69novels Chapter 111: A single shot shatters the father-son bond; a silencing order comes from the father him
Chapter 111: A single shot shatters the father-son bond; a silencing order comes from the father him
The enormous rotors tore through the air, swirling up rotting leaves and foul-smelling mud from the jungle.
Zhao Ruilong lay prone in the mud, his right leg, half severed, twisted at a nauseating angle. The white bone fragments pierced through his expensive trousers, and blood mixed with mud and water pooled beneath him, forming a dark red puddle.
The excruciating pain surged through his nerves like a tidal wave, but he couldn't care less.
He stared intently at the black helicopter hovering overhead, which looked like the only spider silk he could see in hell.
"I'm here! I'm Zhao Ruilong!"
He frantically waved his mud-covered hand, his face streaked with tears and snot, showing none of the arrogance and domineering nature he usually displayed as the young master of Handong.
"Help me! Put down the rope ladder! My dad is Zhao Lichun! Make him give me more money! More money!"
Amidst the roar of the rotors, the helicopter did not drop the lifeline as he had hoped.
Instead, its fuselage is tilted slightly to the side, lowering its altitude.
Beneath the fuselage, the dark 30mm aircraft cannon, accompanied by the hum of its motor, slowly adjusted its angle.
The cold muzzle of the cannon was pointed directly at Zhao Ruilong, who was wriggling like a maggot in the mud.
The ecstasy on Zhao Ruilong's face froze at that moment.
Although he was an idle and good-for-nothing playboy, he had handled guns and seen blood. The moment the infrared sights landed on his forehead, he understood their meaning.
This is not a rescue.
This is an execution.
"No...no...I'm Xiaolong..." Zhao Ruilong's lips trembled, his pupils reflecting the deathly muzzle of the cannon. A chill more piercing than a severed leg shot from his tailbone to the top of his head. "Dad? Dad! I'm your son! Don't kill me!!"
"boom--"
His response was the first roar of the machine gun after it had been preheated.
Just as that shell, powerful enough to tear a human body to pieces, was about to leave the barrel, at the critical moment...
A dark figure darted out from the bushes on the side like a cheetah.
Qi Tongwei did not pounce on Zhao Ruilong; only a saint would do something so foolish.
He didn't even glance at Zhao Ruilong, but instead swung his muscular long leg and kicked a nearby corpse hard.
That was the bodyguard "Butcher" who had just jumped off the building with Zhao Ruilong on his back and died.
The burly man's corpse, weighing over 200 pounds, was sent flying like a rag doll by Qi Tongwei's terrifyingly powerful kick, crashing heavily onto Zhao Ruilong.
"Bang!"
The immense impact carried Zhao Ruilong and the corpse into a natural crater nearby.
Almost at the same time.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"
Flames spewed out.
A series of 30mm high-explosive shells exploded in the mud, sending mud flying several meters high. A row of horrifying craters instantly appeared where Zhao Ruilong had just been lying. If it had been half a second later, this young master Zhao would now be a pile of indistinguishable minced meat.
The helicopter pilot clearly didn't expect anyone to dare to intercept him at this moment. The helicopter made a tactical circle in the air, preparing for a second round of finishing blows.
"You're asking for it."
Qi Tongwei knelt on one knee and smoothly placed the heavy CheyTac M200 sniper rifle on a moss-covered rock.
This is no ordinary sniping.
This is mortals declaring war on steel behemoths.
【Eagle Eye Vision】, fully activated.
The world rapidly faded in his eyes, transforming into a black-and-white network of lines and data. Wind speed, humidity, rotor speed, fuselage tilt... all the data were frantically processed in his mind.
That seemingly impenetrable steel fortress was full of flaws in his eyes.
There is a palm-sized seam in the armor at the connection between the fuel tank and the rear rotor.
That's its Achilles' heel.
"You dare call yourself aerial firepower?"
Qi Tongwei's lips curled into a cold, extremely contemptuous smile as he steadily pulled the trigger with his index finger.
"Bang!!!"
A specially made .408 caliber armor-piercing incendiary round was fired from the barrel.
The expensive bullet left a visible white shockwave in the air, the trajectory of death's scythe slicing through the void.
There was absolutely no suspense.
A kilometer away, a dazzling burst of fire suddenly erupted from the tail of the helicopter that was preparing to dive.
Immediately afterwards, the flames, like a greedy venomous snake, instantly devoured the entire fuselage along the oil line.
"BOOM—!!!"
The violent explosion made the entire valley vibrate.
The once arrogant armed helicopter had now turned into a huge burning fireball, spinning as it plummeted from mid-air and crashed heavily into the depths of the dense forest hundreds of meters away.
The rising mushroom cloud turned the dark night sky a fiery red.
A blast of air, carrying scorching heat, rushed towards Qi Tongwei, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.
He slowly stood up, casually slung the scorching hot sniper rifle over his shoulder, and against the backdrop of the raging fire, his cold and stern face resembled that of a demon lord crawling out of hell.
"In this world."
Qi Tongwei kicked away the rubble at his feet, looked at the burning wreckage, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were saying that the moonlight was nice tonight.
"I am the heavens."
A series of hurried and disordered footsteps came from behind.
Ye Cunxin stumbled and ran over.
Her once priceless red haute couture silk gown was now reduced to a pitiful shred of cloth, large swathes of her fair skin exposed to the gunpowder-filled air.
The right side of her skirt ripped all the way to her thigh, revealing her long, straight, and shapely legs with her hurried steps. A few drops of dark red blood stained the delicate flesh on the inside of her thigh, which, in the firelight, exuded a bewitching allure that made one's blood boil.
The silk blouse that should have been tightly wrapped around her upper body had two buttons popped open during the battle, revealing her deep cleavage, which rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Fine beads of sweat slid down her delicate collarbone and flowed into that alluring abyss.
She wasn't wearing shoes.
Those once pampered, delicate feet, accustomed only to red carpets, were now barefoot on the muddy ground strewn with pebbles and thorns. A few fine scratches on their ankles added to their broken beauty.
"Qi Tongwei!"
Ye Cunxin rushed to his side, grabbing his arm tightly with both hands. Her usually arrogant peach blossom eyes were now frighteningly bright, burning with an almost morbid obsession and worship.
She didn't care about the crashed helicopter, nor did she care about Zhao Ruilong screaming in the crater.
She only had eyes for this man.
That shot just now was too wild and too domineering.
The absolute power she felt—the feeling of trampling and crushing these top-tier nobles and heavy war machines underfoot—was like a potent aphrodisiac, instantly shattering all her psychological defenses.
"Stop being a jerk, get to work."
Qi Tongwei withdrew his arm and lightly slapped her firm, full buttocks with his other hand. The elastic feel of the slap was clearly visible even through the torn fabric of her skirt.
Ye Cunxin's body went limp from the slap, and a sweet hum escaped her throat. Instead of being angry, she obediently clung to his back like a little female dog who had been rewarded, raising the Browning pistol in her hand and warily staring into the darkness around her.
Qi Tongwei walked to the edge of the pit.
Zhao Ruilong is not dead yet.
The butcher's corpse shielded him from most of the shrapnel, but he was in a state that was no better than dead.
His face was charred black, and the wound on his broken leg was white and turned outward due to soaking in mud and water. He was curled up in a ball, trembling like a frightened quail.
"Help...help me..."
When Zhao Ruilong saw Qi Tongwei's emotionless military boots come into view, he grasped at them like a lifeline. He stretched out his bloodied hand and grabbed Qi Tongwei's trouser leg tightly, his fingernails digging into the soil.
"Director Qi...no, Master Qi! Ancestor Qi! Save me! I don't want to die! It's a misunderstanding...it was all that pilot's doing!"
Zhao Ruilong cried incoherently, snot and tears mixed with the soot on his face, flowing into his mouth. He looked like a broken-backed dog. "I have money! I have three hundred million in a Swiss bank! US dollars! It's all yours! Just take me with you!"
"Three hundred million?"