Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 177 - 166: In Silence

Chapter 177: Chapter 166: In Silence

Blood kept flowing.

The pain was real, and so was the growing weakness, but since the bleeding hadn’t been for long, it wasn’t yet to the point where I couldn’t hold onto a key.

But keeping the thumb pressed on the unlock button was truly exhausting; it felt almost impossible to keep it pressed.

Gao Yi quietly placed the hand holding the remote control under the table and released his thumb.

Just a quick release, it didn’t matter as long as Shaman couldn’t see it.

It seemed this time death was certain, as Gao Yi really couldn’t think of how Feng Biao could save him.

From every angle, Shaman had a hundred reasons to kill Feng Biao, then spend a lot of money to deal with Gao Yi, after all, with enough money, there was no need to get one’s own hands dirty to vent anger.

Even if that wasn’t satisfying, sending agents from the National Intelligence Bureau around the world to hunt for Sky Garden would do.

So Feng Biao truly hoped he could die smoothly, rather than living and being tormented by Shaman.

Feng Biao knew all too well how grim the fate of a captive could be; he had seen it, heard about it, and even tortured captives himself. So, just for that reason, he would have to blast Shaman out first, then find an opportunity to decisively end his own life.

Shaman was also having his doubts.

A Textile Bomb, he had never heard of such a thing, and the detection methods of the National Intelligence Bureau were very advanced. His men were also very vigilant; how could they have let someone bring a bomb in?

No, if there really was a bomb, it must have been prepared in advance. But the way the two had just been allowing each other to leave first didn’t look like it was part of a plan.

So could this be a bluff?

The problem was, if there was no bomb, then it was just a false alarm. But if there actually was a bomb, that meant death.

Not any other outcome, but death.

Risking or gambling with someone else’s life was one thing, but it was quite difficult to stake his own life on a gamble.

Maybe he should probe a little further?

Shaman had hardened his resolve, yet someone began to knock on the door gently.

Shaman had previously been barking orders through the door, and now someone wanted to enter, unclear of their intention.

Shaman turned his gaze to Feng Biao.

Brave was one thing; not fearing death was genuine, but since he had been forced to bow down, he obviously had to obediently follow Feng Biao’s commands. Otherwise, if Feng Biao couldn’t restrain himself and his hand slipped, Shaman would be unjustly dead.

Feng Biao shook his head, and so Shaman didn’t dare let his men enter. Instead, he shouted loudly, "What is it?"

"Your Highness, I have very important urgent news to report."

The subordinates outside knew the situation inside, so they dared not push the door and enter, nor insist on coming in, and could only speak in a negotiating tone.

Feng Biao nodded, "Let him open the door but don’t allow him in; just speak from the doorway."

Shaman shouted loudly, "Open the door, but don’t come in."

The door opened, and a person poked his head in, not daring to fully enter, standing there distressed, hemming and hawing, yet afraid to speak.

Without a word from Feng Biao, an already furious Shaman yelled, "Speak!"

"The deputy director... he’s been captured."

The subordinate was on the verge of tears as he spoke.

Shaman was stunned; first, he felt a cold sweep over his body, followed by a deep-seated fear.

This was bad; Harold’s faction had retaliated. His confidant had been captured; it was a sign of an impending upheaval.

Shaman swallowed with difficulty, "How was he captured, who did it?"

"It was them..."

He carefully glanced at Feng Biao, then the subordinate at the doorway whispered, "It was that... Chinese man. He suddenly struck the deputy director unconscious, took him on a plane; the airport personnel didn’t dare to intercept. I was relaying your orders to the deputy director over the phone at that time, and then that man said..."

"This is a hostage situation, not a capture! Speak clearly!"

Shaman was nearly driven mad with anger, but apart from anger, he also felt waves of relief wash over him.

Abdulla being taken hostage by these assassins was inconsequential, but as long as he wasn’t captured by some powerful department, it was manageable.

Following the relief, Shaman felt like his brain was going to explode from rage.

He was a hindrance rather than a help, a useless fool. Shaman would prefer Abdulla to die quickly.

If Abdulla didn’t die, he would have to die on return; Shaman wanted to kill him a hundred times, in a hundred different ways, a thousand times, a million times.

The subordinate continued hesitantly, "The man said that he took the deputy director away, and you must return him safely, or else he would pry open the deputy director’s mouth. He specifically said ’pry open.’ He said if you sent him over, he would exchange the deputy director back."

Shaman’s brief moment of relief vanished.

This was a disaster, a huge disaster.

Abdulla could die a million times over, but he absolutely couldn’t be captured and coerced into spilling any secrets.

Everyone did things in secret, but secrets could not be revealed; once Abdulla’s mouth was pried open, and he uttered anything he shouldn’t, Shaman would be finished.

Shaman had really thought these audacious assassins would use Abdulla’s life to threaten him, but he hadn’t expected the other party to directly use the informational value of Abdulla to pressure him.

Abdulla’s life was worthless, but his informational value was a gold mine, no, a mountain of gold. If Harold and his faction got hold of Abdulla, then Shaman’s throne would truly be gone.

Shaman looked at Feng Biao, then realized Feng Biao seemed to be even more astonished than him.

The two hostages stared at each other wide-eyed.

Then, suddenly, Feng Biao said, "That works?"