coobybook Chapter 539: Hiding Yourself
Chapter 539: Hiding Yourself
The thick, inky night and the raging sandstorms intertwined, completely covering the oasis. Mu Xiaoji struggled forward in this chaos, the strong wind carrying the sand and gravel stinging his cheeks like a sharp hidden weapon.
With every step I took, my feet sank deeply into the hot sand, as if I were stepping into an endless quagmire.
The wind howled in his ears, and the outlines of the sand dunes around him were vague in the darkness, as if they would collapse and bury him at any time.
I don’t know how long I walked, but under the sand dunes ahead, three blurry figures appeared in the hazy night.
Mu Xiaoji's heart tightened, he slowed down his pace cautiously, and his right hand subconsciously reached for his waist.
As the distance got closer, a familiar voice with a hint of ridicule came through the wind:
“Dear Boss Mu, I never thought we could meet in this way and in this unique environment.
At this moment, I am a little confused. Should I call you Mr. Song or Mr. Mu? "
Mu Xiaoji snorted coldly, his eyes were like torches, and he responded without flinching: "It's you? Humph, it's just a name, why bother with the details, do as you please."
Blake let out a deep laugh, which became even more eerie in the whistling wind. He made an exaggerated gesture of invitation: "Since Mr. Mu is so open-minded, please come in!"
As Mu Xiaoji passed by Blake, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, his vision went dark, and his body involuntarily went limp.
Blake glanced at the fallen Mu Xiaoji and said disdainfully: "Take him back, he is such a fool."
The two men quickly helped Mu Xiaoji up, holding his arms on the left and right, dragging his heavy body, and followed Blake around the hill. Their figures soon disappeared into the darkness.
On the other side, Andreas stood next to the helicopter, looking in the direction where Mu Xiaoji left, frowning and pacing back and forth.
Seeing this, the members around didn't dare to make a sound and just stood aside, feeling uncomfortable in the depressing atmosphere.
At this time, a subordinate walked down from the helicopter quickly and reported: "Boss, the order has been issued. The team members are required to withdraw quickly and hide on their own. After ensuring safety, wait for the next order."
Andreas nodded slightly and praised: "Good, well done."
In the base, after receiving the retreat order, the mercenary team members immediately took action.
They were agile and moved quickly in the shadows of the oasis like black panthers. Several people met at the agreed location, and the team leader asked in a low voice: "Have all our people come out?"
The members responded in a low voice, counting in turn: "1, 2, 3... 8, 9, , team leader, everyone is here."
After hearing this, the team leader said with a firm look in his eyes: "The boss has ordered us to hide here and be on standby at any time."
Everyone obeyed the order and quickly dispersed. Some took advantage of the natural cover of the sand dunes and cleverly camouflaged themselves in the sand pits, so that the sand covering their bodies blended in with the surrounding environment;
Some use the bushes in the oasis to weave simple camouflage nets with branches and leaves to hide themselves in;
Others climbed up tall poplar trees and used the dense canopy to hide their bodies.
In an instant, several black shadows rushed around, and in the blink of an eye they disappeared into the depths of the jagged oasis sand dunes in the dark night, as if they had never appeared.
They were well-trained and acted in unison, laying the groundwork for the upcoming action.
The smell of disinfectant permeated the confined space. Mu Xiaoji's consciousness struggled in chaos and slowly woke up. In his blurred vision, a pair of high-heeled shoes came into view. The metal buckles on the uppers glowed coldly under the pale light. Further up, the hem of a white coat trembled slightly with the owner's breathing. The person stood in front of him, motionless.
Mu Xiaoji endured the severe pain from the back of his head and moved his eyes upwards with difficulty, like climbing a mountain with a heavy load. When he saw the woman's face, his pupils suddenly shrank and his heart suddenly hung in the air. "It's those big watery eyes. Am I dreaming?" He murmured in his heart and shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the fog in front of his eyes and wake himself up.
The woman looked at Mu Xiaoji's bewildered expression, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, which echoed in the silent room. "Song Chenxi, I admire you. You knew this was a dangerous place, but you jumped into it without hesitation. I really want to know what's going on in your little head."
Mu Xiaoji blurted out: "Aunt?"
Song Lan let out a series of pleasant laughter, but that laughter was like ice chips that pierced people. "Good boy, I didn't expect you to be so well-mannered. Today, your aunt brought you here to let your father have a taste of what it feels like to watch his son being tortured and have to stand by and watch."
Mu Xiaoji was surprised and asked, "Why do you hate my father so much?"
"Why? Huh..." Song Lan felt that Mu Xiaoji's question was ridiculous, and her tone was full of sarcasm. "Baby, do you know what a woman cares about most?" As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked Mu Xiaoji's cheek with cool fingertips.
Mu Xiaoji shook his head subconsciously, his eyes fixed on Song Lan's eyes that were very similar to his own.
Song Lan continued as if directing her own play: "It was her child and her happy family. But your father destroyed my happiness with his own hands. Tell me, how can I not feel sad?"
Mu Xiaoji frowned and argued vigorously: "No, no, he is such a responsible person, how could he hurt my aunt!"
Song Lan laughed wildly again, his laughter was so sharp and piercing that it almost pierced through the ceiling: "He is responsible? Haha... I'm afraid you have never seen how cold-blooded he is?"
Mu Xiaoji suppressed his inner panic and tried to persuade her, "I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding. I hope Auntie can talk to Dad in person if she has anything to say. It's not good for a family to be suspicious of each other."
Song Lan reached out and lifted Mu Xiaoji's chin, forcing him to look at her. At this moment, her face was distorted by anger and pain: "What misunderstanding do you think there could be? Are you worried that my son and husband will take your things? So what if they embezzled public funds from the company? Even if they have no credit, they have worked hard! Why did they plan to let the Discipline Inspection Commission kill with a borrowed knife and take away my son and husband? The most hateful one is him..."
Before she finished speaking, she turned around and walked quickly to Jiang Chengyu who was lying beside her, and raised her hand to give him a crisp slap. The slap was so powerful that blood instantly flowed from the corner of Jiang Chengyu's mouth and slowly dripped down his chin.
Mu Xiaoji then noticed that his beloved little demon beast, Jiang Chengyu, had dried blood in his esophagus and nasal cavity, which had already flowed to his neck. He was extremely anxious and shouted, "Auntie, don't, don't hurt him!"
Song Lan scolded, "Why not? Do you know how powerful he was when he took over the company and reshuffled it? If he hadn't obeyed your father's orders, my family would have been the first to be arrested. Now, I wouldn't be alone and wandering outside. I should have been filial to my grandmother."
Mu Xiaoji hurriedly explained: "No, it's not like that."
Song Lan suddenly roared, his voice hurting people's eardrums: "You little brat, what do you know? My son is dead, did you know? He was so young, and I was just one child. In prison, he was beaten and lived in fear every day, a life worse than death." Song Lan became more and more agitated, almost going crazy, "The most hateful thing is that someone used prisoners in prison for live experiments. Lei'er's real cause of death was death from some kind of experimental drug."
Mu Xiaoji's eyes widened in shock and he blurted out: "What? Live experiment? The prison management is so strict, how is it possible..." The news was too horrifying and he dared not continue to imagine it.
Song Lan snorted coldly and reached out to pick up a syringe from the medical tray. She pushed the syringe piston, and a few drops of transparent liquid slowly flowed out of the needle. Then, she walked slowly towards Jiang Chengyu, bent down and skillfully rolled up his sleeves, ready to inject.
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji shouted, "Stop, what are you going to inject him with?"
Song Lan showed a childish expression on her face and said, "Of course I have to let him personally experience the pain that Lei'er has suffered!"
"No, don't." Mu Xiaoji shouted while struggling desperately against the ropes that bound him. He then realized that he was tied tightly to a chair, and his prosthesis was taken away at some point. His other foot was tied tightly to the chair leg, and his struggle was in vain.
Mu Xiaoji tried to organize his words and said anxiously: "The company's big reshuffle was not his idea. It was me...I did it all."
Song Lan laughed with interest when he heard this: "It's you? Humph, how is it possible?"
Mu Xiaoji said solemnly, "In order to save me from Song Ziheng, my father was forced to stab Jiang Chengyu in the heart with a knife and was caught by the police. It was Jiang Chengyu who applied to the police to reduce my father's sentence by two years. The company was paralyzed, and in order to stop the loss of the company, I mobilized the disciplinary inspection department to block the account. This has nothing to do with them, it was all my idea."
Song Lan smiled contemptuously: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? What right do you have to control the management of the company?"
Mu Xiaoji continued to explain: "My father had signed a lawyer's letter for the company's inheritance. Three senior executives of the company came to me with the lawyer's letter. I am the heir."
Song Lan smiled bitterly, his eyes full of despair: "So what, my son is dead, I want you to go down and accompany him." After saying that, he was about to continue what he was doing.
"No, aunt, I beg you. He is no different from a dead person. If you want revenge, just come after me. I am the culprit." Mu Xiaoji begged bitterly with tears in his voice.
Song Lan's hands began to tremble, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Do you think I dare not? I will not show mercy to you." As soon as she finished speaking, she stabbed a needle into Mu Xiaoji's shoulder and neck, and the medicine was slowly injected into his body.
Mu Xiaoji's forehead was instantly covered with beads of sweat, his face turned extremely pale, and his whole body began to twitch in pain. He bit his lips tightly, his body twisted into a strange arc, and every twitch seemed like he was enduring great torture.
Seeing this, Song Lan burst into laughter. At this moment, Nie Zhenhai's hurried footsteps were heard, and he suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in. Seeing Mu Xiaoji twitching all over, foaming at the mouth, veins bulging on his forehead, and collapsing on the ground with the chair, Nie Zhenhai was stunned.
Nie Zhenhai looked at Song Lan who was laughing loudly and asked, "Xiao Lan, what's wrong with him?"
Song Lan's face was filled with tears, and her voice was full of madness: "This is the pain and torture that Lei'er has experienced! Why are you still standing there? Take your phone to record a video and send it to my brother so that he can enjoy it too."
Nie Zhenhai then came back to his senses: "Oh oh oh..." As he said that, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and completed Song Lan's masterpiece.