wrist twitching. He glanced at the messages without making a sound, then spoke:
"Feng Yan sent someone to Andy Coles's estate. It seems that this kid has big ambitions and doesn't want to be controlled by anyone."
Ji Yang's eyes narrowed: "So, he's trying to do both? Holding our people hostage while also trying to deal with Andy Coles?"
Teng Zijing tapped the sofa armrest lightly with his fingertips, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. He wants to profit from both sides, but he'll have to see if he has the ability."
The atmosphere in the council chamber was tense. Feng Yan sat in the main seat, his posture arrogant.
Feng Zhan sat down beside him with a seemingly harmless expression, but his eyes were fixed on Andy Coles across from him.
Feng Zhan casually picked up the now-cold teacup and swirled the remaining tea inside:
"The tea's gone cold. Didn't you say you wanted to talk? Well then, tell me, what are you going to say about this?"
Andy Colles smirked and chuckled, "Second Master, the tea can be replaced if it gets cold, but..."
"The person you want isn't on board, so I'm afraid this deal won't go through."
With a sharp "smack," Feng Zhan slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to rattle and spill tea.
"You fucking dare to mess with me!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Kill both of them!"
Before he could finish speaking, the dagger pressed against Mu Xiaoji's neck made a light slash.
A bloodstain instantly appeared, and blood flowed down his neck, staining his collar red.
"Xiao Ji!" Jiang Chengyu's heart tightened, and he shouted sharply. Almost at the same time, a bloody gash appeared on his own neck, and the cold, stinging pain made him gasp for breath.
"Second Master, you mustn't!" Seeing this, Shu Ya Zi could no longer sit still. He hurriedly stepped forward and said urgently.
"Look at all these guns pointed at you two! Without hostages, we're really out of luck!"
"What did you say?" Feng Yan suddenly stood up, his exclamation filled with disbelief.
All eyes turned to the person in the main seat, where Feng Yan's cold gaze was fixed on Andy Coles.
"Searched the entire manor, no one there?" Putting down the phone, Feng Yan's eyes flashed with a sharp, cold light.
"The manor is deserted, you old fox. Is the most dangerous place necessarily the safest place?"
As he spoke, he approached Andy Coles, his hawk-like eyes seeming to find a clear answer in him.
Andy Colles also stopped smiling, stepped closer to Feng Yan, and said in a low voice, "Vice President,"
"As long as you release those two, I'll bring you the person you want right now."
His tone carried a deliberate attempt to reassure, but a subtle, calculating glint lurked in his eyes.
Feng Zhan's chest heaved violently as he looked at the beads of blood seeping from Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji's necks.
He glanced at the gun barrels pointed at him, then slowly loosened his clenched fist, clearly having been persuaded.
Andy Coles's face was grim, his eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent. He pulled his phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
His fingers deftly dialed a number, his voice deep and authoritative: "Bring them to the council chamber."
In the mezzanine of the top deck of the Sea Shark, dim lights flickered, and the air was filled with the salty smell of seawater.
Four burly men, as tall as iron towers, with fierce eyes, dragged Feng Tao and Gu Ze roughly without saying a word, one on each side.
Feng Tao and Gu Ze struggled desperately, making muffled "woo woo woo" sounds through their mouths, which were sealed with black tape.
Their feet kicked wildly on the ground, trying to break free from the burly men's grasp.
"Where are you taking us? Let us go!" Feng Tao cried out hoarsely, his voice filled with stubbornness and anger.
Gu Ze gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and twisted his body violently.
In the eyes of the burly man, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—completely futile.
However, the burly men remained silent and indifferent, ignoring their futile efforts, and walked steadily toward the deck.
Hiding in the crowd, Gu Shoucheng's heart pounded involuntarily, his eyes fixed on the two people being dragged.
He carefully and quickly tapped Morse code on his wristwatch to send Teng Zijing the status of the rescue target: "They've taken the person away and headed to the lower council chamber."
After sending the message, he nervously looked around to make sure no one had noticed him before casually leaving and moving towards the lower levels.
Not long after, the watch vibrated, and a weak electrical vibration replied with the command: "Attention all team members, prepare for a rescue operation."
Gu Shoucheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly typed a reply: "Received".
Then, the tea server, Shi Tiejun, cautiously tapped his watch and replied, "Received."
At this moment, Shi Tiejun was carrying a tray, pretending to serve tea to the guests, but his eyes kept scanning his surroundings warily.
Beside the gambling table, Zhong Huaijin and Meng Zhaowu responded calmly, "Received."
They played cards nonchalantly, flipping the chips between their fingers, while keeping an eye on their surroundings, ready to act at any moment.
Meanwhile, on the coast near the Sea Shark, Deng Zhouyi, along with Hu Zi, Chen Yun, Lu Beichuan, and others, hid in a speedboat.
The speedboat's engine hummed softly, ready to depart at any moment. Deng Zhouyi gazed firmly in the direction of the Sea Shark and quickly tapped his wristwatch in response: "Received."
The sea breeze blew, and the waves lapped against the hull of the ship. The atmosphere was tense, like a taut string, as a rescue operation was about to begin.
Lu Feng pushed the cleaning cart, head down pretending to organize tools, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the figures dragging people over—
Feng Tao and Gu Ze were being held by the arms, their steps were unsteady, their heads were down, and their expressions were not visible.
The surrounding guests were already frightened and retreated, afraid that they might accidentally become bullets for the terrifying forces on the deck with guns.
The heavy metal doors of the council chamber slid open, revealing the stagnant air inside.
Feng Tao was pushed and shoved inside. He heard the familiar mechanical sound of the door opening, and his heart sank.
Why is this a meeting room? Has Feng Yan already obtained the official seal and is eager to secure his position at the summit?
The two were pushed to the center of the hall, and someone ripped the blindfolds off their eyes.
Feng Tao squinted, adjusting his vision to the light for a moment. Just as his vision cleared, he heard Jiang Chengyu's familiar voice, tinged with surprise: "Gu Ze..."
Gu Ze suddenly looked up and followed the sound—Jiang Chengyu was being held not far away, the bloodstains on his neck still clearly visible.
He stood there, stunned, his mind reeling. He never imagined that the person he had spoken ill of in the hospital would also be imprisoned and here.
Mu Xiaoji followed Jiang Chengyu's gaze and was shocked to see Gu Ze and Feng Tao with their mouths taped shut and looking disheveled.
But when he caught a glimpse of the undisguised worry on Jiang Chengyu's face, a sudden, inexplicable sense of loss welled up inside him. His eyes dimmed, and he turned his head away.
The air in the hall seemed to grow even heavier. Feng Yan sat in the main seat, looking at the two people who had been brought in, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Andy Colles breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Vice President, I've brought you the person you wanted. Now, let's talk about our deal."
Jiang Chengyu asked in confusion, "Mr. Andy Coles, what's going on? Why did you arrest my friend?"
Andy Coles glanced at Feng Tao, ignoring Jiang Chengyu's question, then returned his gaze to Feng Yan, emphasizing again:
"Vice President, I've brought the person to you. My friend, shouldn't you let go now?"
Feng Yan burst into a wide, open laugh, and the sight of him, along with the laughter that echoed through the council hall, sent chills down one's spine.
Shu Ya Zi, clutching the brocade box, huddled in a corner. Seeing this scene, his white beard trembled.
This is no transaction; it's clearly binding everyone to a fuse that's about to be lit.