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Chapter 53 of 100

Chapter 53

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An indeterminate amount of time had passed.

Chen Fei was awakened by the choking smoke. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, which felt as if they were filled with lead, only to find himself in a dimly lit place, seemingly a cave, with a few camping lamps of low brightness placed in the corners.

The Hindukush mountainous area, with its layered and overlapping mountains, was not short of large and small rock crevices and caves. Some of these caves were so large that they could hide thousands of people, and some local villages even lived in these caves, which provided shelter from the wind and rain.

"Damn... Where am I?"

A series of footsteps approached from a distance.

The person who arrived saw that Chen Fei had regained consciousness and extended a teacup to him, asking, "Do you want a drink?"

The strange and pungent smell made Chen Fei frown. What the hell is this?

"Where am I? Who are you? Where is Teacher Shen?"

The other party did not answer Chen Fei's questions but instead took back the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "You should be well aware of your current situation and shouldn't be asking such pointless questions. On the contrary, you should answer our questions honestly."

Putting down the teacup, he casually pulled the tactical belt from his waist and, with a flick of his wrist, struck Chen Fei hard.

Chen Fei, bound by ropes, could not move and had no way to avoid the blow, which landed squarely on him.

The metal head of the tactical belt struck his body, leaving a bloody mark even through his clothes.

"Damn it!"

Chen Fei had never been beaten by his parents, and today he was actually hit by someone else. The sudden, harsh blow made him glare at the other person.

If I ever find out who you are, the warships at home will definitely come to your doorstep and bombard your entire family for eighteen generations, making them question their existence.

As citizens of the world's strongest country, whether it was Chen Fei or Shen Fei, they always walked with their heads held high when they were abroad.

They wouldn't even bully others, let alone be bullied.

Warships protecting citizens abroad was a routine operation, with ballistic missiles on 24/7 standby, ready to strike globally, and cross-border attacks were not impossible.

"I am a bandit from the Hindukush mountainous area. If you have the ability, you can eliminate all the bandits. Otherwise, you should cooperate and answer our questions instead of asking me."

The man sneered and struck Chen Fei again, seemingly completely unconcerned about his status as a citizen of a sovereign nation.

This guy is really bad, deliberately shifting the blame to all the bandits in the Hindukush mountainous area.

Chen Fei finally remembered that the big bear Chekov had once mentioned that there were bandits from other places roaming near the airbase.

Local bandits would never target the school, but these outsiders were really bold!

People who can get into university are not stupid, let alone Chen Fei, who had planned to continue his postgraduate studies. He furrowed his brow and deduced the underlying meaning in the other person's words. However, the two strikes made him furious, and he blurted out, "You, you are not bandits!"

"..."

The other person's face quickly turned dark, and he sneered again, saying, "You figured it out? That's unexpected! This means I can't let you leave alive."

The Hindukush mountainous area is not small, but it's not that big either. If the direction is found, the probability of exposure will greatly increase.

Chen Fei inwardly cursed himself for his lack of experience. He should have seen through it without saying it, but his impulse led him to expose the other person's identity, which brought him closer to death.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to set off the signal flare. Otherwise, these guys wouldn't have a chance to run.

From the 911 airbase to Teacher Shen Fei's mountain school, the distance is not far. With the flight speed of the A-39B "Big Mouth" light turboprop attack aircraft, it would take just a moment to arrive.

If there were 152mm caliber heavy artillery, it would take only half a minute for the shells to reach, and even if they were off by thirty to fifty meters, the result would be the same.

"Go ahead and kill me if you have the guts, as long as you can bear the consequences!"

Being pushed to this point, Chen Fei's anger was ignited, his eyes turning red as he struggled and gritted his teeth, saying, "Go ahead and kill me if you have the guts, as long as you can bear the consequences!"

Having already died once, he was no longer afraid of anything.

Since he had signed the formal contract in advance, his salary and social security benefits had increased significantly. Although he had a debt of 8.8 million star yuan, if anything happened to him, it would basically be paid off, and he would die debt-free.

There might be a few coins left, but it wouldn't make much difference.

"Not afraid to die? Impressive! But what about that woman... hehe!"

The man showed a disgusting smile, apparently targeting Teacher Shen Fei.

In this area, even local bandits wouldn't dare to target Teacher Shen and the school. The mountain school had been peaceful for many years.

Now, someone had broken this底线.

Chen Fei, already on the verge of rage, was pushed to the extreme. He hated it the most when others threatened his loved ones.

His mind felt like a string had snapped.

"Damn it!!!" ( ̄皿 ̄///)

Chen Fei suddenly felt dizzy, let out a roar, and the ropes that restrained him snapped one by one, the ends as neat as if cut by a sharp blade.

Once free, Chen Fei, without hesitation, slapped the man hard, shouting, "Die!!"

"You..."

The man almost couldn't believe his eyes. Chen Fei had managed to break free from the high-strength ropes that could bind even a bull. He reflexively dropped the tactical belt and reached for the gun on his waist.

But Chen Fei's slap was already right in front of him.

"I will kill you and your entire family!"

The man saw a pair of eyes burning with flames, the pupils now a shattered gold, the overwhelming and cruel aura piercing deep into his soul.

Pfft...

A spray of hot blood splattered the rock wall, as if a bucket of red paint had been poured over the jagged rocks.

A head, frozen in shock, hit the cave ceiling and rolled into the corner, still staring with dead fish eyes.

"…Pant, pant… I… Pant, pant, go… to hell!"

Chen Fei, as if suddenly drained of energy, bent over and panted heavily.

Not far from him, the mangled remains were no longer human, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

If it were anyone else, seeing such a terrifying scene would likely make them weak in the knees, and even wet their pants, but Chen Fei felt nothing, not even the increasingly heavy smell of blood.

It was hard to imagine that just over a month ago, Chen Fei was still a well-behaved child living in a peaceful and stable society, a law-abiding citizen.

But now, he could kill without blinking.

"Damn you!"

After regaining some strength, Chen Fei spat on the ground, looked at the pile of flesh, and frowned. He thought he would feel uncomfortable or even nauseous, but his mind was unusually clear, as if he had drunk a cold soda on a hot summer day, feeling refreshed from head to toe, an inexplicable experience.

Chen Fei withdrew his gaze and looked at his hands. He still couldn't believe that he could strike the man so hard that he was unrecognizable, a cruelty that was hard to fathom.

He didn't notice that his eyes, which had turned to a shattered gold in his rage, had gradually returned to their original black, as if nothing had happened.

Frowning, he rummaged through the pile of blood and flesh, pulling out a tactical knife and a gun.

Using captured weapons to continue the struggle was an old tradition deeply ingrained in him.

Holding the weapons, the urge to kill arose.

Not far away, someone heard the commotion and shouted, "Jon, take it easy, don't kill him so quickly."

Chen Fei didn't hesitate, carefully chambered a round in the gun, and, holding the tactical knife in one hand and the gun in the other, crept towards the source of the voice.