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Chapter 1455: Chapter 1300 Collective Flat Tire (Subscription Please!)
Tribe interior.
After a shrill scream.
Activity started to stir.
In no time.
"Wuuuu~~~"
The noisy sound of a horn blared from the loudspeakers, permeating the entire tribe. Instantly, everyone lost their drowsiness, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of their houses, for this was the signal of an imminent major enemy attack. 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
Only matters of life and death.
Would trigger this alarm.
Very soon.
Those who rushed out realized.
Their tribe’s tower was ’stolen’.
And directly moved to the highlands, had it not been for someone getting up to pee, they guessed they’d still be fast asleep.
At a square.
Looking at the hundreds of unconscious tribe fighters.
Their hearts turned cold.
To think someone managed to infiltrate the tribe silently, take out the guards along the way, and even kidnap the tribe’s prisoners—had they targeted them, they wouldn’t even know how they died.
It seemed.
The attackers had used poison.
Very quickly.
The tribe’s doctor finished the examination.
Approached the chief.
"Chief, after examination, all tribe fighters were hit by anesthesia guns, now in a deep anesthetic state, not dead, unresponsive to pain or water splashing, only, it is unknown when they will wake up."
"Anesthesia Gun? Did we find the bullet casings?" the chief asked, grim-faced.
The tower being stolen.
As chief, he felt as if he’d been slapped publicly; the humiliation lingered, leaving him and his tribespeople shocked. If these people stole their lives, that would be terrifying.
Who exactly.
Rescued that Chinese?
Could it be.
People from Huaxia?
Impossible.
This hypothesis was instantly dismissed; Huaxia would not use such a significant force for a person of little value, and if Huaxia were involved, they wouldn’t be so ’unruly’.
Otherwise.
Once he reports to the South African government.
It would become a diplomatic incident.
Hence.
To avoid leaving any traces, Huaxia would only exert pressure through official channels.
So.
It must be other forces.
"We haven’t discovered any anesthetic bullets yet, but there’s a small red dot on each of the tribe fighters’ bodies, presumably to avoid detection, the casings were taken away."
The chief asked, "Can you tell what kind of anesthetics were used?"
"Can’t tell unless we perform a blood test, and such equipment is available in many research institutions and hospitals in Cape Town. I think, to prevent the drugs from being metabolized quickly, we need to send them there as soon as possible."
"Alright, make the arrangements immediately for blood tests, and also, have the people in Cape Town capture that woman last time," the chief said.
"Yes."
At this moment.
A middle-aged man stepped forward.
"Chief, if it was a rescue, I believe that woman would have been taken too, so I think our priority should be to send people to the airport to prevent that woman from leaving by plane."
"Also, have our people in the police system intercept them on the road into the city; judging by the timing, Wei Song and his rescuers probably haven’t entered the city yet, and there must be quite a few of them."
The chief listened and nodded.
"Alright, divide into four groups: one to the airport, another to that woman’s residence, one to blockade, and finally, send a few for blood tests; we must figure out the source of the anesthetics."
"Yes."
After about ten minutes.
A long convoy set off.
Over a hundred vehicles.
In the dark night, like a lengthy dragon.
This time.
Anyone who dares to provoke them can’t just walk away scot-free.
"Bang~~"
"Bang Bang Bang~~~"
Just a mile out of the village.
The first fifty vehicles.
Had their tires blown out collectively.
And.
Not just one tire, but all four tires sequentially blew out, causing the entire convoy to come to a sudden halt, leaving them baffled. That’s not right, if it were tire spikes, why would the first fifty vehicles blow out?
That’s scientifically improbable.
Could it be.
There’s a delayed tire-puncturing device underground?
Immediately.
Everyone gets out to inspect.
But.
Nothing was found.
"..."
"Chief, they were very well prepared. Our fifty-plus vehicles are useless."
"It seems that our enemies are quite mindful."
Nonsense.
Dumb.
Would they have let it go so easily?
"Let the vehicles with flat tires continue to lead the way, it should be alright once we reach the main road," the Chief, a clever man himself, immediately issued the ’correct’ command.
"Yes."
The convoy moved on.
However.
Compared to before.
They were completely on edge; it was only tire spikes, if it were mines, they are all mine-clearing vehicles; suddenly, the ’kindness’ of the enemy made them feel less hatred.
After all.
The people Wei Song killed.
Were high-ranking members of the tribe, only distant relatives to them, the anger stemmed from their tribe being provoked, now knowing the enemy had the capability to kill them, their hatred significantly subsided.
However.
Only three hundred meters forward.
"Bang bang bang~~~"
The vehicles behind.
Had their tires burst collectively again.
"..."
This time.
It seemed a bit supernatural.
Could it.
Be a ghost?
"Chief, what should we do?"
"..."
Cold salad.
"Drive, keep driving, get to the main road, I’ll send more vehicles from here."
Just like that.
At the cost of hundreds of tires.
They managed to carve out a ’safe’ way. As the rear vehicles of the tribe caught up, the grass nearby suddenly moved, following that, a vague silhouette slowly rose.
A moment later.
It disappeared into the dark night sky.
Delayed tire spike device?
Of course it does not exist.
It was done by UAVs, controlled by a computer above, with a firing rate of over sixty rounds per second, the faint gunfire mingled in the bursting sounds of the tires, which didn’t arouse any suspicion among those people.
UAVs on both sides.
Acting together.
Due to the angle of shooting and the rugged road, they could only attack more than fifty vehicles in one go, thus divided into two rounds, after the ambush was completed, the UAVs had nothing else to do.
On the way back.
...
Jiang Wan left just half an hour ago.
Two vehicles entered the neighborhood.
"Police, open up."
Several South African police officers called out to the gatekeeper.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Jiang Wan, she’s implicated in a murder case, hurry up." The Black police officer said impatiently, it’s the middle of the night, being awakened is annoying, but he had to follow the orders of the Tribe.
"Wasn’t she taken away by your people?" Grandpa Ji was stunned, said blankly.
Upon hearing this.
Others were also stunned.
Jiang Wan was taken away?
Indeed.
The opposition was prepared.
"When did this happen?" the Black officer asked.
Grandpa Ji did not conceal.
The neighborhood was under surveillance.
"About thirty minutes ago, two of your colleagues took her away, I even asked, but she didn’t say where she was going."
The Black police officer quickly took out his mobile phone, reported to the Tribe, spoke a few words then hung up; they went to the security room to pull up surveillance footage, but this check... yielded no clues.
Persons.
They did not recognize.
Vehicles.
No impression either, especially when they checked the license plate, it turned out to be an unissued plate; obviously, the opponent impersonated South African police and even forged the license plate, the leads were cut off right then.
