“…Let go a bit, or you’ll choke him to death,” Zhou Rong almost squeezed the words out between his teeth: “Calm down, Tang Hao. Tell me who sent you. Rommel? Or other A-country people? What conditions did they provide? Did you know about the zombie night raid on the camp in advance?”
Tang Hao did not answer: “Throw the gun over.”
Zhou Rong shouted harshly: “Tang Hao!”
“—It’s the antibodies,” Yan Hao suddenly and abruptly said.
Everyone’s gaze turned, and if one paid careful attention, they would notice Tang Hao’s eye corner twitching slightly.
Yan Hao asked: “Something’s wrong with the antibodies, isn’t it?”
This time, Tang Hao paused for several seconds under everyone’s watchful eyes before shaking his head: “No need for more nonsense. Count to three, everyone throws their guns over. One, two…”
Zhou Rong threw his assault rifle with a slap, followed by a chorus of gun-throwing sounds.
Si Nan gritted his teeth and struggled, with the gun barrel clicking into place against his temple: “Don’t move. I can still complete my mission with your corpse.”
“Are you sure you can escape from this canyon with a hostage?” Zhou Rong said coldly, “Or do you think the party negotiating with you will keep their promise?”
Tang Hao laughed briefly: “That’s my business, Captain Zhou.”
His hand gripping Si Nan’s throat remained as unyielding as iron, professionally controlling Si Nan’s oxygen to prevent immediate suffocation while preventing strong resistance, dragging him backward.
Zhou Rong and others immediately followed, with Tang Hao shouting: “Stop! If I see any human figure within 200 meters, I’ll break his hands immediately!”
Zhou Rong’s expression instantly turned extremely ugly.
“You won’t see me again,” Tang Hao said coldly, “Goodbye.”
Completely hidden behind Si Nan, he retreated step by step out of everyone’s line of sight.
Until the rustling footsteps disappeared into the forest, Zhou Rong took a swift step forward, grabbing the assault rifle and saying in a low voice: “Follow!”
Tang Hao responded with silence instead of a definitive answer.
“So,” Si Nan mocked, “do you really believe he will honor the treaty?”
The pursuers hidden in concealment remained motionless, and the nearby forest returned to its eerie silence.
Tang Hao withdrew his gaze and finally spoke: “…Not really.”
