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At this moment, He Yuzhu felt a surge of rage suddenly rise from the soles of his feet and rush straight to his head. The anger in his chest felt like it was about to burst him apart, and he was so angry that he was practically fuming.
Without a second thought, he abruptly unleashed his powerful spiritual energy, attempting to find a way out of the predicament using this hidden yet immense force.
However, misfortune never comes singly. The two sides were facing off at an incredibly short distance, almost to the point of hand-to-hand combat. Enemy bullets rained down on them relentlessly.
Just as He Yuzhu dodged the bullets coming from the front, more bullets whistled in from tricky angles.
He not only had to dodge left and right, relying on his agile movements honed over many years to maneuver through the hail of bullets and avoid those deadly bullets, but he also had to keep his eyes and ears open at all times, paying close attention to the ever-changing surroundings.
His eyes were like powerful searchlights, leaving no corner unchecked, rapidly scanning his surroundings in order to accurately detect every bullet that might threaten his friends.
Every time he dodged a bullet, it was like repeatedly leaping and dancing on the edge of life and death. The slightest hesitation or misjudgment would result in being hit by a merciless bullet and dying on the spot.
Fortunately, these attackers were full of flaws and lacked the coldness and competence of professional killers.
They fired in a panic, the bullets tracing random paths, most of them missing their targets in the chaos.
In this perilous moment, He Yuzhu displayed extraordinary agility.
He moved with agility, like a black lightning bolt, narrowly avoiding a bullet that was aimed straight at his chest. The bullet whizzed past the hem of his clothes and left a deep bullet hole in the wall behind him.
Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu's sharp eyes locked onto another bullet flying toward Huo Yingdong.
His movements were lightning fast; he had already reached out his hand almost before people could react.
That hand seemed to possess some invisible power, precisely catching the bullet.
For a moment, the whole world seemed to freeze. The bullet that was originally deadly was now in his hand as if it had been frozen in place, its momentum halted, as if marveling at He Yuzhu's bravery and fearlessness.
At that very instant, He Yuzhu's peripheral vision, sharp as a hawk's, suddenly caught sight of a bullet, accompanied by a deadly whistle, tearing through the air and flying straight toward He Hongshen with the force of a thunderbolt.
In the face of life and death, he didn't have time to think of anything before his body reacted. His arm muscles tensed instantly, bursting out with a powerful force as he forcefully pulled He Hongshen beside him.
This pull was made with all his strength and determination.
The bullet that was originally aimed precisely at He Hongshen was deflected by He Yuzhu's pull, narrowly missing He Hongshen's ear.
He Hongshen felt as if a chilling wind had suddenly swept past his ear, carrying a hint of coldness, as if the icy fingertips of death were gently caressing his ear.
His body shuddered uncontrollably, his back already soaked in cold sweat. In this way, He Yuzhu, relying on instinct and courage, helped He Hongshen escape this calamity.
This sudden change came unexpectedly, like a sudden storm in the height of summer, so swift and unprepared that it caught everyone off guard.
On that evening in March 1984, as darkness fell, the streets of Central, Hong Kong, were still bustling with traffic.
He Yuzhu had just finished a business meeting and walked out of the office building. He was wearing a sharp suit and walking briskly, completely unaware that danger was quietly approaching.
A van that had been waiting for a long time suddenly started up like a lurking wild beast.
The car door slid open suddenly, and several figures quickly emerged, their dark gun barrels pointed at He Yuzhu.
A series of rapid gunshots rang out from the van, the "bang bang bang" sound instantly shattering the tranquility of the street, causing pedestrians to scream in terror and scatter in all directions.
The car then floored the accelerator, its tires screeching violently against the ground, raising a plume of smoke as it sped away like a wild horse.
They fled at an astonishing speed, as if a deadly demon was relentlessly pursuing them. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared at the end of the street, leaving behind only a terrified crowd and the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air.
However, when everyone came to their senses, they were shocked to find that the driver was slumped over the steering wheel, blood gushing from his wounds, staining the driver's seat red, and his life hung in the balance.
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, stimulating everyone's olfactory nerves.
He Hongshen was so frightened by the terrifying scene just now that her once rosy face was now as pale as paper, like a withered leaf attacked by frost.
His body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, trembling slightly uncontrollably, and his jaw was even chattering involuntarily.
It took him a long time to wake up as if from a dream. His movements were so slow that it seemed as if every step of getting up would exhaust all his strength. He slowly sat up, his eyes still filled with deep fear, as if he were trapped in a dark abyss, unable to extricate himself.
When his gaze fell upon the shocking, deeply embedded bullet hole in the cushion, a wave of fear washed over him.
The bullet hole was dark and menacing, like the mouth of a ferocious beast, telling of the danger that had just occurred.
If He Yuzhu hadn't pulled him up, he would probably be the one lying in a pool of blood right now.
The man held He Yuzhu tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. His voice trembled as he said with lingering fear, "Oh dear, what a stroke of luck! Luckily you were quick enough to pull me away in time, otherwise that bullet would have really hit me, and the consequences would have been unimaginable! You saved my life."
Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu's face instantly broke into his signature hearty smile, his laughter so cheerful it seemed to dispel all the gloom in the world.
He extended his broad, strong hand and patted the other person's shoulder heavily, the force carrying the intimacy and concern of an elder brother.
"Hey!" he shouted, his voice booming and filled with undisguised enthusiasm. "We're like brothers, aren't we? We've been through thick and thin together, that's a bond forged in the fires of war! It's too formal to be so polite now!"
After saying that, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a set of white teeth. His tone was so relaxed that it was as if the life-or-death crisis he had just experienced was nothing more than a small farce in the streets and alleys, not worth mentioning.
Although the van that caused the trouble sped away like a wild horse and disappeared at the end of the street in an instant, the dust it kicked up seemed to tell the story of the thrilling incident that had just occurred.
But for everyone present, it felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on their hearts, and a sense of unease spread like a tide.
No one could be certain whether other gunmen were lurking in the shadows, like venomous snakes hidden in the abyss of darkness, flicking their tongues and coldly watching, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
He Yuzhu's eyes were sharp, and he quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind. He made a decisive decision and gave orders to his bodyguards in a loud voice.
The well-trained bodyguards sprang into action instantly, scattering like nimble cheetahs.
Armed with guns that gleamed coldly, their eyes sharp and alert, they scrutinized every corner, maintaining a professional and tight control over the surrounding situation to prevent any unforeseen circumstances from disrupting the brief peace.
The crowd gathered around, their expressions grave, and began to examine the area carefully.
Soon after, gasps of astonishment filled the air.
Besides the second car's driver being shot and lying dead in the driver's seat, with blood gushing down from the seat and staining it crimson, a bodyguard in the first car also met a tragic end.
The bodyguard, a burly man, lay lifeless beside the car, his suit soaked in blood, a shocking dark red.
His eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be lingering fear and resentment in his empty eyes before his death; he died with his eyes open in disbelief.
Looking at the horrific scene before him, Ye Deli felt a surge of anger rise from the bottom of his heart, instantly turning his face red.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, his chest heaving violently, and he roared through gritted teeth, "These heartless bastards, how dare they so blatantly commit such a heinous act! They are utterly despicable and hateful!"
His voice became hoarse and broken with anger, like sandpaper being rubbed.
At the same time, he clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms bulging, and his joints turning white from excessive force, as if he were about to crush the evil in the world at any moment.
Ye Han, standing to the side, his face flushed red with rage, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. He nodded repeatedly, his voice booming as he echoed, "Yes, thankfully we had the foresight to sense something was amiss and extricate ourselves from that dangerous place beforehand. You couldn't have seen it, but my heart was pounding the whole time; I had a feeling something big was about to happen. If we had only realized what was going on after things had really escalated, and been trapped inside, we would have been completely helpless, everything would have fallen apart, and it would have been too late to regret it!"
Recalling the close call that had just occurred, Ye Han still felt lingering fear, a chill ran down his spine, and he couldn't help but shiver, as if the danger was still within reach.
Chapter 591 Initial Victory
Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu's brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.
My mind raced through the calculations like a high-speed, precision instrument.
If he were in charge of planning this attack, the scale would never have been so small and insignificant.
He would definitely make sure to properly position the dump trucks in advance at those crucial intersections, like the throats of a road.
The location of each dump truck is precisely calculated, like carefully placing a piece on a chessboard.
Once the target vehicle slowly enters the designated area, he will decisively issue the command.
The dump truck was unleashed like a wild beast, crashing into the target with tremendous force.
This tactic can instantly throw the opposing convoy into chaos, causing the drivers to panic and their defenses to crumble.
Furthermore, the sheer size of the dump trucks can create a natural barrier, buying ample time for subsequent operations and greatly increasing the chances of a successful attack.
In contrast, this attack, which relied solely on a van, was nothing more than a child's play in He Yuzhu's eyes.
It's like a child wielding a toy sword; it poses no real threat to those who have fought on the battlefield and endured countless bloodshed.
A brief moment of panic swept over everyone like a tidal wave.
Having weathered the storms of the business world for many years, their mental fortitude has been honed through countless trials.
In the blink of an eye, their composure and calmness returned; this little storm was far from enough to defeat them.
He Yuzhu's expression was stern. He quickly made arrangements, leaving some of his trusted confidants to handle the aftermath.
Someone is responsible for calling the police and clearly and accurately describing the incident to them.
Others took the initiative to comfort the families of the injured, offering them sincere words and all the comfort they could.
The rest of the group hurriedly boarded the third vehicle without stopping.
As soon as the car door closed, the car shot off like an arrow, the engine roaring deafeningly, and sped away at breakneck speed.
They vanished in an instant from this place of chaos and turmoil that had just erupted.
This operation completely deviated from the previously meticulously planned route.
A resolute glint flashed in the convoy leader's eyes, and he abruptly turned the steering wheel.
The entire convoy, like a derailed train, plunged headlong into an inconspicuous alleyway.
This was undoubtedly a risky move. In previous plans, this alley was considered a cursed place and would never be ventured into.
The alleyway resembled a sleeping giant python, winding and twisting, narrow and deep, with no end in sight, like a natural maze.
The walls on both sides, weathered by time, are covered with mottled moss and exude a nauseating damp smell.
The vehicle crawled along the alley with difficulty, sometimes making sharp turns, sometimes slowly avoiding protruding stones, taking everyone on a long detour.
Each turn is like searching for a new direction in an unknown fog.
After all the twists and turns, the journey was fraught with danger. The car sped along, bullets whizzed past, and the scene was thrilling and nerve-wracking.