boyutpedia Chapter 26 I'll Take You Away
Chapter 26 I'll Take You Away
"Fuck, what's that gunshot? Are those pigs causing trouble again?"
Jack rushed out of a dilapidated prefab house.
As he ran, he frantically fastened his belt, his pants zipper undone, revealing a patch of grayish-white underwear, making him look utterly disheveled.
"How the hell should I know? Get your gun ready."
Another foreigner was standing in the open space, looking irritable. His name was Thompson, and he was a short-tempered guy.
If it weren't for Jack, driven by lust, insisting on staying here to buy Japanese goods, they would have already taken the old man back, locked him up, and gone to a pub to party.
Now, to make matters worse, I have to feed mosquitoes here in the middle of the night.
"What about this person? There's still one we haven't found."
Jack pointed to a man who was tightly bound with ropes and tied to a stake like a dog.
He was an old man with gray hair, looking a few years older than Xiao Yuanshan. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, as if carved by a knife, and he was wearing tattered burlap clothes.
With that physique, I really don't know how he's survived to this day in that cannibalistic plantation.
"Fuck, how dare you ask? Keep an eye on him, I'm going out to check!"
Thompson cursed angrily and threw the end of the rope in his hand at Jack's face.
"If you let him get away, the boss will skin you alive."
After saying that, Thompson picked up the old rifle and slowly walked towards the camp gate. His eyes showed a hint of vigilance, but more so, impatience.
In the surrounding shadows, the female workers and children huddled together, secretly watching everything with terrified eyes.
Thompson had just stepped out of the iron gate and hadn't even had a chance to see what was going on outside.
Suddenly, a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head from behind.
"Don't move."
A deep voice sounded in his ear, speaking in English.
"Are there a few supervisors inside?"
Thompson was instantly terrified, trembling like a leaf, and almost dropped the gun in his hand; the cold muzzle emanated a chilling aura.
"One... just one! Jack's inside!"
Without thinking, he blurted out the truth, his voice trembling. At a time like this, saving his life was the most important thing.
"Good boy."
The voice chuckled softly.
Before Thompson could even beg for mercy, he was kicked hard in the buttocks.
"Well!"
The kick was extremely powerful, and Thompson was thrown forward uncontrollably.
Just as he lost his balance.
"boom!"
A loud bang.
The double-barreled shotgun spewed out scorching flames.
The close-range bombardment turned Thompson's back into a sieve. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, twitching twice before going still.
If he got any closer, he would be covered in blood.
Fang Jianqiu gently wiped away the few drops of warm blood that had splattered on his face.
He skillfully bent down, grabbed Thompson's body by the collar, and lifted him off the ground.
They resorted to the same old trick.
Fang Jianqiu used the mangled corpse as a human shield and immediately walked into the camp.
In the camp.
Jack was still struggling with his belt when the sudden gunshot startled him, causing his hand to tremble and nearly strangle him.
"Thompson? Thompson!"
He called out his companion's name loudly, his voice trembling noticeably.
No one answered.
After only two shouts, a figure emerged from the shadows at the camp entrance.
By the light of the campfire, Jack could see clearly.
That's Thompson.
But he walked strangely, his head was lowered, and there was a huge bloody hole in his chest, from which blood bubbles were still bubbling.
This scene completely terrified Jack.
He almost dropped the gun in his hand; he seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.
Even at this point, he still stood like a fool in the empty open space, completely exposing himself to the gun.
These overseers, who usually act like tyrants, have a pitifully poor fighting spirit.
"I finally found you!"
Behind the corpse, Fang Jianqiu coldly stared at Jack, who was standing in the center of the open space.
He recognized the guy at a glance.
Jack was not given any chance to react.
Fang Jianqiu suddenly thrust out the heavy revolver he had hidden under the corpse's armpit.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
Bullets whistled out.
The shot hit his right forearm with perfect accuracy.
The immense force shattered his forearm bone, leaving his arm twisted at a bizarre angle, held together only by a thin layer of skin and flesh.
"Aaaaaah!"
Jack let out a pig-like scream, the excruciating pain causing him to instantly kneel on the ground, clutching his severed hand and rolling around on the floor.
Blood stained the surrounding land.
The nearby female laborers and children screamed in shock at the sight and huddled together, trembling.
Fang Jianqiu casually tossed aside the corpse blocking his way.
He strode toward Jack, and when he reached Jack's side, he crouched down and patted Jack's face, which was contorted with pain, with the barrel of his gun.
"Hold on and don't die, you still have a big use for me."
After saying that, Fang Jianqiu ignored the cripple and stood up, walking towards the old man who was tied to a wooden stake.
He noticed this person as soon as he came in.
Although the old man was tied up, his eyes were bright, staring straight at Fang Jianqiu, without the fear shown by the others.
"Old man, you've suffered."
Fang Jianqiu pulled out his sharp light cavalry saber, and with a flick of his wrist, he cut the thick hemp rope in a few strokes.
"Good man, who are you?" the old man asked, stretching his stiff wrists.
"I know Xiao Yuanshan."
Fang Jianqiu briefly stated his identity.
Upon hearing Xiao Yuanshan's name, the old man's eyes lit up with excitement, and he nodded.
"Old Xiao...no wonder. I'm from the north, there was a lot of trouble there, we almost failed, but luckily, those foreigners didn't have enough manpower, so quite a few of our brothers escaped!"
"I see."
Fang Jianqiu picked up the revolver from Jack's waist from the ground, checked the magazine, and then handed it to the old man.
"Grandpa, do you know how to use this thing?"
The old man took the gun, skillfully disengaged the safety, and grinned, revealing a few missing teeth.
"I used foreign guns when we fought against the Taiping rebels. I can't forget them. Oh, by the way, the old man's name was Shi Li."
"That's good. Brother Shi, please keep an eye on this foreigner and make sure he doesn't get away."
"Don't worry, he can't escape." The old man pointed his gun at Jack, who was still groaning on the ground, his eyes filled with a fierce look.
Fang Jianqiu nodded and turned to walk towards the female laborers huddled in the corner.
There are already few female laborers here, and even fewer of Chinese descent, only about five or six.
He immediately spotted the older women who had asked him to take care of Xiaolin; they were huddled together, looking at him in fear.
Fang Jianqiu walked over.
"Big brother?"
The women recognized him, but they were still terrified. Some of the more timid ones were so scared that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.
The bloody scene was still too stimulating for them.
Where is Kobayashi?
Fang Jianqiu tried his best to make his voice sound as gentle as possible.
The women exchanged glances, and one of the older ones pointed shakily to a dilapidated prefab house behind her.
"In...in that room. Brother Fang, it's not our fault. That child came back yesterday and kept crying. She cried herself to sleep, but this morning she developed a high fever, burning up like a furnace. We didn't have any medicine, so we could only give her some cold water..."
Fang Jianqiu nodded, showing no sign of blaming them.
The child was already thin and weak. After experiencing the tragic death of the mute girl and crying all night, it's no wonder he fell ill.
"It's alright, I'll go check it out."
Fang Jianqiu walked quickly to the front of the wooden house and pushed open the creaking wooden door.
The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of firelight coming in from outside the door.
"Brother Fang? Brother Fang?!"
Before Fang Jianqiu could even enter, two weak but joyful shouts came from the corner of the room.
Fang Jianqiu walked to that corner in a few steps.
All that could be seen was a bed made of a few rotten wooden planks, covered with a layer of blackened, withered grass.
Xiao Lin was lying in that pile of dry grass, his face flushed red and his lips chapped and peeling.
She was covered with a tattered quilt full of holes and patches, with the cotton wadding sticking out, a heartbreaking sight.
Hearing the voice, she struggled to open her eyes. Her once bright eyes now appeared somewhat cloudy, but the moment she saw Fang Jianqiu, they were instantly filled with surprise and disbelief.
"Brother Fang... why are you here..."
Xiaolin tried to sit up, but she had no strength at all. She could only stretch out a small, thin hand, as thin as a chicken claw, and weakly reach out to grab the air.
Fang Jianqiu felt a pang in his heart as he watched this scene.
He strode forward and grabbed the burning hot little hand.
"I'll take you away."