Mercenary’s War
Chapter 686 - 686 Six Hundred and Seventy-Eight Seven

686: Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy-Eight: Seven 686: Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy-Eight: Seven Gao Yang was put into a car, and then someone took out a black hood and put it over his head.

Blindfolded, Gao Yang felt quite relieved because he still had to try hard to make a frightened expression as if he had been kidnapped, but after the makeup, his facial expressions were a bit stiff.

Moreover, since he knew the plan, it was hard for Gao Yang to act scared with appropriate expressions and movements.

Now that his head was covered, he didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

Seeing nothing and with no one talking in the car, Gao Yang started counting in his mind to judge how much time had passed.

When he estimated that more than half an hour had gone by and they should have reached the Consulate General, the car didn’t stop and kept going.

Needless to say, the car was driving in circles.

The situation had changed; anything the Consulate General did previously would have been approved and aided by the South African authorities, so things had been very convenient for them.

But now, after a shift in the South African officials’ stance, the CIA operatives had to take unorthodox measures and proceed with caution.

After about an hour, the car finally stopped.

Then the person who had been sitting next to Gao Yang grabbed his arm and whispered, “Professor, please get out of the car.

Be careful and keep your head down.”

Gao Yang got out of the car and stood on the ground.

Then someone supporting his arm said, “Please raise your feet, there is a step in front of you.

Alright, please stand here and don’t move.”

Standing on a step, Gao Yang felt he was passing through an X-ray screening gate when someone said, “Please remove all the metal items from your person.”

Fumbling, Gao Yang took off his watch, pulled a wallet from his inner pocket, and took the car keys out of his pants pocket, waiting for someone to take the items from his hands.

Then he asked loudly, “Do I need to take off my belt?”

Someone muttered softly nearby, then someone else said, “No need, you can come down now.

Please don’t move, Professor.

We are sorry, but we need to search you.

Please don’t mind, it is our necessary procedure.”

Gao Yang felt someone scanning him with a handheld metal detector, which beeped as it passed over his metal belt buckle.

Someone examined his belt buckle carefully but didn’t ask him to take it off.

After being scanned with a portable metal detector all over, someone immediately started to search him meticulously, from waist to legs to armpits.

When he felt a pair of hands moving toward his chest, Gao Yang said in an extremely annoyed tone, “Hey, don’t go too far!”

He had thought that since he was kidnapped, the search would be simple or even skipped, but clearly, this was not the case.

He was afraid the searcher would be too thorough and discover the pepper spray gun hidden in his crotch and the Cross knuckle-duster hanging over his chest.

After Gao Yang shouted in an extremely annoyed voice, the searcher stopped.

Then the person who brought Gao Yang in said, “Enough, it’s okay now.

Professor, please come with me.

Watch your step, we are about to go up the stairs.”

Gao Yang obediently followed, and after feeling he had stepped on five consecutive steps, he knew he had entered the interior of the Consulate General.

Entering the hall, then climbing another set of stairs and turning on the landing, they reached the second floor.

At this point, there was still no sign of the black hood being removed from Gao Yang’s head.

At last, the sound of a door opening was heard.

After Gao Yang was guided through the door, someone took the hood off his head.

Seeing the light again, Gao Yang found it a bit too bright and instinctively closed his eyes.

When he reopened them, he saw that he was in a very large room.

A single bed was placed against the wall far from the window, with someone lying under a cup on the bed, a heart monitor placed beside the bed, and an IV stand on the other side.

Other than that, the room was bare, without even a chair.

Gao Yang glanced around, his heart suddenly constricting.

He had been taken directly into Grand Ivan’s cell or sickroom, which was good, but the bad news was that there were six people in the sickroom.

Including the person who led him there, there were a total of seven people!

The expected guard detail was four people, two outside the door and two inside.

The worst-case scenario would be all four inside, but nobody had anticipated or overheard that the CIA had increased the guard detail for Grand Ivan.

For a patient who couldn’t even move on the bed, they had stationed no fewer than six guards.

Two men in suits stood by Grand Ivan’s bed; they had no guns in their hands and no holsters on their waists, but it was apparent that the area under their arms was bulging, probably indicating the presence of shoulder holsters.

Two other men stood in the corners of the room with quick-draw holsters on their waist, showing the handle of the guns ready for a fast draw.

The last two were standing behind the door with submachine guns hanging from their necks, hands resting on the guns.

“Professor Barnard, please check on the patient.

The medical records are on the bedside table.

If you need any instruments, please let me know.”

The person who brought Gao Yang gestured politely before addressing him very warmly.

Gao Yang took two steps forward and stood by Grand Ivan’s bed.

Grand Ivan, who was rather corpulent, lay motionless on the bed with his eyes closed.

The monitoring equipment next to the bed displayed his heartbeat.

Gao Yang took a glance.

Although he didn’t understand the specifics, he could tell that Grand Ivan’s heartbeat was very stable.

Gao Yang felt somewhat uneasy; the reason was simple.

The task he was planning to carry out was more difficult than anyone’s most pessimistic predictions—six bullets for seven people; an impossible mission, absolutely impossible.

Gao Yang picked up the medical chart that was placed in front of the monitor, but after skimming through it quickly, he put it down again, then turned and said to the person who brought him, “I don’t understand.

What exactly do you want me to do?”

“It’s very simple, Professor Barnard.

We just need you to make a comprehensive evaluation of the patient’s physical condition and then tell us what level of stimulation the patient can endure.

I mean, uh, regarding medication, psychological and pain tolerance.

We want to know what level is potentially life-threatening for him.”

Gao Yang stiffened his face and said, “I still don’t quite understand.

Well, regardless of what you want me to do, I need to use the restroom before I start working.

That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“Of course, Professor, of course not a problem.

Please follow me.”

Gao Yang left the room where Grand Ivan was confined, went out the door, and onto the corridor.

The third room adjacent was the restroom.

The restroom wasn’t very big, with a large mirror and two taps outside, separated into male and female facilities inside.

Gao Yang walked quickly.

As he entered the men’s bathroom, the person who had brought him stayed wisely in the outer area, which saved Gao Yang quite a bit of trouble.

There were two stalls within the men’s restroom.

Gao Yang stepped quickly into one of them, locked the door, and as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt, he focused his attention on listening for any noise outside.

Thankfully, the person did not follow him inside.

Gao Yang reached into his underwear and pulled out a pepper bottle gun, placing it in his trouser pocket.

He then yanked out the Cross knuckle-duster that he was wearing against his skin.

After exerting a little force to snap the cord, he also placed the Cross into his trouser pocket.

After taking out the weapons, Gao Yang spat a black object the size of a rice grain into his palm.

After carefully locating a very small protrusion and cautiously depressing it, he then placed the tiny black device also into his pocket.

As soon as Gao Yang pressed the protrusion, in a building outside the Consulate General, someone shouted, “The listening device is activated!

The listening device is activated!

He’s met Grand Ivan.

Everyone, take your positions, armed personnel take your positions!

Prepare for the assault!”

After taking a deep breath, Gao Yang gladly relieved himself.

After pulling up his trousers and fastening his belt, he tucked the Cross knuckle-duster into his waistband.

As he flushed the toilet and used the sound of rushing water to cover his actions, Gao Yang unfolded the pepper bottle gun swiftly and stuffed the opened gun into his waistband as well, then buttoned up his suit jacket.

After confirming that it wasn’t visible from the outside, he left the restroom.

He smiled at the person waiting outside.

To appear normal, Gao Yang turned on the tap and washed his hands.

Of course, he didn’t dare to rinse vigorously, just dabbing a little water on them actually.

After nodding his head, he returned to Grand Ivan’s cell.

Upon entering, Gao Yang spoke in a deep voice, “Tell me about the patient’s condition.

When did he fall ill, and what kind of tolerance does he have for certain medications?

What medications are we talking about?”

“Professor, everything about the patient is on his medical record.

The medications needed for the patient are listed in the appendix at the back of the chart, including dosages.”

Gao Yang stood by Grand Ivan’s bedside, picked up the file containing the medical records, and pretended to look through it for a moment.

He flipped to the last page with the list of medications and recited the list and dosages as if talking to himself, then shook his head and said, “No, this is too dangerous.

The patient can’t tolerate these medications; they cannot be used, absolutely not.”

After repeating to himself, Gao Yang bent over to take another look at Grand Ivan and then turned around raising his voice in a complaining tone, “Gentlemen, if you expect me to conduct a thorough examination of the patient, please provide me with a quiet environment.

There are seven of you, seven people here watching over me, and you all have guns.

This makes it very difficult for me to concentrate.

I’m already sixty-seven years old, for God’s sake, please leave this room!

Do not come in before I signal a need for assistance with the equipment or indicate that the examination is over.”

As Gao Yang was reading out the list of medications, on the other side, Ryan quickly copied down the medications Gao Yang had recited and shouted, “Hallucinogenic drugs, the so-called truth serums, which the CIA uses for interrogations.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than, upon hearing Gao Yang’s complaints, everyone’s faces turned pale all at once.

Uriyangko, who was already restless and anxious, sprang up, stared wide-eyed, and exclaimed loudly, “Seven?

Seven people!” (To be continued.

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