The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 410

The leading officer drew the Browning SU7656 large-caliber pistol from his waist holster and pointed it at Ye Tian, "You now have the right to remain silent; every word you say will be used as evidence in court."

"Don’t give me that spiel; mainland criminal law hasn’t gotten that far, picking up how Hong Kong Police speak, you’re really something!"

The officer across from him glanced at the hostage in Ye Tian’s arms and said, "Let her go, and we can guarantee your safety."

"What if I don’t?"

The officer thought for a moment, "That’s simple."

A loud "Bang!" splattered some blood on Ye Tian’s face, and Chen Ting, whom he threatened with a scalpel, slowly slipped down his body, all the way to his feet. There was a hole as thick as a finger on her forehead, but the back of her head was a muddled mess.

Looking at the bullet lodged in the wall beside his ear, Ye Tian licked his dry lips, "Quite the marksman."

The officer coldly tilted his head, "Blind shot. I didn’t know it would miss; I actually wanted to shoot you. Take him away!"

Ye Tian came to his senses, letting the soldier cautiously approach with a gun, kick him behind the knee, and then aim the gun at his head.

Very professional technique.

That style, very much like Israel’s wild youth units.

Ye Tian’s head was pressed hard to the ground, and he struggled to ask, "Aren’t you guys from the National Security Department?"

The officer walked over, a leather boot foot stepping on his head, and didn’t forget to twist it a couple of times on his face, which seemed very satisfying, "Who told you we’re from that bunch of losers? Take him away!"

Ye Tian was hoisted up by two people; from the corner of his eye, he could see that the Admiral on the screen was still anxiously arranging for more blasting in the corridor, apparently completely unaware of the situation inside.

These people were really not from the National Security Department.

Damn! No way!

Just as Ye Tian was wondering how they would take him out, a loud roar suddenly came from above, and many people scrambled to tie various types and thicknesses of ropes around him. Ye Tian recognized these as the latest U2 steel wire ropes produced by the military arsenal in Munich, Germany. A strand of hair-thin wire could suspend five Volkswagen cars fifty meters in the air without falling. This type of steel wire rope has also always been indispensable for air forces around the world.

Looking up, a WZ-7 was circling overhead, the huge helicopter rotors stirring so much air he could hardly open his eyes.

These people really went to great lengths!

It wasn’t until then that Ye Tian saw the General on the screen realizing something was wrong and had disappeared from view.

As the helicopter flew away, Ye Tian saw a dense crowd emerge from the space capsule, and he waved at them dramatically. Unexpectedly, a fist suddenly emerged from the side and struck him on the nose. Ye Tian’s vision blacked out, and he fell unconscious.

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When Ye Tian woke up again, the conditions were obviously much better than last time. Last time in the space capsule, the first thing he saw was a disgusting face and the stench of feces and urine mixed in the crotch area. This time it was a bright, tidy room; seeing the IV bag on his arm and the beeping machine by the bed, Ye Tian understood that he was probably in a hospital now.

He tried to lift his arm only to discover that his wrist was handcuffed to the bed, even his feet were shackled to the bed frame.

They really think highly of me!

Ye Tian mocked inwardly, his mind also beginning to carefully consider his next move.

After some thought, finding no leads, Ye Tian’s mind started to grow restless. The environment here was stark white, not just any white but that particular hue of a hospital, tainted with the scent of disinfectant, a torturous assault on the senses.

The pain in his ribs was still there, but much improved. He tried to do a sit-up, but only got halfway before lying straight back down, the pain was too much. Not just his ribs, but also the injured internal organs were collectively protesting against Ye Tian’s actions.

Waiting eagerly, someone finally arrived.

It was a nurse in a white coat, carrying a metal tray with cotton swabs, syringes, and various other items. However, the uniform had been clearly altered for the nurse’s own figure, showing off a slender waist – which was impossible for a standard-issue coat.

"Awake? How are you feeling?"

The nurse glanced at the IV bottle, sped up the infusion rate, then injected a medication into the IV bag.

"What are you injecting...what’s that?"

"Anti-inflammatory. How did you mess up your toes, they’re nearly coming off."

Coming off. Still alive is already fortunate.

Ye Tian put on a very weak look and turned to glance at the handcuffs on his wrist, saying, "Nurse, could you unlock these for me? I need to use the restroom."

The nurse gave him a look, then put the syringe back on the tray and picked it up, "Wait here, I’ll ask the guard outside. I can’t make this decision."

Seeing how confident this little nurse was, Ye Tian sighed helplessly in his mind. He suddenly thought of Chen Ting, who had been shot in the confidential room – if not for him, she might have lived longer. This thought instilled a vague unease in Ye Tian. It seemed that the women who stayed close to him tended to meet with bad ends. Sweat. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

It wasn’t long before the nurse left that two people wearing wide-brimmed hats entered the room, their presence indicating a not insignificant rank.

"I’m the commander, and he’s the Political Commissar. You don’t need to dwell on the specifics of our military ranks, nor inquire about them. Since we’re from the same military, it’s meaningless to talk too plainly."

Quite direct.

Ye Tian squinted at the two men before him, wondering what their purpose was for rescuing him. Anyone bold enough to snatch food from the mouth of the National Security Bureau must be of considerable significance, but there are few who could oppose and challenge the Prime Minister. It could only be the Prime Minister himself, then.

"Are you from the Dragon Team?"

Neither of the two men responded, the Political Commissar moved two chairs over, placing one for himself and setting the other behind the commander.

"Heh, old partners are the best, still remember to bring me a chair over."

"Don’t start with me, if you knew I was good, why did you leave in the first place?"

Although both men were bantering with each other, the complicit relationship between old buddies was immediately apparent to any discerning eye. Ye Tian was actually fond of this atmosphere, especially as someone who came from a military background, he was all the more accustomed to the teasing camaraderie between the old pals.