Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming-Chapter 847 Sacrifice

The gate didn’t need to be rammed open; he and his team members were ambushed on either side of the wall just outside the gate.

The gate swung wide.

Light flickered with the movement of people inside, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

An Zhiyuan gestured; he heard through his earpiece that everyone was in position.

In just a few minutes, there were no more standing figures in the prison cell.

The stench of blood permeating the air was nausea-inducing, but they were used to it – the five men in the room hated the torturers so much that they wished they could kill these beasts all over again as they looked at the man "Wu Gang," who was hanging on the stakes.

An Zhiyuan waved his hand; they couldn’t linger any longer. Their mission was to leave safely, to complete their own task. He handed his backpack to the adjacent Ghost Shadow, "Clean up the scene; we’re leaving."

For more than forty-five hours – his 5 ribs had been crushed by a blunt instrument, the skin and flesh below both knees had been flayed, his nose cut off by a blade, both his eyeballs had been smashed, his jaw shattered by a blunt object, and eight fingers chopped off.

The most brutal part was that through the entire torture, because the drug traffickers had injected him with heavy doses of stimulants, he couldn’t even pass out from the pain. (This is taken from Baidu; please forgive the brutality, but it is a fact, unknown would not be subjected to censorship.)

Now, Wu Gang, who barely had a breath left in him, looked helplessly at them; he couldn’t hold on any longer, yet these people wouldn’t let him die.

Death had become a luxury.

They all remembered a saying: the reason you can’t see the darkness is that countless brave souls have blocked it out where you can’t see.

This sentence encapsulated the helplessness and desolation of these narcotics officers.

An Zhiyuan took the man down from the pillar; yes, the word was "took down!"

For the man was impaled by iron nails through his palms and limbs. Whether this breath could last until the return was uncertain, but An Zhiyuan didn’t stop yearning for Bai Xiao.

If Bai Xiao were by his side, perhaps there might have been hope for Wu Gang.

To at least let him live on.

"Wu Gang, we are a special team from China, I am the captain. We’re going to get you out of here. We’re going home!"

Looking at such teammates, there were tears in everyone’s eyes. Who says men don’t shed tears lightly, just that it hasn’t reached their hearts yet.

This was the lament written in their blood and lives.

Wu Gang shook his head; he could no longer see his comrades, a painful sob followed, "Give... me... a... quick..."

All shed tears, An Zhiyuan shook his head, "Hang in there, we’ll take you back soon, everyone listen up, level this place, leave no one alive!" With tears, An Zhiyuan hoisted Wu Gang upon his back, ready to leave.

The fiery rage for revenge was burning in their hearts; these people deserved to die.

The bullets were chambered, the furious flames of anger ready to crush all dust into nothingness.

An Zhiyuan sensed Wu Gang slump on his back; Ghost Shadow felt for a pulse, then shook his head.

The atmosphere became oppressively heavy.

An Zhiyuan lifted the man with force, "Comrade, we’re going home, we don’t know your name, but you will return to your country." The five men held their firearms, their lush black hair matted from sweat, faces painted with interlacing black and green camo. Their green T-shirts were filthy from mud and sweat, but their presence was immense.

He coolly considered whether to order a return to the place of torture, to kill all the bastards still there, even if only a handful; it was not enough to quell their anger, it was what they deserved.

But his mission was to retrieve the item they wanted; it was not yet complete. They had to leave, for if they lost their calm, they too might be killed, endangering his team. Long ago, he learned to separate emotion from impulse, which kept him clear-headed and did not hinder his execution of the current mission, but... damn it! He truly wanted to slaughter those bastards.

The deaths of these men here were not enough.

They no longer deserved to be called human.

"Retreat!"

He ordered softly.

All eyes dimmed; they held no objection, but they knew it was a command.