My American magical life
Chapter 94 - 94 22 Damn Birth!

94: Chapter 22 Damn Birth!

94: Chapter 22 Damn Birth!

Anyone who has seen “Let the Bullets Fly” knows that when you encounter kidnappers, robbers, or gangsters, the most important thing is to blindfold oneself.

Seeing the face of a bandit almost always means certain death.

Cheng Daqi couldn’t change the overall situation, but he knew he shouldn’t take the risk.

Sani, whose eyes were covered by Cheng Daqi, felt puzzled.

Lying on the ground in good condition, why are you covering my eyes?

“Don’t look, if you see his face, you might not be able to get out alive.

He says he can give up his life, but who knows?”

Cheng Daqi’s voice served as a reminder not only to Sani.

Scott and Ye’er Gubai reacted quickly too, and they both closed their eyes following Cheng Daqi’s lead.

“I think we can make eye masks, it could show that we are cooperative,”

As someone who had wandered in escape until finally making it to America, Ye’er Gubai’s survival skills were fully honed.

His suggestion received Cheng Daqi’s approval.

“Sani, take down your scarf, one scarf should make six eye masks, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Having such a master, Kernor felt he was extremely fortunate in this life.

Cheng Daqi didn’t feel lucky at all; he was just doing everything he could.

For instance, making an eye mask for oneself in a desperate situation, hoping the kidnappers would see his obedience and put him further down the line when it came time to kill.

The false protagonist mows down enemies with cheats, the real protagonist bends over to make eye masks out of a girl’s scarf.

Both magical and realistic, this world is so beautiful, and Cheng Daqi was more than willing to strive with all his might to survive.

Unlike the others, Scott, upon hearing the kidnappers’ discussions, realized that they might be his former comrades-in-arms.

The kidnappers’ purpose was to seek justice for the soldiers who died; why would they do that?

Of course, there was only one answer.

“Chan, what do you think about me getting in touch with them?

You should be able to tell they seem like old soldiers too.”

Cheng Daqi didn’t see anything good in Scott’s idea, but Scott’s tone was eager to try.

He was thinking, was there an opportunity to exploit here?

As an ordinary person without superpowers, one wrong step in such a dangerous game could mean life or death.

Cheng Daqi needed to understand the situation fully before daring to take action.

“Your idea is not bad, but let’s wait a bit, those kidnappers have just killed someone with extremely smooth cooperation.

The leader picked out someone, and his men dragged the person in front of the camera without any communication, not even a hand gesture.

Do you understand what this means?”

Scott, suffering from PTSD with a king of drifters version, was only clever; he still didn’t understand the key point Cheng Daqi was making.

“Are you saying they are very professional?”

“No, they have an extremely complete plan, and even several backup plans; they are a tight-knit team.

A tight-knit team on extremely risky missions, do you think they would welcome variables?

If you recklessly contact them, exposing your abilities, it could lead them to kill you earlier to prevent any risk to their plans.”

“So, we can only wait for death?” Scott asked in a low voice, puzzled.

Ye’er Gubai also pricked up his ears; after spending over an hour together, he also recognized who the big brother of the team was.

“Wait, when their plan is influenced by external factors, that’s our chance!”

“What opportunity?” Scott’s voice was a bit strained, both hopeful and fearful, but from the rush of his heartbeat, he felt an extreme thrill.

“The opportunity to break the game, not to confront them.”

In the end, Cheng Daqi did not voice his thoughts.

Although the Dracula Group and the police had not yet responded to the kidnappers’ demands, Cheng Daqi was certain that the kidnappers’ actions were doomed to be futile.

Their demands could not possibly be met!

And it was the kind that didn’t stand a chance at all!

The Dracula Family’s might is evident from the business they engage in.

They deal in military business, and specifically in the most controversial sector—biomedicine.

According to the kidnappers’ claims, Dracula Biotech is also involved in using the bodies of soldiers killed in action for organ transplants.

As for using soldiers for biological experiments, that’s really just trivial in comparison.

After all, so many American companies have conducted experiments on humans, such as intentionally infecting them with syphilis and the like.

From these details, Cheng Daqi could conclude that the Dracula Family was just one link in the chain of interests.

The Dracula Group was definitely not an independent enterprise; its tangled web of interests was complex and extensive.

Without the backing of a powerful interest group, Dracula couldn’t carry out military deals, nor could it engage in the illegal organ transplantation business that involved stolen organs.

Once a person or a company became a link in the chain of interests, they couldn’t easily decide their fate anymore.

The kidnappers’ justice might be genuine; they might only want to seek justice for their humiliated and victimized comrades, to punish criminals for those innocent victims.

But in the eyes of the Dracula Group, or the interest groups behind the Dracula Group, things were not that simple.

They would only think: Do you few people really want to uphold justice?

Or do you want to use this incident to grasp our Achilles’ heel?

Who is behind you?

Who instructed you to target us like this?

Different interests breed different groups, and the stances of different groups are inherently varied because of their interests.

Cheng Daqi was sure that the kidnappers’ wishes could never be fulfilled.

This was no longer about rescuing the son of the Dracula Family; this was a major issue involving the life and death of the interest groups!

The Draculas would not compromise for the sake of some human lives!

Forget about losing a son, even if Dracula himself was to be killed, his interest partners wouldn’t compromise!

“Gru, have you watched the live broadcast?”

Tonks’s voice had lost the urgency it had at the beginning of the incident.

He had realized that the child was no longer important.

“Of course, Mr.

Tonks, I’m watching,” Gru said, signaling his men to be quiet as he respectfully responded to Tonks.

“At all costs, by dawn tomorrow, I want to see your good news!

This time you’re lucky, that child is not important anymore, understand?”

Hearing the old dog’s commanding tone, Gru smiled happily.

“Of course, you’re the BIG BOSS.”

After hanging up the phone, the burly action team leader scanned his subordinates.

As the leader of the legitimate gang within the Saint Rodu police force, Gru had a strong influence over his men.

Each of his officers was prepared to fight to the death!

Each was waiting for his command.

Even if it were a mountain of blades or a sea of fire ahead, his brothers would dare to charge!

But Gru did not wish for his brothers to die in vain!

“Brothers, that old dog said, at all costs, to solve the kidnapper problem by tomorrow morning.

Do you know what that means?”

Gru was very serious, totally devoid of his usual smile.

“We, you, you, you, and all of us officers, in their eyes, are just a damn cost!

We’re not people, just numbers, hahaha!

This fucking birth!

God damn birth!”

No officer answered him.

Only pairs of eyes flickered with anger.

Jax’s hands tightly gripped the edge of the table, whitening from the force of his grasp.

He was thinking, intensely pondering, yearning to kill Tonks tonight.