Special Forces Medic-Chapter 547 - 519: Who are you?

But there were times when things went wrong. Sometimes the intelligence wasn’t accurate, or if they happened to run into the coast guard, they’d just consider themselves unlucky, spend a few days inside, pay some money, and get out.

Fatty Wang looked in the direction the skipper pointed, and sure enough, there was a very small boat that looked like a sailboard, unable to withstand strong winds and waves. A young man in a hat was on it, his face obscured, just like all the stowaways, carrying very little, just a flat bag. When their boat approached, the young man grabbed the railing with both hands and jumped onto their boat.

"Nice move, young man!" The skipper held a rope but it seemed useless. After saying a few words in the local language to the person on the small boat, he wrapped a counted-out wallet in a plastic bag and tossed it to the person on the boat. The sailboard quickly left the coastline, and before long, they turned right.

Fatty Wang saw the young man sitting in the cabin silently. Finding it boring, he walked around the cabin a few times, and as night fell, oil lamps were lit on the fishing boat. At dinner time, he didn’t see the skipper’s wife come in to cook. Feeling hungry, he was about to look for her when the young man, who had been sitting quietly on the floor, suddenly leapt up to block his way.

"What do you want?" Fatty Wang tightly clutched the black bag in his hands, staring warily at the young man in front of him, his heart pounding.

"Fatty Wang? Heir to the Wang Family?" Hearing his name from the young man’s mouth, Fatty Wang involuntarily stepped back, clutching the bag even tighter.

"Who are you?" He wanted to step forward, but his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. He didn’t want to admit the threat this person posed to him, yet as the young man approached him step by step, he couldn’t help but scream. Perhaps he still held some hope that someone would come to rescue him, but that hope had long been buried by money.

Terror expanded before him, and Fatty Wang suddenly collapsed onto the cabin floor. "What... what do you want to do?" He could no longer speak coherently, his fear growing under the darkening sky.

The young man took off his hat, revealing a distinct face. Fatty Wang’s eyes widened, searching his memory for a blurred impression.

"You’ve forgotten so soon? We just met." The young man squatted down, deliberately leaning close, his fingers sliding across Fatty Wang’s double chin as he placed a hand in front of his own nose.

"It’s you!" Fatty Wang suddenly remembered. This was the person who went to the old house with him to retrieve the staff.

"Seems your memory isn’t bad." The young man took a pair of gloves from the bag and put them on, slowly loading bullets into the gun. "Planning to go to Italy? Your journey ends here!"

"Did Xiao Mu send you?" Fatty Wang finally understood. How did Xiao Mu get Wang Zhanting’s recording? It was all pre-arranged, and he jumped into this trap like a fool.

"Xiao Mu?" The young man laughed arrogantly. "You’re giving me too much credit."

"Don’t kill me. I can give you money; we’re almost to the high seas, no one will know." Fatty Wang thrust the bag in his hands towards the young man. "Let me go!"

"Is there money in there?" The young man pointed the gun at the black bag, his eagle-like eyes tracking Fatty Wang’s every move. "This puts me in a difficult position."

"As long as you don’t kill me, it’s all yours." Seeing the young man’s hesitation, Fatty Wang quickly unzipped the bag and tossed the bundled money in front of him. "Is it enough? If not, there’s more."

The young man clicked his tongue. "To be honest, the Wang Family’s fortune looks like sesame seeds to me. You can’t move me with money; do you have anything else?"

Hearing the young man’s words, Fatty Wang paused, terror freezing his wide eyes in place. "You’re playing me?"

"Give me the disc in your hand, and I’ll give you a quick end. Otherwise, given all you’ve done, if I shot you with a bullet for each deed, I wonder if I’d turn you into a beehive," the young man said calmly.

"Who are you really?" Fatty Wang threw the bag aside, slowly getting up from the floor. He no longer trembled. When fear reaches a certain point, people become numb. Fatty Wang was calculating his chance of escaping from in front of him. With a gun in his hand, given his shooting skills, it shouldn’t be too difficult. All he needed was the right opportunity; perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.

"Ah, do you know how Elder Guo died? And Poison Dragon, oh, and those who went to kill Xiao Lin, I can tell you, they all died terribly. Especially Elder Guo, there wasn’t a single intact bone when he died, crushed bit by bit."

"You’re sent by Xiao Lin!"

"Hey, who is he? It seems you have many enemies." The young man shook his head helplessly. "Give me the disc, and I’ll make it quick for you."

"It’s not that easy to kill me." As he said this, Fatty Wang suddenly grabbed the black bag and flung it toward the young man. Simultaneously, he dropped to the ground, rolling to the side with the sway of the waves, and drew the gun from his pocket, firing in the direction where the young man stood. The sound of the bullet breaking the shell was drowned out by the wind and waves. The young man quickly dodged out of the cargo board, and the bullet sparked off the steel plate.

Seeing the first shot missed, Fatty Wang also made his escape into a room. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The sound of a can being kicked around disturbed Fatty Wang’s mind. The young man’s low voice echoed in his ears, accompanied by a creepy chuckle. The hand holding the gun trembled violently, and his breathing became uncontrollably rapid.

The broken can rolled outside the door behind him. He lunged forward from his original spot to a place filled with sacks, his eyes fixed on the wooden door. Through the glass window, he saw the figure blocking the door, the doorknob turning with a clicking sound.

This person was doing it on purpose. Fatty Wang’s chest heaved with the turning of the knob, as if about to burst. He had never felt death so close, so close that he seemed to see the Grim Reaper standing at the door, pulling the Scythe towards him. He wanted to scream; he could scream, but he didn’t. Swallowing, his eyes searched for other exits here.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the broken can was kicked into the warehouse, the eerie laughter coming closer. "You can’t escape." The young man’s voice created an atmosphere of fear, inadvertently offering Fatty Wang the best route of escape. "Come out, die swiftly at my hands."

"No!" Overcome with fear, Fatty Wang raised the gun and fired outside.

The result of his reckless shooting was that all the bullets were spent, leaving only the sound of an empty magazine. No matter how many times he tried, the result was the same — he was out of ammunition, and the shadow had already reached him.

"Rat!" In the young man’s eyes, this once-imperious man seemed as pitiable as a rat in a gutter. "There’s another gun here, want it?"

The taunting game was just about to begin. The young man flipped the gun over and handed it to Fatty Wang. "I’ll give you one chance. If you can evade three of my moves, I’ll make it quick for you." Staring at the bewildered Fatty Wang, the young man shoved the gun into his hand. "There are three bullets in it. If you can escape from me using these three shots, I’ll give you a path to a quick death."

Ah! Fatty Wang let out a roar as he took the gun, leaping with all his might. The bullet grazed the young man’s ear, hitting the steel plate.

"You have two more chances." The young man’s voice sounded behind Fatty Wang, who chose not to retaliate but dashed straight out the door. The young man frowned, quickly chasing after him. Fatty Wang was no longer in the cabin, the man inwardly cursed, hurriedly heading toward the engine room.

Fatty Wang seized his last chance with the ship’s captain. A woman’s scream pierced the air, but the second shot stopped her cry, the woman lying in a pool of blood emitted a painful groan. When the young man arrived, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he hadn’t been foolish enough to kill the captain, otherwise, in such weather, no one would return safely at night.

"You have one last bullet, I must remind you, the life of the hostage in your hands determines all our fates. You could kill him, and we’d drift at sea until another ship approaches, but it’s stormy season now; are you sure you can steer the ship?" Listening to the young man’s words, Fatty Wang carelessly pressed the gun against the captain’s temple.

"I could kill you and have him sail the ship."

"With your last bullet?"

"No, with this man’s life as an exchange." Fatty Wang used the gun handle to hit the captain’s head. "How about it?"

The young man’s brows knitted together, just a scumbag. "You forced my hand."

"What?" Fatty Wang’s vision blurred, losing sight of the man. A gust of wind blew past him, and he felt something cold enter his body. It seemed like someone was shouting in his ear, terrified cries. He turned blankly toward the captain, finding him staring at him, fear leaving only brown pupils.

Through his pain, Fatty Wang saw his own reflection, something flowing from his neck. He raised his hand numbly, the sticky liquid feeling warm, red enough to suffocate him.

With a thud, he knelt down, his right hand pressing hard on the bleeding area, angrily glaring at a certain place, his open mouth hissing. "Ah... ah..." (To be continued. If you like this piece of work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)