Zhao Qiang said, "I think so too."
Chen Xinyu asked, "Then how do you think we should get along after we return to China?"
Zhao Qiang said, "I don't know."
Chen Xinyu was also very troubled. The current environment allowed her to indulge herself, but once the peaceful environment in China was restored, who knew if she would still allow herself to be so promiscuous and let Zhao Qiang do whatever he wanted to her? This matter could only be left to be discussed after returning to China. Right now, she had to enjoy his care; otherwise, how would she survive and complete her interview assignment without Zhao Qiang?
Chen Xinyu's hand slowly reached down, "Zhao Qiang, what do you think of Blackie's body here?" After saying this, Chen Xinyu felt even more wanton. This was something she had never even thought about before, let alone said to her two so-called boyfriends.
Zhao Qiang felt the hand under his abdomen. He said, "Very good, very powerful. Do you like it?"
Chen Xinyu's lips pressed tightly against Zhao Qiang's ear: "No, I just want to see yours, I want to compare the differences between them."
Zhao Qiang pushed Chen Xinyu's head down, and Chen Xinyu ended up under Zhao Qiang's abdomen...V
Volume 2 [377] Encounter with Robbers
The scorching sun rose, its rays stinging like chili powder on one's arms. Zhao Qiang walked in the middle, with two young black men in front of him and Chen Xinyu and Casa behind him. This morning, at Zhao Qiang's request, the village sent someone to take them for a walk around the area. Along the way, Chen Xinyu kept looking at Zhao Qiang with alluring eyes, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable. After last night's passionate encounter, Chen Xinyu seemed even more dependent on him. This was the advantage of being a strong man, especially in such a turbulent world.
The prefabricated buildings ahead became increasingly visible. We could clearly see sentries with guns on the wooden towers, as well as the barbed wire fences surrounding the buildings and the warning signs that read "Trespassers will be killed." The place exuded a sense of strict discipline. In the very center of the prefabricated buildings was a wooden building with an iron frame, which should be the stronghold of this gang of robbers.
Casa shouted twice to the young men in front of him, probably signaling them to stop and not go any further. However, the two young black men ignored him and continued to lead Zhao Qiang forward. The sentries on the wooden tower saw the group and shouted loudly to their companions below. The wooden gate was opened, and more than a dozen armed men carrying guns ran out.
Casa yelled at the two black men, his words dripping with profanity, then grabbed Chen Xinyu and prepared to run away. One of the men suddenly said, "Didn't they say they wanted to take a look around? If they don't even dare come here, then what right do they have to covet the oil here?"
Black people aren't fools. Besides, there used to be an oil extraction plant here, so they all know that the so-called tourism is just an excuse. They don't know which company sent a corporate spy to pave the way.
Before long, thirteen armed men surrounded them. The two black men who had led the way knelt on the ground with their hands behind their heads. They seemed to know the rules. Kasa looked extremely nervous. She said to Chen Xinyu, "Don't talk or move. I'll handle this."
The militants included both Black and White men, making it difficult to discern their origins. The leader, a White man, shouted in the local dialect, "I warned you not to come here! Don't think I won't kill you!"
Two black men grabbed Casa's arms, while another fired a shot into the air as a warning. The sharp gunshot rang out, and the white leader cursed, "Screw it! Since she's delivered herself to our doorstep, take her back to keep us entertained. Tell those old geezers in the village that if they dare to be disrespectful again, we'll kill them all without exception!"
Kasa struggled desperately: "Let me go, let me go, we're leaving right now, we'll never come back."
The two black men on the ground glared at Zhao Qiang, as if to say, "You think you can mess with this crude oil? What can you do? You can't do anything. You might as well go back to suckling."
The white leader looked up and saw Chen Xinyu clearly. He was delighted and waved to his black companion behind him, saying, "Release that black girl, and take this one with you. I hate black skin, this one is good."
Kasa hurriedly cried out, "No, no, she's my guest! You can't take her away!"
But who would heed Casa's cries? Two black men went to pull Chen Xinyu away, while the others stood guard with their guns drawn. Bang! Suddenly, a low thud rang out, and the heads of ten soldiers exploded simultaneously. The ten bursts of blood appeared so suddenly that even the gunshots were barely audible; under the scorching sun, they looked like popped balloons. The three remaining bandits didn't even realize what had happened.
Thump! The two black men who were about to pull Chen Xinyu down were the first to fall, their brains spilling onto the ground. Then, the other eight black men fell to the ground one after another. The white leader and the two black men behind him stood there dumbfounded. Two seconds later, the two black men raised their guns to fire, but before they could pull the trigger, thud, thud! Two throwing knives pierced their throats. Their hands naturally loosened their grip on their guns and reached for their throats, trying to pull out the knives that were stuck in their throats.
The white leader suddenly turned and ran. Whoosh! Another throwing knife pierced his back. The white leader coughed suppressedly, fell to the ground, his body convulsing, his legs kicking the ground hard. He died in a short while.
Now it was Casa and the two black men who were dumbfounded, staring at Zhao Qiang. All thirteen robbers had been dealt with in just ten seconds. The most crucial thing was the gun in his hand. The strange long barrel was somehow hidden on his body without being noticed. But that wasn't the key issue. The barrel was like a multi-barreled machine gun with as many as ten barrels. Zhao Qiang swayed and then it reverted to a thick barrel. Then he pressed it in the middle, and the barrel shrank to the size of a pistol. He then tucked it into his waistband and it was no longer visible.
Casa suddenly knelt down and bowed to Zhao Qiang, muttering something under his breath. The two black men looked at Zhao Qiang with questioning eyes. At this moment, eight more people ran out from inside the wire mesh. Because the road was narrow, they moved forward in a straight line, making noises and aiming their guns at Zhao Qiang.
Zhao Qiang reached for his waist and found the compression gun in his hand. With a bang, the compressed air mass snapped all the branches along the way and crushed the first robber's body. Then came the second and the third. By the time he reached the eighth robber, he was exhausted, but the seventh robber, who flew backward, crashed into him. The nearly 200-pound weight still caused him to vomit blood and fall to the ground, unable to get up.
The alarm blared in the bandit stronghold, followed by the noisy sound of footsteps gathering. Suddenly, Casa jumped up, grabbed Chen Xinyu with one hand and Zhao Qiang with the other, and ran towards the village, with two black men close behind.
Zhao Qiang followed Kasa with ease. He touched the electromagnetic gun at his waist with satisfaction. After the improvement, he divided the electromagnetic gun into ten parts. Using the principle of the abnormal screwdriver, he could divide the electromagnetic channel. In this way, the shooting power could only be compared with the heavy machine gun, but the killing distance was sufficient for ordinary combat.
Ten electromagnetic channels fire ten bullets simultaneously. Using a bio-sensing chip, Zhao Qiang transmits the target coordinates in his eyes to the electromagnetic gun. The control chip of the electromagnetic gun automatically corrects the muzzle and aims at each target. As long as Zhao Qiang pulls the trigger, the ten bullets will be fired at ten different targets.
The ammunition capacity of the electromagnetic gun has also increased from five to twenty. After the first round of bullets is used up, the second round will be automatically loaded, allowing for two consecutive shots. After that, manual reloading is required. However, if fired individually, it can fire continuously for twenty rounds. The single-shot range is the same as before, making it suitable for long-range sniping.
Casa ran into the village shouting. Because she spoke in the local dialect, Zhao Qiang and Chen Xinyu couldn't understand her, but the black people looked on in surprise. Chen Xinyu whispered to Zhao Qiang, "Judging from their reverent expressions towards you, they seem to regard you as a savior."
Zhao Qiang said, "If that's the case, things will be easier. We must now mobilize them to evacuate the village, otherwise they will suffer a crazy retaliation from those bandits."
Chen Xinyu called out to Kasa and explained Zhao Qiang's words to her. Kasa said, "He will help our village, right? He was sent by the gods to rescue us from the fire."
Chen Xinyu said, "Yes, Zhao Qiang will definitely help you, but you must leave now, otherwise your villagers will be in danger."
Two elderly men emerged from the villagers, probably no more than fifty years old, but considered old in this indigenous tribe. They knelt before Zhao Qiang, presumably moved by Kasa's words, or perhaps by the two young black men who had accompanied them recounting the events to them. The fact that more than twenty bandits had been killed in an instant was enough to shock them.
Zhao Qiang had no time to waste. Shouts were already rising from the back of the village; the bandits could storm in at any moment. Luckily, they didn't have heavy weapons, otherwise a few cannonballs from their stronghold would have been enough. "Everyone, run into the desert! Hide from the bandits first, then we'll deal with them later!"
Casa translated Zhao Qiang's words. The two old men led the way, and the natives ran out of the village quickly. They were quite agile. Zhao Qiang told Chen Xinyu to follow the group, while he stayed behind to cover the rear. Several bandits had already appeared behind the village. Zhao Qiang took out a submachine gun from the car and fired continuously, bang, bang, bang. With each shot, a bandit fell to the ground. Although Zhao Qiang was standing in a conspicuous position, the bandits' bullets had no effect on him, which surprised them greatly.
The battle lasted less than ten minutes. Zhao Qiang killed all twenty-odd bandits he had found. His accurate marksmanship frightened the bandits so much that they dared not show their faces. However, some were still killed by bullets that pierced through the trees. The bandits suffered heavy casualties and had to abandon the pursuit and retreat back to their stronghold. Zhao Qiang leisurely drove his off-road vehicle and chased after the retreating villagers.
They soon saw the villagers. They hadn't gone far; after all, the village was their home. If they were afraid to leave their homes, they would have left long ago. It was only out of reverence for Zhao Qiang that they had temporarily retreated to the desert. Seeing Zhao Qiang return safely, the two old black natives greeted him, with Kasa following beside them. She needed to translate some things.
“Honorable guest,” the address had changed, “we know you’ve come for the oil, but you can handle those ruthless bandits, so we beg you to help us. If they continue to ravage our land, our people will all die.” The old native’s expression was solemn and serious.
Zhao Qiang said respectfully, "Old man, to be honest, I have obtained the operating rights here from your government. However, this will not hinder or damage your living environment. We will only open a few oil wells here and bring you a happier life. We are different from those robbers, so you don't need to worry. Secondly, we will help you drive away those robbers unconditionally. If they don't leave, then I will make them pay with their lives."
The two old natives bowed again. Zhao Qiang had stayed here overnight and had not harmed them in any way, so they preferred to trust him. As for the bandits, they only knew how to kill and rob, and the natives had no illusions about them. They didn't care whether Zhao Qiang came to plunder resources or not. The oil had been buried underground for so many years and hadn't improved their lives in the slightest. In the eyes of the natives, it was of no use at all.
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Volume 2 [378] Repelling the Enemy
Having promised the natives to help, Zhao Qiang began contacting Yang Shiqi. The bandits still held the advantage, so he needed to mobilize his troops in advance. He really hadn't expected the conflict to break out so quickly. In Zhao Qiang's plan, this trip was just to scout ahead, but somehow he was forced into a corner by two young black men. "Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it," was Zhao Qiang's motto. Complaining about anyone was useless.
Yang Shiqi was also anxious when she learned that Zhao Qiang had already fought with the bandits. She immediately urged Liu Jia and the others to go out. Although the other soldiers from the country had not yet arrived, they should have a chance of winning against a thousand or so bandits with their equipment. Moreover, Zhao Qiang was in charge of the overall situation, and they would only be helping out.
The bandits didn't chase after them, but they set fire to the indigenous village. Even in daylight, the firelight shone far and wide, making the indigenous people cry. Several young men wanted to go back and fight the bandits, but their families stopped them. They were unarmed; going back would only be suicide.
Zhao Qiang's vehicle carried food and water, and there were about a hundred locals in total. If they held on, they could last for a day or two. Once Yang Shiqi arrived with her men, they could attack the bandits' lair. In fact, Yang Shiqi and her men wouldn't be the main attackers, but they could be responsible for the safety of the locals. If Zhao Qiang ignored these people, his rule over this land would become unstable in the future. It was best to maintain good relations with them, since this oasis had more than just one village.
At night, under cover of darkness, more than two hundred bandits drove out of the oasis. They drove three modified wide-tire vehicles and aggressively rushed towards the refugees on the edge of the desert. They began to surround the people from several kilometers away, intending to wipe out the natives in one fell swoop and avenge their comrades who had died during the day.
Zhao Qiang had observed the enemy situation early in the morning. Chen Xinyu, seeing the lights getting closer and closer, became anxious: "Zhao Qiang, what should we do? Should we continue to retreat deeper into the desert? There are too many of them, and Company Commander Yang and his men won't arrive until tomorrow evening. It's too late for them."
Zhao Qiang said, "Retreating blindly isn't the solution, and how can a person's feet outrun a car? You stay here and don't wander off. I'll go out and meet them. The view is good here, so if any enemies sneak up, I'll see them and come back to reinforce them. Also, take these guns; fire if anything happens."
Chen Xinyu had never fired a gun before, but the trials of blood and fire these past few days had greatly increased her courage, and she was no longer so afraid of shooting and killing people. She nodded as she accepted the two submachine guns that Zhao Qiang handed her.
Zhao Qiang pushed off the sand and shot into the sky. Kasa pointed in the direction Zhao Qiang disappeared and shouted. The two old men clasped their hands together and muttered something. Such a person really surprised them.
The bandits made a racket all the way, showing no awareness of their intention to launch a sneak attack. Each of their modified vehicles was equipped with a heavy machine gun, which was their greatest asset. Their daytime attacks had been ineffective, which annoyed their leader, so this time they deployed heavy weapons. It was a pity they didn't have rocket launchers, otherwise they would have brought them along as well.
Zhao Qiang flew silently through the air, with a car right beneath his feet. He pulled out his compression gun, took a quick aim, and pulled the trigger. He would eliminate the heavy weapons first; the remaining rifles were no threat to him. He didn't even need to activate his energy protection. Wei's reminder to him was right—he couldn't waste it, or he would suffer if a protracted battle ensued.
Boom! The car beneath their feet vanished under the yellow sand after kicking up a cloud of dust. The immense pressure squeezed the car into a ball, sinking deep into the sand. The people inside turned into a pool of blood and disappeared along with it. Several people on either side of the moving car also perished. What terrified the bandits even more was that they had no idea where the attack came from. Taking advantage of the rising dust, Zhao Qiang used the recoil from the compression gun to propel himself away. The propulsion device on his running shoes activated, and Zhao Qiang flew towards another car.
With the power of the compressed gun, he could take down one car in no time. Moreover, Zhao Qiang was not afraid of the bullets from the people below, so he launched an attack without any hesitation. With a bang, he flattened the second car. This time, someone saw the black shadow flying in the sky, and amidst shouts, bullets were fired wildly into the sky. Many of them hit Zhao Qiang, but did not cause any damage. Zhao Qiang flew towards the third car.
The driver of the vehicle was terrified and frantically slammed on the gas, racing wildly across the sand. The machine gunner raised the muzzle to its highest position, but even that couldn't clear the dark shadow in the sky. So one of the bandits detached the machine gun from his shoulder and carried it on his shoulder, while the other bandit crouched down and fired at the sky. After only a few shots, a powerful pressure came down from above, and the bandit carrying the machine gun suddenly collapsed. In an instant, his head and neck were pierced into his chest cavity, and his thigh bone pierced into his abdomen. The heavy machine gun slammed down, smashing the head of the bandit who had fired the shot. Then, the two men were squeezed against the steel plate of the truck bed by the pressure and disappeared into the yellow sand together.
With the raiding party's three main weapons destroyed, Zhao Qiang landed on the ground. Reluctant to waste the electromagnetic gun bullets, even though he could use energy to decompose and reassemble the metal, that would still waste energy. So, Zhao Qiang used the compression gun to deal with the raiding bandits. Although the reload time was a bit long, Zhao Qiang wasn't in a hurry. He fired one shot after another, each shot killing at least three or four bandits. This speed was already frightening the bandits.
After about fifty people died, the attacking group scattered. Some of the bandits were afraid of being punished if they went back, so they ran away. They could go somewhere else if they didn't stay here. If they insisted on staying here, they would probably die today or be done for tomorrow.
With his protective shirt and armor, Zhao Qiang didn't waste a single ounce of energy, easily repelling the invading enemy. In fact, if someone had helped guard the indigenous residents, Zhao Qiang was confident he could storm the bandits' stronghold alone. A team like theirs, which rarely even had machine guns, was even less likely to possess powerful weapons like missiles, so Zhao Qiang didn't need to worry about getting hurt. All he had to do was rush in blindly and fire indiscriminately. He would hold a compressed gun in each hand, firing left and right, until he had the bandits' stronghold destroyed.
The black villagers in the desert witnessed the invading enemy being scattered as soon as they left the Gobi Desert, which made them even more in awe of Zhao Qiang. Kasa's father asked his daughter in detail about everything about Zhao Qiang, but Kasa didn't know much. She only knew that Zhao Qiang was a very kind man. The black father told Kasa to treat this god-like figure well. Perhaps he could really bring good fortune to Tabtan, but he couldn't be sure that he would turn into a demon. No matter what the outcome, such a person should not be provoked.
They passed the night peacefully, but the daytime sun was too much for their bodies to bear, so Zhao Qiang led the villagers back into the oasis. They waited all day under the trees on the edge of the desert. As evening approached, before the sun had even set, Yang Shiqi's three off-road vehicles came into view. Chen Xinyu shouted and waved her hands from a sand dune to signal them. Yang Shiqi directed the vehicles to drive over. They brought a large amount of food and weapons. Zhao Qiang's intention was to arm the villagers, regardless of whether they could fight or not, at least to give them a hint that they could become the masters of their own destiny, which would be beneficial for better managing other villages in the future.
Yang Shiqi grasped Zhao Qiang's hand: "How is it going? The plan was carried out a bit hastily, and we're short-handed."
Zhao Qiang said, "Yesterday they sent a team to ambush us, but I scattered them. They haven't made a move all day today, so I guess they've run out of options. They might be waiting for reinforcements, so we can't give them time to prepare. Let's just take them down."
Yang Shiqi said, "Let me go with you, the rest of you stay here to protect the villagers."
Considering that the bandits did not have heavy weapons, Zhao Qiang agreed, "Okay, we'll each take two compression guns and level the bandits' stronghold tonight. Even if reinforcements arrive, it won't matter unless they use artillery to turn this oasis upside down."
Chen Xinyu was a little anxious and tugged at Zhao Qiang's sleeve: "Zhao Qiang, I'll go with you too. I want to take pictures and record things."
Zhao Qiang only said, "Stay here, I'll bring back the video." Chen Xinyu then shut her mouth and sat down to the side without saying a word, not daring to show any resentment on her face. She was quite loyal to Zhao Qiang's orders.
Yang Shiqi followed Zhao Qiang into the woods, and she smirked, "Reporter Chen is very obedient. No wonder you like her. Unlike the rest of us, we just talk back to you."
Zhao Qiang said, "It's not what you think. I think she has great potential, which is very important for our future image promotion and control of public opinion, so you should pay attention to her."
Yang Shiqi said, "Okay, I understand. A long time ago, Xiaoya said she wanted to find a partner in the media industry. Now you've found one for her. If she knew that Chen Xinyu, the war correspondent who is now famous all over the country, was being treated like a cat or dog by you, she would probably be very surprised."
Zhao Qiang chuckled. He hadn't expected Chen Xinyu to be so easily tamed. Although it was a bit strange, he didn't care. With his current equipment, he didn't need to be afraid of anything. If Chen Xinyu betrayed him, she wouldn't gain anything. The two of them were now in the same boat, and he believed that someone as smart as her wouldn't do anything foolish.
Yang Shiqi added, "We fought continuously on our way back to K City, and now everyone's combat effectiveness is improving rapidly."
Zhao Qiang said, "That's good. Once this place is stabilized, we'll send all the other soldiers here in rotation for training. By training our troops through combat, we'll definitely create a high-quality force. I think your grandfather will be satisfied with your performance."
Yang Shiqi said, "We'll ignore him. I'll have my grandpa beg me later."
Zhao Qiang didn't mind Yang Shiqi's childish words. As long as he knew that Yang Shiqi wouldn't harm him, that was enough. He took Yang Shiqi's hand and jumped into the sky: "Let's go, let's go on a killing spree. You need to be prepared."
Yang Shiqi said excitedly, "It's not like I haven't killed people before. Just thinking about the thrill of killing makes me excited. Don't stop me tonight, I won't stop until I've killed a hundred people."
Volume 2 [379] Suppressing the Thieves
The bandits entrenched in the Tabtan oasis had no connection with Bazafi. Their goal was to gain actual control of the area and eventually become the true rulers, beyond the reach of even the government forces.
However, the bandits were now in deep trouble. During the day, they had only managed to kill a few black men who happened to wander into their area of control. The twenty-odd men they sent to deal with them were all killed. Then, the force that attacked the village suffered heavy losses, and the force that raided the natives at night was almost entirely wiped out. This terrified the bandit leader, so he kept the stronghold locked all day and urgently requested reinforcements. Bullets seemed to have no effect on the enemy, and he had no better weapons than guns.
Hundreds of men patrolled the bandit stronghold incessantly. In the steel-framed building in the center of the stronghold, several leaders were arguing. One of them said, "Let's retreat. That's a person. We can't handle him at all."
Someone chimed in, "That's right. Just imagine, it can fly in the sky and smash a car into the sand with a single shot. It must have tremendous power. We can't afford to mess with it. We'd better leave quickly. Losing your life won't bring you any benefits."
The bandit leader said with difficulty, "It's not that I'm not afraid, but the problem is that the higher-ups won't let us retreat. If we retreat, this oasis rich in oil resources will be occupied by others, and all the hardships we've endured here will be for nothing."
Someone asked, "Are you willing to lose your life here?"
The bandit leader said, "No way, let's not lose our courage first. Is there really an invincible person in this world? Or are those soldiers just exaggerating the battle situation? Even bulletproof vests have weaknesses. It's impossible for someone to be completely unharmed when hit. At the very least, they can knock someone to the ground. Then we can swarm in and capture him alive."
One of the bandits suggested to the bandit leader, "How about we withdraw some of our men and leave some behind? We need to preserve some of our strength. If they wipe us out in one fell swoop, we'll be in big trouble, and we won't have any chance to make a comeback."
The bandit leader said, "Alright, to be on the safe side, I'll take everyone's advice. However, it's not suitable for marching in the dark. We'll arrange for the high command to retreat first thing tomorrow morning, leaving someone behind to command the troops to continue holding the line."
Boom! Boom! Suddenly, two enormous pressures from the left and right sides slammed into the steel-framed building in the center of the stronghold. The thick triangular steel was crushed into a heap, and the people who were having the meeting were involuntarily thrown into the air, then exploded in mid-air, and were subsequently crushed by steel and wood, forming a pool of filthy blood.
With just two shots from each side, Zhao Qiang and Yang Shiqi took down the stronghold's fortress. No one inside would survive; the entire building was reduced to scrap metal. A person inside could only survive by turning into an ant. Then, the two began firing at the patrolling soldiers. Because their bodies had no point of leverage in the air, each shot would bounce them in another direction, making it impossible for the bandits on the ground to track them down. They could only fire wildly into the sky, resulting in an absurdly low hit rate. Even if a bullet occasionally hit the two, it wouldn't cause any harm.
This was a one-sided massacre. Yang Shiqi complained to Zhao Qiang over the radio: "The enemy is too weak. This is not a battle, it's just a cleanup. If we had known it would be like this, why did we bring people from China? They are too easy to defeat."