Chapter Seventy

  As he spoke, he dragged his injured leg towards the front of the car, using it as cover, and sat up against the hood. He tore off a piece of clothing to bandage the bleeding wound, gritting his teeth as he tied it tightly to slow down the blood flow. After securing the bandage, he slowly moved his body to the left, peeking out to locate the position of the bandits. He saw that their guns were still firing wildly at Wang Yuan and Wang Jia. Wang Jia was leaning against the ground, head back, hands gripping his gun, using his feet to push off the ground and slither around like a snake, making it impossible for the bandits to take aim.

  "Indeed a trump card special soldier, fearless in the face of danger, extraordinary skills." Li Nan rarely praised someone's skills, not even Yuan Shuai, Wang Jia was the first.

  Suddenly he couldn't hear the crisp sound of AKs anymore, his senses told him that they were reloading, and he seized this opportunity to aim at one of them who had already reloaded but hadn't pulled the bolt back yet. The bullet went through the glass and hit the guy's right eye. The guy immediately fell backwards, with blood splattering on the excavator's windshield. He was about to shoot another guy when he heard a loud rumbling sound from behind. Turning his head, he saw a heavy truck speeding towards him. It was only a few meters away, but he hadn't heard it earlier due to the intense gunfire. Flash, there was no time to react. The truck crashed into the jeep with a loud bang. Wang Yuan saw that Li Nan hadn't escaped and shouted his name loudly, but couldn't run over to look. A seasoned sniper like him had long developed an unflappable temperament. If he ran out, not only would he fail to save Li Nan, but he might also lose his own life. He could only keep crawling and changing positions, waiting for a chance to shoot while avoiding bullets. He crawled to the front of the excavator's tracks. This was a blind spot. But the ruthless bandits started the excavator and drove it straight at him. He rolled out of the way just in time, but because the excavator had moved so suddenly, his toes were crushed by its tracks, flattened into a meat patty. He almost heard the sound of his own bones shattering. The excavator's tracks were over two meters long, and he tried to pull out his foot, but even though his toes were severed, they were still stuck to his foot. No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't move them at all. And the bandits coldly laughed as they aimed their guns at him. Wang Yuan hadn't noticed that he was being targeted. He was still trying to pull out his toes. At this time, Wang Jia's bullets were already used up, and it was clear that reloading and shooting again would take too long. Although he wasn't very familiar with him, he had shot and injured his hand earlier. And he didn't believe in himself, for a petty person like him, this was a great opportunity to borrow a gun and take revenge. But Wang Jia wasn't that kind of person, he was indeed a special forces operative, although he was now retired, the broad-mindedness of a special forces soldier still remained. He genuinely wanted to save him, but was powerless to do so. Looking at the dark gun barrel, he almost closed his eyes, unable to bear watching him die in front of him without being able to do anything. Just as he was about to close his eyes in pain, he suddenly thought of something and shouted loudly, almost bursting his vocal cords: "For the sake of Allah!"

  The bandit who was about to open fire suddenly heard the slogan of their organization, wondering how their organization's slogan could be here, so he looked in the direction of the shouting.

  This loud shout not only shocked the bandit who was about to fire, but also woke up Wang Yuanjian. Taking advantage of the moment when the bandit looked at Wang Jia, he raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one swift motion. The bullet flew straight to the bandit's forehead, bursting out a beautiful blood flower. A sniper is a sniper, even in the most critical moment, every shot is accurate and never misses its mark.

  Seeing his accomplice being shot, the only remaining thug in the excavator went crazy and fired at Wang Yuanyan. However, Wang Jia had already reloaded a new magazine. A burst of gunfire sent the guy's brains flying out, with blood splattering everywhere.

  After taking care of the thugs on the excavator, Wang Yuan saw looked worriedly in the direction of the truck that had just passed by. At this time, the truck had already turned around and was heading towards them again. Wang Yuan's foot was still stuck under the excavator's track, and he couldn't dodge. He could only continuously fire at the truck driver. Unfortunately, his position was too low, and the truck was too high, so there was no trajectory. The truck was still speeding towards him. In desperation, he had to lie flat on the ground. With a loud crash, the truck collided with the excavator's track. The front axle of the truck was only two centimeters away from Wang Yuan's forehead. Wang Yuan was panting heavily under the truck. It was possible that he was frightened by the scene earlier, or maybe it was because his toes were bleeding too much, accelerating his heartbeat. As he panted, he inadvertently saw a scene that made him want to laugh out loud. Li Nan was tightly grabbing onto the truck's toolbox bracket, trying to climb up.

  He couldn't help but laugh out loud, although the pain still took his breath away.

  The truck didn't hit Wang Yuan, who immediately reversed the car in an attempt to turn around and crush him. At this time, Wang Jia flew up onto the excavator, bullets splashing sparks on the door frame of the excavator. Wang Jia didn't care about his own safety at this moment. Without even dodging, he pulled up the operating lever with his left hand and slowly turned the excavator's bucket to the left. At the same time, he pushed the left operating lever to the left and pressed down on the right operating lever. On the one hand, he used the excavator's bucket to block Wang Yuan from the truck's firepower. On the other hand, he used the excavator's bucket to support the left track of the excavator. This allowed Wang Yuan to climb out. Wang Yuan naturally seized this opportunity, dragging his foot that had been crushed into a pulp. He gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly, and beads of sweat dripped down. But he didn't make a sound. This kind of steel-like willpower couldn't be trained in just one or two days.

  The thugs in the large truck, seeing that the excavator was blocking their way, threw a hand grenade from the car window directly at Wang Jia's excavator glass. As the grenade was about to enter the driver's cab, Wang Yuan's eyes widened in shock. He thought: "Wang Jia is indeed a hero, I had doubted him, but he sacrificed his life for himself. He actually wanted to tell Wang Jia that they were good comrades, but now there was no chance. He felt very regretful, extremely regretful."

  However, he underestimated Wang Jia. Just as the bomb flew into the driver's cab, Wang Jia kicked off with both feet, curled up his body in the narrow space of the excavator, and jumped up. When his feet reached the height of the seat, his legs pushed against the backrest again, and his head faced the windshield. His curled-up body suddenly sprang out, using the force of his legs and the centrifugal force of his curled-up body to propel himself outward. The entire movement was smooth and effortless, taking no more than two seconds to complete. Just as he flew out of the driver's cab, the blast wave from the explosion blew him further outward.

  "This time, even if he had the ability to fly in the sky, he couldn't escape this disaster." Wang Yuan thought so, but he still hoped that a miracle would continue to happen.

  Wang Jia still didn't disappoint Wang Yuan this time, only to see him about to crash into the excavator's bucket in a weightless state. However, his left hand slapped forcefully on the side wall of the excavator's bucket, and his entire body flew up to the right. After turning around, his right foot kicked directly at the driver of the truck's cab.

  "Damn it, he's godly!" In this situation, he can actually borrow the power of the airflow from the bomb explosion. Turning danger into strength, he continues to attack. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it no matter what. Even if I were a special forces soldier myself, it would be hard to imagine that there's someone in this world with such a calm mind and agile body. You know, the entire movement requires precision, or his life would be over with just a slight deviation.