Chapter 21: Charging Out (Please Collect)

  Huang Li quickly went out of the house, dragged in the two corpses of the guards, closed the door with his backhand, and moved the candles to the window so that the shadows of the people inside would not be projected onto the window. After doing all this, Huang Li took out a dagger and cut off the ropes binding Zhen Niang's body.

  Zhen Niang quickly tied up her clothes, while Huang Li searched the room hastily, making a mess, and found a wooden box under the bed. He opened it with his universal key and found several land deeds and gold bars inside. Without hesitation, he stuffed them all into his pocket and carelessly threw the box aside. This was called fabricating a scene and diverting attention. As for how effective it would be, he didn't dare to guess, but doing something was better than nothing.

  "Ah!" Just as Zhen Niang's foot touched the ground, she let out a stifled cry of pain and fell to the ground.

  "What's wrong?" Huang Li quickly took two steps forward and reached out to support her.

  "My foot..." Zhen Niang frowned tightly, covering her ankle with her hand, in great pain.

  Huang Li took off Zhen Niang's shoes and socks, carefully pinching and examining them. Zhen Niang's ankle was severely swollen, but her face was even redder.

  "Can't walk?" Huang Li slightly furrowed his brow, asking with concern. Zhen Niang's red face, he took as pain, completely unaware that at this time, a woman letting a man see her body and touch her feet meant something else.

  "I can, I can walk." Zhen Niang said through gritted teeth, she really wanted to leave this magical prison and see her loved ones.

  Huang Li shook his head slightly and helped Zhen Niang sit down, quickly thinking in his mind. He sneaked into the White House, which was not very difficult. Although there were some guards patrolling at night in the White House, they were all amateurish and had not encountered any incidents for many years, so they became very slack.

  But now, Zhen Niang can't walk, which is a bit of a difficult thing for Huang Li. It's like a light-as-a-feather thief suddenly having two lead blocks tied to his legs - forget about running through the house and jumping over walls.

  Since we've already come this far, giving up halfway is absolutely not an option. We can only grit our teeth and continue the rescue operation. Whether it's done quietly or with great fanfare, it's no longer something that can be decided by Huang Li now.

  Huang Li thought of this, walked to the body of the guard, picked up two shotgun shells, loaded them into the chamber, and opened the safety. Having trained Zhang Xiaowu for some time, he was already familiar with the gun and had even tried shooting it on the training ground. He felt that except for the strong recoil, the gun's capacity and power were not bad. And relying on his wrist strength, operating this gun was not difficult.

  He stuck the two guns into his waistband, and then took the dark cloak that was hanging on the coat rack and wrapped it around Zhen Niang's body. He whispered to her, "I'll carry you out, just bear with me a bit. No matter what happens, don't make a sound."

  "I, I can——" Zhen Niang was about to make her own suggestion, but Huang Li cut her off without any politeness.

  "Huang Li scolded discontentedly: 'Old Zhang is still being rescued in the hospital, and Niu Niu is also waiting for you. What time is it now? You're still dawdling.'"

  Zhen Niang closed her mouth and picked up the child, which was what she cared about most. Huang Li could be said to have hit the nail on the head.

  Huang Li hoisted Zhen Niang onto his shoulders, his left hand just able to grasp her small leg bend. Although this posture made Zhen Niang feel uncomfortable, Huang Li's movements became more convenient. After blowing out the candle, Huang Li was about to push open the door and leave when he suddenly thought of an idea. He removed the cloth covering his face, took a plastic mask from his pocket and put it on, then pushed open the door and walked out.

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  The thunder rumbled in the low-hanging clouds, making people's ears buzz. The lightning cut through the dark sky, illuminating the branches that were wildly swaying in the wind and rain.

  With a light clinking sound, a blood-stained bullet dropped into the plate. Vogel's forehead was covered in sweat, and he stitched up the wound with rare accuracy and speed. Before long, he finally completed the operation, straightened his waist, and let out a long breath.

  "Foreign doctor, look at him—" Old Man Meng looked at Zhang Lao still in a coma and asked worriedly.

  Wog spread his hands and shrugged, saying: "His injury is too severe, I have done my duty as a doctor, whether he can survive or not depends on God's will."

  "God? Who is God?" Old Man Meng asked in confusion.

  Wog laughed and poured himself a drink, saying: "God, or as you Chinese people often say, the Old Man in Heaven, everyone has to follow his arrangements."

  Old Meng thought for a moment and understood what Vog meant. His face turned gloomy, and he walked to Zhang Laosu's side, looking at his old friend with worry.

  "You can give him some water, but don't let him drink too much." Vogg sat in the chair, slowly sipping his wine.

  Old Meng slowly fed water into Zhang Lao's mouth according to Vogel's instructions. After a while, Zhang Lao's breathing became heavier.

  "Old Lock, Old Lock." Mr. Meng called out softly with hope in his heart, and Zhang Old Lock hummed a soft response.

  Old Meng touched Zhang Lao's forehead and took his pulse again, but his expression was not relaxed.

  Boom! After a thunderclap, the rain poured down. This was not rain but a deafening, foot-stopping deluge of water, a mad whirlpool of blackness that came from all sides.

  Wolfgang suddenly put down his wine glass, cocked his ear to listen, the sound of wind, rain and thunder mixed together, noisy and chaotic. He had clearly heard a few gunshots just now, but now he couldn't hear them anymore. Was it an auditory hallucination? He shook his head, drained the wine in his cup in one gulp.

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  In the end, they were still discovered. Without saying a word, Huang Li raised his hand and fired, the bullets accurately shooting towards several patrolling guards, the bright light of the gunfire was dazzling, the hot shell casings fell to the ground, splashing mud and water, the sound of the gun mixed with the chaotic noise around, but it wasn't too piercing.

  A flash of lightning illuminated a scarred face, the ferocious face that would be etched in the survivors' memories forever. Several guards were too inexperienced and were hit by Huang Li's accurate and swift shooting. Before they could even raise their guns from their shoulders, some were killed and others wounded, letting out miserable cries one after another.

  Huang Li carried Zhen Niang, walking quickly past a small round moon gate and turning left through the long corridor. This was the way he had come in, although he had only walked it once, but he remembered it very clearly, and ahead of him was the rear corner gate.

  The raindrops kept pounding on Huang Li's head and body, getting heavier than before. The straight rain poured down from the sky to the ground, making it impossible to see clearly, only a vast expanse of water. All directions were chaotic, with all kinds of sounds mixed together, making it hard to distinguish between the wind, rain, thunder, noise, and shouting.

  Bang, bang! Huang Li suddenly fired at the two black shadows that appeared in front of him and rushed past them to the back door. He shot several shots at the brightly lit gatehouse, turned his gun, and fired several shots at the large iron lock on the back door.

  The calendar will lock one twist, throw to one side, and then pull out the iron chain that locks the door. With a thud, he kicked open the back door, turned around and swept a horizontal sword at the blurry figure, carrying Zhen Niang and rushing into the wind and rain outside the courtyard.

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