Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Chapter 307 Hostages

"Holy crap, this gear is amazing?"

"This one's worth 50,000, this one's worth another 50,000, we're rich!" Boss Jin rummaged through the corpses of the first squad, looting valuable equipment.

Boss Jin lay face down on the blood-stained ground, with the mutilated corpses of three members of Squad One lying in front of him.

The air was filled with that nauseating smell of rust and the stench of excrement.

While violently retching, Boss Jin reached out and rummaged through the equipment.

"Ugh...!" Each dry heave was accompanied by his trembling movements. He tried his best not to touch the corpse, but when his fingertips occasionally brushed against the warm, sticky bits of flesh, he would still shake his hand frantically.

"Disgusting!" Boss Jin covered his mouth, gagging. "How could they beat him like that?"

As he spoke, he continued searching, after all, what did disgust matter, those equipment were real money!

"My God, what are all these things?! This muzzle is worth tens of thousands! And this grip! It's so thick! Ugh—!"

Boss Jin's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was twisted into a distorted expression, a mixture of greed for wealth and fear of rotting flesh.

Boss Jin's obese body lay amidst a pool of bloody, mangled flesh on the ground as he dry-heaved and rummaged through the ground for valuable equipment.

He was so focused on dealing with the gruesome visual impact of the shredded flesh that he didn't notice Qi Yuzhe had just fired a shot in the computer room, nor did he notice that Han Che had already left his sight.

He flipped through this and that, and kept turning over this and that.

It wasn't until a cold gun barrel was pressed against his forehead that Boss Jin stopped what he was doing. He looked up in confusion, and in his small eyes, he saw Brother Qiang's face, which was full of disdain and doubt.

What's Brother Qiang doing here?

Before Boss Jin could react, he muttered casually, "Brother Qiang? What are you doing here? Is there something you need?"

Qiang Ge practically held his nose and took a half-step back. He glanced around at the gruesome scene of death, his stomach churning. "I was about to ask you that! What are you doing here? What exactly happened here?"

Following Qiang Ge's gaze, Boss Jin scanned his surroundings. The sight of the mangled corpses made him gag uncontrollably again. "Ugh! Just now... just now Han Che rushed out and killed all three of them."

Upon hearing this, Qiang Ge frowned, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Han Che? Those three grenades didn't kill him? Even if they didn't, he should have been seriously injured. How could he still have the strength to launch a counterattack and kill the three members of Team One?"

Boss Jin shook his big head, his cowardly appearance making Qiang Ge feel even more absurd. "I don't know, the grenade must have hit him. He was badly injured, but he did kill the person."

Qiang was speechless for a moment. After carefully examining the battle situation in the corridor and the horrific deaths of the three team members, he almost couldn't help but groan, "Ugh!"

Qiang stood beside the pool of blood, forcibly suppressing the acid churning in his stomach. He glanced back at Huang Mao.

The blond-haired man was no longer wearing his worn-out helmet, and his head was wrapped in bandages that were seeping blood. He leaned close to Qiang Ge's ear, his eyes venomous, and said, "Qiang Ge, let's finish this fat pig off, then our mission will be complete, right? I'll shoot now, lest something goes wrong."

As he spoke, the blond-haired man raised his gun, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Boss Jin's forehead.

Boss Jin was instantly terrified. Ignoring the filth on the ground, he immediately knelt down at Qiang Ge's feet, grabbed his trouser leg, and cried uncontrollably, "No! Don't kill me! Qiang Ge, I was wrong, please don't kill me!"

Qiang kicked him away, "What are you afraid of? Didn't you die once last time when you framed the boss of Club 78? You weren't afraid then, so why are you afraid now? You'll be resurrected! Didn't we discuss a plan before entering the map? What are you afraid of now!"

He kicked Boss Jin over, cocked his rifle with a click, and pointed it at Boss Jin's head.

"No! No, Brother Qiang!" Boss Jin quickly steadied himself before being kicked over and scrambled over a few steps.

"Kill Han Che and the others! Brother Qiang, kill them!" Boss Jin's mind raced. He didn't want to die; he'd never been so afraid of death. His survival instinct drove him to shout, "Han Che and the others are in the computer room. Their goal is to protect me. Don't let me die!"

"Brother Qiang, grab me and force them out! Make them trade places with me one-on-one; they'll definitely agree for the sake of the club's reputation!"

"Then I'll go back and stab the other one in the back, and kill them both in the next scene. I'll definitely get praise from the boss, Brother Qiang!"

When Qiang Ge first saw the fat man at his feet spouting such a long string of words, he thought it made sense and realized that it actually had some merit.

If we really kill this fat guy and run away in a hurry, it might really provoke dissatisfaction from the bald eagles.

They provided so much equipment, weapons, and funding, aiming to create a huge buzz for the Jokers; they certainly wouldn't allow themselves to end things so hastily.

Upon hearing this, Qiang Ge slightly loosened his grip on the trigger.

He stared coldly at Boss Jin for a few seconds and realized that although the fat man was afraid of death, he was actually quite shrewd.

Brother Qiang raised his chin, signaling two of his men to step forward and lift Boss Jin off the ground, while he himself stood behind him, pointing a gun at the back of Boss Jin's head.

"Brother Qiang, please don't kill me, Brother Qiang!" Boss Jin's face was ashen, and his whole body was trembling like a leaf as he pleaded repeatedly.

"Stop yelling! You're right, let's call Han Che and the others to rescue you now!" Qiang Ge said coldly from behind him.

Upon hearing this, Boss Jin breathed a sigh of relief, nodded repeatedly, took a deep breath, and shouted towards the computer room, "Help! Help! Han Che, help!"

Han Che and Qi Yuzhe, who had just returned from the computer room, realized something was wrong and heard Boss Jin's cries for help, which made them feel uneasy.

Qi Yuzhe rushed to the observation window and checked the situation through the crack. Sure enough, he saw Boss Jin being held captive at the corner of the corridor, and it was indeed Boss Jin calling for help.

He peeked out from the corner of the wall, his large body completely obscuring his back.

"Stop hiding, Han Che! We've caught Boss Jin. If you don't want him to die, come out now, or I'll shoot him dead!" Brother Qiang shouted from around the corner of the corridor.

He learned from the lesson of the blond guy getting his head blown off, and this time he was very cautious, not revealing a single detail.

Han Che and Qi Yuzhe exchanged a glance. Qi Yuzhe shook his head, indicating to Han Che that this was clearly a trap and they should not fall for it.

Han Che's eyes were sharp, and he nodded slightly, indicating that he must go.

Helpless, Qi Yuzhe gestured to indicate that he was setting up his gun, signaling Han Che to be vigilant and adapt to any situation.

Han Che immediately understood, and then Qi Yuzhe flipped over and stood on the table, using the M700 to prop up the gun at the corner of the corridor.

After Qi Yuzhe finished preparing, Han Che adjusted his state, took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the computer room, and strode out.