Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 557 - 234 Fields of Hope _1

Chapter 557: Chapter 234 Fields of Hope _1

Old Yang could see clearly through the rearview mirror. The young man casually approached each person as if he was strolling, reaching out and grabbing them. The person caught in his grasp had no strength to resist and was sent flying through the air.

The flashlights they carried were thrown up and spun in the air, still lit, forming a long streak of light that twirled around, creating a captivating sight.

The items these people had prepared were of decent quality. The flashlights were quite sturdy and continued to emit light even after being slammed onto the ground, providing some illumination in the vicinity.

Suddenly, one of them fraudulently fumbled around his chest area and produced a dark object, aiming it at the young man. Unfortunately, before he could act, the young man reached out and twisted his arm.

There was a flash of light followed by a gunshot, which was soon replaced by a scream...

It was a handmade small firearm. The gunshot rang out, but nothing fell. The man’s arm, from which the gun was drawn, looked pitifully twisted, similar to Tianjin’s traditional fried dough twist...

As they had just finished loading the cargo, everyone was too relaxed, and even the original patrol guards had gathered together. Now, all of them were thrown into a heap by the young man.

Everything happened so quickly, it left people astounded. Seeing a pile of more than ten people tumbling messily together, those at the bottom must have been crushed. Given that everyone was flung into the pile, it was certainly a tragic sight.

The place was filled with cursing, screams, and groans. The loudest scream belonged not to the man with the twisted arm, but to the one who had tried to run off the fastest. He did avoid being thrown into the air or squashed, but the young man had thrown something at him, causing him to lie on the ground, howling in pain.

Two other men who had quickly gotten up and drawn their knives were now lumped together with the man with the twisted arm and the man who had tried to run away.

It wasn’t clear whether these four men were singing the tragedy of Dou Er or the lament of Meng Jiangnu at the Great Wall, but listening to their pitiful cries, one could mistake them for conducting a funeral-like ritual mourning the death of their parents!

A group of men were cursing, shouting, asking for the young man’s background, addressing him as ’brother’ and asking for his demands. Some even assumed he was here to fight for turf and openly stated they were willing to give up all the goods in the truck...

Of course, this must have been Laoda’s idea. He was indeed a wise man who knew what to do at the right time. Among this large group of people, there were bound to be a few who were clever enough to know when to surrender. Undoubtedly, the masked Laoda was one such person.

The situation was crystal clear now - they couldn’t fight back nor escape. Those who had drawn out firearms were now overpowered, leaving the rest with no hope at all.

The young man paid no heed to the noises around him. He reached into his bag, and instantly, everyone quieted down.

A small, jet-black handgun!

"Enough talking and stop resisting. Stay obedient and spare yourself some pain, or force me to shoot! Believe me, I’ll drop you all right here one by one under pressure!" said the young man in a flat tone, raising the gun.

They believed him!

No one dared not to!

At such an ungodly hour, a man had arrived who could easily subdue a group of people without uttering a single word. Considering his ruthlessness, who would dare not to believe him!

The most frightening part was that he didn’t reveal his identity, making him all the more terrifying. He was definitely not a police officer, considering his concise and efficient actions and his lack of conversation. He seemed more like a criminal fighting for turf...

When he saw everyone turn docile, the young man once again brought out ropes from the bag to tie them up. Naturally, nobody wanted to be tied up willingly, even after the young man had revealed his handgun. Anyone who made more of a fuss received a swift kick from the young man - one poor soul sadly received a heavier kick, as Old Yang could hear a crackling sound from the car.

Soon after, he shivered uncontrollably and finally understood why the young man had said earlier: you are indeed fortunate for your cooperation!

Yes, they were!

There were so many people, all with various intentions. To catch all of them, the young man was forced to be a bit rough. Those who didn’t resist were tied up obediently, while those who resisted, presumably accustomed to bossing others around, had it coming...

Sturdy men capable of lifting heavy bags of crude oil without breaking a sweat were rendered as helpless as a chick in the young man’s grip, tied up in no time.

At this moment, rays of light shown on the road where their truck was parked from both directions, followed by the sound of motorcycles.

Two motorcycles soon appeared, one from the front and another from the back. A man from one of the bikes called out, "Laoda, what happened? There’s no movement on the other side, but we heard a gunshot from here!"

Old Yang could not help but feel a pang of sympathy for these two men.

As expected, without even having to disembark from their motorcycles, the young man merely picked up two rocks and threw them, successfully knocking the two men off their bikes.

One of them was flung off his motorcycle, while the other clung onto his bike and was dragged on the ground quite a distance – quite a stroke of bad luck. At least they were fortunate that they hadn’t been riding fast, or else the outcome would have been even worse!

As Old Yang watched the young man casually tie up the men as if he were stringing together kebabs, he felt as if he were back home in the countryside, picturing the joyous children during the autumn harvest.

They’d run gleefully in the harvested fields with their pieces of straw string, skillfully overturning the piles of cornstalks and twisting their faces into smiles as they caught crickets hiding underneath. With each successful catch, they’d burst into elated laughter, stringing their catch onto the straw and continuing their search for the next target...

Thinking of such a scene, full of laughter and hope, a familiar tune seemed to echo in his ears: Our hometown is in the fields of hope...

A thumping sound brought Old Yang back to reality. He looked down at the rope in his hand and tears welled up in his eyes. If he were sentenced severely for this crime, he would spend a considerable amount of time in prison, only able to reminisce about the picturesque autumn harvest back home and the fields of hope...

In one’s life, there should be some lines that we must never cross. Once you step over, there’s no turning back...

Old Yang understood that the thumping noises were probably the young man moving the stacked barrels of crude oil in the truck. Without clearing an area, there wouldn’t be space to store the captured men and their vehicles.

In no time, the men were dragged onto the truck by the young man and tossed in with thumping noises, much like the sacks of the autumn harvest being loaded onto a truck...

Then it was the bicycles and motorcycles...

Finally, even the flashlights and weapons scattered on the ground were picked up, some of which had been frisked from the captured men - it was evident that not all those involved in this line of work were fools. Most knew the basic principle of adjusting their sails to the wind. Knowing they were no match for the young man, they had decided not to draw their weapons to avoid a more tragic fate.

A true frugal young man indeed, he even made sure to load the wooden planks onto the truck...

Indeed, a great harvest! All is safely gathered in...

That familiar tune echoed once again in Old Yang’s ears!