Chapter 039: The Long Night

Although Wang Bo had fallen asleep, this did not mean that the long night had come to an end.

On the contrary, this night was only the beginning.

An hour later, the Golden Triangle area.

A black SUV sped along the dilapidated dirt road. The man driving was about thirty years old, wearing a worn-out military green uniform. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring straight ahead, his right foot pressing the accelerator desperately, and every few seconds his eyes darted to the rearview mirror.

If his colleagues were to witness this scene, they would surely exclaim in disbelief.

In the eyes of his colleagues, this man possessed a powerful resistance to pressure—able to face the collapse of Mount Tai without changing his expression—and no matter when or where, he could calmly and steadily deal with anything.

But at this moment, the man who should have been composed showed a trace of anxiety and...

Panic!

Judging by his frequent glances at the rearview mirror of the SUV, he seemed to be worried about something behind him.

He floored the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle roared as it continuously accelerated. Though it was merely an off-road vehicle, it tore along with the wild speed usually reserved for expensive sports cars in a rally race.

Yet even so, the man still showed no sign of relaxation.

Because he was worried.

Behind him, a monster—like a wild beast, no, more terrifying than any wild beast—was in relentless pursuit. Even though he had pushed the off-road vehicle to two hundred miles per hour, he still felt no sense of safety.

A few minutes later, when the man once again glanced at the rearview mirror, he seemed to see something flash by.

The man's face darkened.

The thing he feared seemed to have happened.

A dull thud came from the roof of the car, as if something had fallen from the sky and landed on it.

For a moment, the man's heart rate suddenly shot up to over a hundred beats per minute.

The next second, the roof of the off-road vehicle was pierced by a hand like steel. The hard steel roof seemed as fragile as paper, offering no protection at all. The hand descended from above, grabbed the man by the neck, and yanked him upward.

With a sharp tearing sound, the man was slammed through the roof of the car from his seat, yanked out of the vehicle by brute force.

Before he could see who was grabbing him, he was flung away by a tremendous force.

The man flew dozens of meters like a cannonball, then crashed to the ground with a thud. The immense impact instantly shattered all the bones in his body, and his internal organs were dislocated as a result.

The man couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

As his life hung by a thread, the man opened his eyes wide and looked ahead.

A steel military boot appeared in the man's blurry field of vision. He raised his head with difficulty—a movement that once required no effort at all now drained all his strength.

What came into the man's view was a man in a red military uniform, with a cold and evil countenance.

"General..." the man said weakly.

The man addressed as General looked down at the dying man, his gaze filled with not only anger but also cruel murderous intent. "I trusted you as my confidant, never imagining you would betray me."

The man said with difficulty, “I am…”

"Enough, I don't care if you're from Interpol, the FBI, or some other organization—in any case, no one who betrays me comes to a good end!"

The general's eyes suddenly snapped open, and an invisible force instantly pierced through the man's body.

This force instantly exploded, tearing the man's body to shreds.

A head flew high into the air, then fell to the ground. But surprisingly, although the man was dead, there was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

It was as if he had fulfilled some mission and died without regret.

Ring, ring, ring……

Just then, the general's phone rang. He answered, and an anxious voice came through: "It's terrible, General. Guo Wei has been caught by the Flying Dragon Team in Hong Kong. Our forces in Hong Kong have been swept away by the Hong Kong police. A large amount of drugs has been seized, and we've lost an estimated 100 million dollars."

The general's face grew even darker, and he erupted in fury, "A bunch of useless idiots!!!"

The person on the phone dared not make a sound.

The general suppressed the rage in his heart and said calmly, "Will, you will go to Hong Kong Island now and rescue Guo Wei."

Weir hesitated, paused, and said, "But General, the Hong Kong police must have set up a dragnet by now. With my strength alone, I may not be able to rescue Guo Wei."

"Then take a few more people with you. Do I need to teach you even this, you waste?"

"Yes, General." Will said instinctively. "I guarantee the mission will be completed."

The general grunted in acknowledgment, then, as if something occurred to him, said coldly, “If you fail the mission and cannot rescue Guo Wei, then kill him. Don’t let him speak. Understand?”

Wil was startled, sensing the murderous intent in the general's words, and his heart seemed to sink into an icy abyss.

"I... I understand." Will stammered.

The general nodded with satisfaction. This was exactly the way to deal with these subordinates who were never helpful but always troublesome. Only by making them fear him more could he better control these useless wretches.

After hanging up the phone, the general expressionlessly raised his foot and crushed the head of the man who had betrayed him with a single stomp.

Then, he turned and left.

……

Meanwhile, at St. Paul's Hospital on Hong Kong Island.

Intensive care unit.

After an hour of emergency treatment, the handsome young man was out of danger and was transferred to this ward.

The commander of the Flying Dragon team was asking the doctor about his condition.

The doctor exclaimed in amazement, "The patient's bodily functions are extremely vigorous, and his self-hematopoiesis is very fast. To be honest, I have never seen such a physically strong patient; even athletes and boxers cannot compare to him."

"Although his body has suffered severe trauma, he is now out of life-threatening danger. However, due to excessive blood loss, he remains unconscious."

"But please rest assured, he is expected to wake up within forty-eight hours, and then he can be moved out of the intensive care unit to a regular ward."

The commander nodded and said, "Thank you, doctor."

“You're welcome.”

After the doctor left, the commander walked out of the ward. Several members of the Flying Dragon Squad in the corridor quickly stood up and raised their hands in salute.

The commander waved his hand, signaling everyone not to be too formal, then turned to his deputy and said, "Have you found out the specific identity of this guy?"

The adjutant said, "The information we've found so far isn't much. We only know that this guy is called Guo Wei, who returned to Hong Kong from the United States three years ago. On the surface, he is the president of a seafood wholesale company, owns his own fleet, is an orphan with no family, and has kept a low profile since arriving in Hong Kong, rarely participating in the lives of high society there."