N-A-A Chapter 68 Settling Ali
Chapter 68 Settling Ali
Seeing those traitors, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly: "These fools, do they really think they can get promoted and make a fortune by joining the collaborators? Dream on!"
The Japanese used the tactic of "using Chinese to control Chinese." Unless these traitors had irreplaceable merits, they could only get a basic job that barely made a living. Their living standards were not even as good as they had in the organization. Those who were lucky were sent to the Northeast to do hard labor or work as laborers. They didn't even have the chance to live a decent life.
There are only so many positions at No. 76. It's one radish per hole. If you want to climb up, you have to push others down. Do you really think those traitors will obediently make room for you?
Yan Shuo chuckled inwardly and quickened his pace.
His gaze swept across the corners of each cell like a searchlight, passing by the haggard, distorted faces behind the iron bars, but he didn't see Ali's figure.
My heart sank lower and lower, and a chill ran up my spine. Could it be that Ali really didn't make it?
He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly. The interrogation room hadn't been searched yet; as long as he hadn't seen the body with his own eyes, there was still hope.
Just as I reached the door of the interrogation room, that familiar yet disheveled figure came into view—it was Ali!
Ali was of medium build and slightly muscular, and years of special agent training had given him firm muscles and an explosive power.
But at this moment, that sense of power was dimmed by the extreme torment.
His facial features remained strong and well-defined, but his originally dark skin was now an unnatural pale white, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were stuck together with sweat and blood, obscuring half of his eyes.
His chapped lips were pressed tightly together, with traces of blood seeping from between them, clearly indicating that he had gritted his teeth and endured it.
His clothes were already torn to shreds, and his bare arms and chest were covered with crisscrossing whip marks, some so deep that the skin was turned inside out, and others so shallow that they were red, swollen and purple.
There were also several irregular burn marks, emitting wisps of white smoke, with bright red blood flowing down the wounds, staining the tattered clothes mottled and black.
His hands were chained to the wall with heavy iron chains, his wrists were worn raw and bloody, and his feet were also shackled with heavy chains that dragged on the ground with a cold clanging sound.
He leaned against the cold wall, his shoulders trembling slightly, but he still held his neck straight, his eyes holding an unquenchable flame, revealing a stubbornness that would rather die than submit.
Yan Shuo tiptoed closer, gently touching Ali's nose with his fingertips. The faint breath brushed against his fingertips. Thank goodness, he was alive!
His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled. He took out a sedative injection from his pocket, gently injected it into Ali's neck, and the drug took effect immediately. Ali's tense body slowly relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, no longer having to endure the torment.
Yan Shuo drew his sharp knife from his waist, the blade slicing through the chain lock with a few crisp "snap" sounds, and the heavy chains and shackles fell to the ground.
He carefully carried Ali on his back. Ali's body was very heavy, and the wound on his back rubbed against Yan Shuo's clothes, causing blood to seep out. But Yan Shuo didn't dare to delay for a moment and turned to walk out of the interrogation room.
"Help me! Help me!" As soon as they reached the cell block, prisoners behind the iron bars on either side lunged at them like madmen, grabbing the bars and shaking them violently, their hoarse cries echoing, "Take me with you! Please!"
"Damn it!" Yan Shuo frowned and cursed inwardly.
Saving one Ali was dangerous enough, how could they possibly save a whole group?
He didn't stop walking, ignoring the shouts.
But one bald prisoner was the loudest, even banging his head against the bars, making a loud "thump thump" sound, as if afraid of not alerting the guards.
Yan Shuo's eyes turned cold. He pulled out a silenced pistol and with a "thud," the bald prisoner's head lolled to the side, and he fell into the cell, instantly becoming silent.
The shouts around them stopped abruptly, and all the prisoners shrank back in fear, their eyes filled with terror.
This is the dark side of human nature.
I am not worried about scarcity but about inequality; I am not afraid of suffering together but I am afraid of others escaping suffering first.
If you were imprisoned like them, you might be able to become brothers with them.
But once you're rescued while they're still trapped here, they'd love to drag you down with them, even if it means yelling and attracting the guards.
Yan Shuo knew this all too well.
Rescuing one person is easy; it's a small target, requires minimal disturbance, and allows for a quick escape.
But if we were to rescue a large group of people, let alone break through, just organizing them would take half a day; it would be suicidal.
Even if they were to be rescued by chance, their subsequent resettlement would be even more troublesome. At least here they would have food to eat and wouldn't have to live in fear of being hunted down.
Once outside, if anyone is arrested again, the previously arranged addresses and contact points will likely be exposed, which would be a huge loss.
Carrying Ali on his back, he walked briskly across the silent prison area, his feet sinking into the cold ground.
The prisoners huddled in the corner, looking at him with complicated expressions, no longer daring to make a sound.
As he stepped out of the cell, the stand-in doll at the door remained in its smoking, guarding posture, and nodded slightly in greeting when he came out.
Yan Shuo carried Ali on his back and quickly walked to the courtyard wall. He climbed up the ladder and, when he crossed the top of the wall, he made sure to protect Ali so that his wound would not come into contact with the barbed wire.
Upon landing, the weapon doll waiting nearby immediately retracted the ladder and quickly stuffed it into its spatial ring.
Not far away, a black sedan had already started up. Yan Shuo carried Ali into the back seat, while the weapon doll sat in the driver's seat. He stepped on the gas, and the car, like a black shadow, instantly disappeared into the thick night, speeding towards the safe house.
The safe house wasn't located in the concession area, but rather in a wealthy residential area. Many Japanese and puppet officials and wealthy merchants lived there; it appeared prosperous, but in reality, it was a "blind spot." Japanese and puppet agents assumed everyone there was "one of their own" and rarely came to inspect it, making it extremely safe.
The house is looked after by a team member who comes to maintain it every few days. The house also has a hidden mezzanine with a clean bed and all the necessary amenities.
Yan Shuo gently placed Ali on the bed in the mezzanine, brought out two weapon dolls, handed them medicine and clean gauze, and instructed, "Clean his wounds, apply the medicine, and be careful not to wake him up."
The weapon doll nodded in agreement and began to bustle about methodically. Yan Shuo then placed a stack of banknotes and enough medicine for half a month on the bedside table. After confirming that nothing was forgotten, he turned and left the safe house.
When I got home, the living room light was still on.
Li Zhiyao, wearing a thick coat, was dozing on the sofa when she heard the door open. She immediately woke up with a start, her eyes bloodshot, clearly worried and unable to sleep all night.
"You're back?" She hurried over to greet him, her voice hoarse from just waking up, but unable to hide her joy.
"Yes, I'm back." Yan Shuo's voice also sounded tired.
Li Zhiyao quickly took the blood-stained coat from his body, handed it to the maid Xiao Hong beside him, and then turned to the kitchen to fetch hot water: "Quickly wash up, I've warmed some water for you. Xiao Hong, hurry up and bring the food up!"
Xiao Hong responded and quickly walked into the kitchen.