Chapter 467 - Chapter 467: A Good Suggestion
Chapter 467: A Good Suggestion
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
With the limited visibility of the night and only one flashlight above, the area it illuminated was insufficient to show the entire scene.
When Song Fan lunged forward, the man dropped the flashlight, throwing the group above into disarray. Though armed, they feared hitting their own, so they refrained from shooting and kept shouting instead.
Song Fan led the charge. She wielded a submachine gun, and although she didn’t want to attract more people, if necessary, she could take them all out with one burst.
One of the men above, panicking, fired his gun. At such close range, the shot was nearly guaranteed to hit.
Luckily, Song Fan’s instincts were sharp. She bent backward at an extreme angle, and the bullet grazed past her face.
Her heart raced, her pulse quickened, but she couldn’t afford to falter. She was the lynchpin of this ragtag group; any sign of weakness from her, and they’d fall apart.
She swiftly drew the dagger from her waist and plunged it into the chest of the man who had fired.
There were only three men above, and the first group that had ascended quickly joined the fray, subduing the watchers in seconds.
Having fired a shot, they needed to leave immediately.
Song Fan instructed Cao Lei, “Tie them up and toss them into the basin.”
Cao Lei swiftly organized, placing the captives on the elevator and sending them back down.
Finally above ground, everyone sighed in relief. Someone suggested finding a phone or radio to contact the outside world.
Song Fan scoffed internally. Most of these people were criminals. Even if they found a way to communicate, who would they call for help? The police?
“These people must have satellite phones or computers to contact the outside world. We need to find their base,” Song Fan suggested.
Her words elicited quiet cheers, as if victory was already in their grasp.
But barely twenty minutes into their trek, they heard footsteps approaching.
The tension returned, and Song Fan gestured for everyone to hide. They quickly and skillfully found cover, though their faces betrayed their anxiety.
“Wait for my signal,” Song Fan whispered.
She hoped the approaching group consisted of only three people. Their steps indicated they were mercenaries, and she banked on outnumbering them.
If there were only three, she could handle two quickly, and the others could overwhelm the last. But if there were more, she wasn’t confident.
She sprinted toward a tree about thirty meters away, intending to draw their fire and protect her group.
Before she reached cover, the enemy fired, not hesitating.
Song Fan dodged swiftly, her senses heightened, feeling every shift around her. She returned fire but couldn’t see her targets clearly, only managing to hit one.
Behind the tree, she crouched, temporarily safe but pinned down by precise enemy fire.
Finally, her comrades opened fire, and Song Fan joined in. Two enemies fell, leaving their fate uncertain. The third was hit by a barrage from her group and went down.
“Boss, are you okay?” Cao Lei’s trembling voice called out.
“I’m fine,” Song Fan emerged, seeing the three mercenaries dead.
The gunfight had been loud; reinforcements would arrive soon.
“Move quickly. We’ve been exposed,” she commanded, setting a brisk pace.
But few followed, and someone whispered, “Miss, this is our first time using guns. Going to their base is suicide.”
One voice of doubt quickly gained support.
“Yeah, I’m out of bullets.”
“If they’re mercenaries, how can we stand against them?”
Song Fan turned, staring coldly at the first speaker, a fat man, “Do you have a better suggestion?”
The fat man shrank but, seeing support around him, straightened up, “You seem like you have military experience. Why don’t you take the strongest among us? We’d only slow you down.”
Swallowing hard, he added, “I’ll lead the rest to hide and wait for you.”