Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1327 - 1,310 - s: Hit Off

Chapter 1327: 1,310 Chapters: Hit Off

Gao Yang felt he was getting into the groove. He glanced at his watch; the time had already reached the point Number Thirteen mentioned, but Tim Davidson hadn’t returned home.

Gao Yang raised his hand, tapped the gold watch on his wrist, then spread his hands open.

Number Thirteen said formally, "Sir, I said that if there were no surprises, Mr. Davidson would return during this timeframe. The current situation is a surprise has occurred."

Gao Yang exhaled and said, "Alright, so should we continue waiting or leave?"

Number Thirteen replied gravely, "Wait."

Gao Yang pulled a face helplessly, then suddenly spoke into the air, "Shadow, what’s happening?"

"Mr. Davidson leads a very orderly life. He hasn’t come home, maybe he’s stuck in traffic, or maybe he’s died in a car accident. How would I know why he’s not home now? You know I’m not following him at the moment."

Gao Yang said helplessly, "Fine, fine, I’ll keep waiting."

After speaking, Gao Yang stood up from the sofa and said seriously, "Can I have another cocktail? I actually don’t know much about cocktails, so could you recommend one that suits the current mood?"

Number Thirteen bowed slightly and said, "Moscow Mule, it’s a cocktail I personally quite like that uses vodka as the base spirit."

Gao Yang snapped his fingers and laughed, "Great, thanks."

Gao Yang turned around, looking at the view outside the glass window. After a few glances, he couldn’t help but sigh, "Buddy, gotta admit, Mr. Davidson sure knows how to enjoy life. Oh buddy, no need to make the cocktail; our Mr. Davidson is back."

From where Gao Yang was, he could see the front door, and he saw a car had arrived at the gates, which briefly paused as the iron gates slowly opened.

Gao Yang stepped back two steps to avoid being seen by anyone standing behind the glass window. Then he spoke to Number Thirteen, who was mixing cocktails, "Mr. Davidson is back, should we wait somewhere else now?"

Number Thirteen was pouring vodka into the mixer and said without looking up, "No need, Mr. Davidson has some compulsive tendencies; he’ll definitely come to this room and won’t linger downstairs. The driver will leave after dropping him off, so we’ll wait here. After two minutes and thirty seconds, he’ll be standing right in front of you, sir."

Number Thirteen showed no intention of stopping his mixology, and Gao Yang shrugged, "Alright, I’ll just sit on this sofa and wait for Mr. Davidson to push the door open and surprise him."

Gao Yang really did sit back on the sofa, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the coffee table before him, while Number Thirteen continued focusing on mixing his cocktail.

After about two minutes and thirty seconds, Gao Yang smiled and said, "Leonard, things have once again exceeded your control; it’s been two minutes and thirty seconds, and our guest, no, the owner hasn’t come home."

Number Thirteen said gravely, "An unexpected event has occurred again."

At this moment, Gao Yang heard the chirping voice of a little girl, but no sound of footsteps. Yet, considering the thick carpet, it was normal not to hear footsteps.

Number Thirteen picked up his completed cocktail and left the bar, beginning to walk toward Gao Yang. Just then, the door was pushed open, and someone walked backward into the living room, carrying a large box. Behind this man, who stepped backward into the room, followed a four or five-year-old girl, a smiling blonde beauty, and finally, a smiling man in his fifties.

No one noticed Gao Yang on the sofa until the woman lifted her gaze from the little girl in front of her and saw Number Thirteen holding a cocktail. She was stunned, then let out a short, terrified scream.

The man who had entered backward turned around. Upon seeing Number Thirteen in the middle of the living room, and Gao Yang smiling on the sofa, he was shocked and dropped the box he was holding, reaching for his waist.

Number Thirteen held the cocktail in his left hand and reached for his waist with his right hand, and then flicked his wrist to fire a shot.

The man with the box shook all over and collapsed to the ground, convulsing continuously even after falling, while Number Thirteen coldly glanced at the screaming woman and the shocked Tim Davidson, then bowed to place the cocktail on the coffee table in front of Gao Yang. He said gravely, "Sir, your Moscow Mule."

After saying this indifferently, Number Thirteen stood upright again, gesturing with the gun in his right hand toward the completely stunned three people, and then walked toward the man lying on the ground.

Gao Yang held the cocktail in his right hand, then stood up from the sofa, the corners of his mouth curling upwards, revealing several white teeth. He said in a very cheerful tone, "Hello, Mr. Davidson, it’s great to see you."

The woman immediately gathered the little girl into her arms, looking terrified at Number Thirteen who had walked up to her, while Tim Davidson, having recovered slightly, fixed his gaze on Gao Yang and said, "Who are you people? What do you want to do?"

Number Thirteen had already reached the man on the ground, followed the wire that was connected at one end to the man’s body and the other end to his hand, yes, Number Thirteen used Taser guns.

The man incapacitated by the electric shock wasn’t dead, but after moving in front of him, Number Thirteen wound the insulated copper wire from the gun around the man’s neck twice.

Without even glancing at Davidson, and paying no heed to the terrified look from the little girl in front of him, Number Thirteen suddenly tightened the wire, choking the already immobilized bodyguard.

The little girl screamed in terror, and the woman also screamed as she pressed the little girl’s head against her chest, she shouted, "Stop! Stop! What are you doing!"

The courageous little girl turned her head, though held by her mother and unable to move, she still screamed sharply at Number Thirteen, "Let go of Uncle Blake!"

Number Thirteen’s expression did not change, Tim Davidson, shocked and afraid, causing his pupils to dilate, intended to push Number Thirteen away, but ultimately chose to shout.

"Stop, you’re choking him to death."

Number Thirteen still had no intention of stopping, his expression was calm as if he were tightening shoelaces, not strangling someone.

"Stop, didn’t you hear what Mrs. Davidson and Miss Silvie said? They are asking you to stop, and we must respect the ladies’ choice, especially when it’s the choice of beautiful ladies."

Number Thirteen immediately released the wire he held, gave Tim Davidson a cold side look, then reached out to draw a handgun from the bodyguard’s waist, a gun Gao Yang had never seen before.

When Number Thirteen stood up and stepped aside, Gao Yang smiled warmly and enthusiastically said, "Hello, Mr. Davidson, very glad to meet you, I’ve been waiting for quite some time."

Gao Yang’s eyes held a complex expression: indifferent, with a touch of superior arrogance, some disdain, a calm brought by disregard for everything, and a faint happiness from capturing his prey. This faint happiness was crucial because Gao Yang did not appear particularly joyful.

Eyes are the windows to the soul; if Davidson intended to glean something from Gao Yang’s eyes, which he indeed had the ability to do, he would certainly find something. Having never planned to resist, Davidson lowered his head immediately after exchanging glances with Gao Yang, murmuring, "Sir, what do you want? We can discuss anything, please don’t hurt my family."

Gao Yang shook his wine glass, sipped a cocktail, bowed slightly, and said courteously, "It’s our first time meeting. Please allow me to explain why I’m here. The reason I’m here is simple, and what I want is simple. Oh, sorry, please wait a moment. Hi, what kind of handgun are you holding? I haven’t seen it before."

Gao Yang abruptly interrupted, seemingly attracted by the gun in Number Thirteen’s hand, so he reached out and beckoned to Number Thirteen.

Number Thirteen walked up to Gao Yang, turned the gun handle and placed it in Gao Yang’s hand, then said in a deep voice, "Sir, this is the Five-seveN handgun produced by FN Company, caliber 5.7 millimeters. FN Company named this gun based on its caliber, firing SS190 bullets, with a magazine capacity of 20 rounds, with highly penetrating power, capable of penetrating standard bulletproof vests within effective range, hidden hammer-type. Due to its large magazine capacity and very lightweight, it is quite popular among security personnel."

Gao Yang held the gun, glanced at it, sipped from his wine with his left hand, and said with a curious face, "It can penetrate bulletproof vests?"

Gao Yang raised the gun with his right hand towards the bodyguard lying on the ground, then said with interest to Tim Davidson, "Is he wearing a bulletproof vest?"

Tim Davidson swallowed, shook his head, and said, "No."

Gao Yang’s expression turned twisted, then he helplessly shook his head, aimed the gun at the bodyguard on the ground, and turned his head in another direction, forcefully pulling the trigger.

After pulling the trigger twice, the gun did not fire, but the woman covered her daughter and screamed once more.

"Sir, you haven’t disengaged the safety."

Gao Yang hurriedly handed the gun back to Number Thirteen, then said anxiously to Tim Davidson, "Soon, please wait a moment, I can finish introducing myself soon."

Number Thirteen moved the slide and disengaged the safety, then handed the gun back to Gao Yang, saying in a deep voice, "It’s ready now, sir."

Gao Yang casually aimed the gun at the bodyguard on the ground, then turned his head in the opposite direction and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, blood started to ooze from the bodyguard’s leg. The unconscious bodyguard began to tremble involuntarily from the pain, and the woman screamed once more. Gao Yang turned his head to see the bodyguard, then surly said, "F**k! Missed." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please browse at m.qidian.com.)