Chapter 994: He Yuzhu's Moment of Crisis

Xiao Wang immediately urged, "Th-then Mr. He, you must hurry and go with me! They said if we're late... if we're late, they're going to kill the hostages!"

He Yuzhu gave a few low-voiced instructions to Bureau Chief Zhang, then drove off toward the southern suburbs with Xiao Wang.

On the way, He Yuzhu asked casually, "Do you have their phone number?"

Xiao Wang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes! They seem to know the Yu family very well; they called Mrs. Yu's phone, and I have the mobile phone in my hand right now."

He Yuzhu said, "Then call them right now and tell them we'll be there in a moment."

Xiao Wang immediately dialed the kidnappers' number.

As soon as the call connected, a rough voice asked bluntly in English: "Did you bring the money?"

Xiao Wang replied without hesitation: "Brought it, brought it! We borrowed money everywhere for this, and it was hard enough to scrape together one million US dollars!"

A burst of mocking laughter came from the other end of the line, followed immediately by a voice saying sinisterly: "Let me tell you, don't try any tricks with us. If you dare to play tricks, neither Boss Yu nor his son will live to see today."

Xiao Wang said cautiously: "Rest assured, Boss Yu has many businesses here and isn't short of this bit of money; you must treat them well."

He Yuzhu, listening from the side, suddenly interjected: "Let me hear Boss Yu's voice, otherwise, you won't get this money."

The other party paused, and the rough voice laughed loudly: "Yo, you're an experienced one, you don't sound afraid at all..."

He Yuzhu interrupted him unhurriedly: "I don't like listening to nonsense. Boss Yu is my friend, and I am the one providing this money. If I can't see the person, I naturally won't give the money. Don't play those finger-cutting or ear-slicing games with me!"

A cacophony of mocking laughter came from the phone, and after a while, the rough voice shouted: "Drag Boss Yu over and let him say a few words."

Before long, Boss Yu's weak voice came through: "Who is this?"

He Yuzhu replied: "It's me, Zhou Cang." — This time, He Yuzhu was using the alias Zhou Cang within the delegation, a fact Boss Yu was aware of.

Upon hearing this, Boss Yu's voice revealed a hint of gratitude: "Mr. Zhou, I've troubled you. I know you are a capable person; rest assured, I will reimburse you for the money you've put up."

He Yuzhu's tone was firm: "Boss Yu, you are too polite. We remember everything you have done for us. Rest assured, we will definitely rescue you."

He then said to the person on the other end of the line: "If you don't believe I have the money, send someone over to verify it. Rest assured, not a single cent of this money is missing. However, if you lay another finger on Boss Yu from this moment on, I will never let you off."

The rough voice on the phone laughed again, laughing for quite a while before saying sarcastically: "You must be from the Huaxia delegation, right?"

He Yuzhu said candidly: "You guessed right. I am from the delegation, and I am responsible for security."

The other party's voice sharpened: "That's good, I'll be waiting for you."

After hanging up the phone, He Yuzhu drove for over forty minutes until an abandoned factory area finally appeared before his eyes.

By the looks of it, this place was likely a fertilizer plant in the past; everywhere were dilapidated factory buildings and exposed, rusted pipes crisscrossing in a mess, and it hadn't been in operation for at least a dozen years.

Just as He Yuzhu's car drove into the factory gate, a "Bang!" of a gunshot rang out, the bullet grazing the window glass and leaving only a shallow dent on it.

He Yuzhu did not change his expression and said to Xiao Wang: "Call them and tell them not to pull such low-class stunts, otherwise they won't get a single cent. Tell them to send two people over to inspect the goods."

After Xiao Wang finished the call, it wasn't long before two black men wearing camouflage military uniforms wandered over.

Each of them held an AK-47 in their hands, with a Military Dagger tucked into their belts.

He Yuzhu rolled down a crack in the car window and shouted to the two men: "Come up, you can inspect the cash inside the car."

The two exchanged glances, whispered a few words, and then opened the car door and got in.

Who would have thought that the moment their butts hit the seats, He Yuzhu already had a gun in each hand, steadily pressed against their heads.

The two were startled, but in an instant, they grinned—they were clearly used to licking blood off the edge of a knife and weren't about to be scared out of their wits.

One of them chuckled: "Our lives are cheap, worth only a few hundred US dollars each. But Boss Yu's net worth, tsk tsk, is not cheap."

He Yuzhu snorted coldly: "Kill you? I'd think it would dirty my car."

Having said that, he picked up a leather suitcase from the passenger seat and handed it over casually.

The two opened it to see brand-new US dollars stacked neatly inside, the bills crisp and the smell of ink not yet dissipated.

They checked it over and over, even pulling one out from the very bottom to hold up to their eyes for a close inspection, before finally nodding after a long while: "It's indeed real."

Seeing that they had finished inspecting, He Yuzhu turned his head to Xiao Wang and said: "Make the call. Payment upon delivery; have them bring Boss Yu and his son over. I will send these two people and this one million US dollars over."

The rough voice chuckled on the phone: "Don't be in such a hurry, I'll send Boss Yu over right now."

Not long after, a dense crowd of people suddenly surged out from behind a ruin, numbering at least a hundred. The weapons this group held were a motley collection—there were AK-47s, Chinese-made Type 56s, as well as German, French, and Italian ones; they had gathered firearms from all over the world, looking like an arms expo.

He Yuzhu couldn't be bothered to ponder where they got their bullets or if the ammunition would be mismatched, because he had already seen through this group's true intentions—they never intended to hand over the hostages; it was purely a double-cross, intending to kill him on the spot or kidnap him directly, while conveniently swallowing the one million US dollars.

He Yuzhu had already made his calculations.

Without the slightest hesitation in the car, he struck like lightning—chopping Xiao Wang unconscious with one palm, then immediately knocking the two black men unconscious as well, tucking them all into his space in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, he couldn't afford to worry about the two tons of gold; he directly activated the Space-Time Shuttle function and teleported inside the factory.

Because he had heard clearly on the phone earlier, Boss Yu's voice had come from nearby, and there was no sign of Boss Yu in the crowd; the hostages must be held elsewhere.

After appearing deep within the factory area, he immediately activated Scanning and quickly locked onto a workshop—there were three people inside.

He Yuzhu took off running toward that direction.

As for that group of people, they swarmed over, blocking the entire car completely.

Dozens of dark gun barrels were aimed in unison at the car windows, and someone shouted at the top of their lungs: "Major Hasan, there's no one in the car!"

Hasan pulled open the car door and saw that it was indeed empty inside.

He then violently flipped open the trunk, and there was still no one.

He even crawled under the car to look, but apart from the dust all over the ground, there wasn't even a shadow.

Major Hasan exploded on the spot, turning his head to roar at the few people responsible for keeping watch: "How were you few watching the people? How did they disappear? Where are our two brothers?"

Those few lookouts were so scared they shook their heads like rattles, stammering: "Major, th-this place is flat as a pancake, they shouldn't... they shouldn't have just disappeared like that!"

While things were in a state of chaos over there, He Yuzhu had already crept to the outside of the workshop where the hostages were being held.

He slipped in silently and saw a black man with a shaved head standing inside, an AK-47 slung over his shoulder, chewing gum and mumbling something, sounding like improvised rap.

In the corner, Boss Yu and his son were curled up in a ball, shivering uncontrollably, with clear signs of having been beaten on their faces.

He Yuzhu flicked his wrist, and a Flying Knife flew from his hand, pinning itself precisely into the back of the black man's head.

The guy didn't even let out a groan, falling face-first onto the ground, twitching a few times before going still.

When Boss Yu and his son saw that the person who arrived was He Yuzhu, their eyes lit up instantly, and they shouted in a low voice, both surprised and overjoyed: "Factory Director He! Where are those people?"

He Yuzhu said in a low voice, "Boss Yu, my apologies, I will take you out first."

Before his voice had even faded, he chopped the back of Boss Yu's neck with his palm, then lightly knocked his son unconscious as well, and took both of them into his space.

Only then did He Yuzhu quietly sneak out of the workshop, circle back to the front, and see that the group of people was using gun butts to smash and their feet to kick his Bulletproof Car.

The tempered glass had already been smashed to pieces, but the car body was made of steel plate, so after kicking it for a long time, there was no major change.

He Yuzhu no longer stood on ceremony; he raised his machine gun and unleashed a sweeping barrage at the dense crowd.

Just as he was firing with satisfaction, on a water tower one kilometer away, a white sniper was aiming a Mosin-Nagant 1891 at his head.