I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 411 - The Clash on the Expressway

Chapter 411: The Clash on the Expressway

Translator: _Min_ Editor: Caron_

The back popped open, and a soldier in a black, special forces uniform raised the rifle in his hand as the muzzle pointed directly at Ayesha in the driver seat.

The instant Ayesha saw the rifle, she released her foot on the gas and slammed the brakes while her hands turned the steering wheel rapidly.

The screeching tires left black skid marks on the ground; their car skidded to a small road beside the highway. At the same time, the rifles began to fire.

Tatatata!

The rifles unleashed a barrage of bullets. With the jumping sparks and bullets, Jiang Chen saw with the illumination of the bullets that two shooters were inside.

The windshield shattered and glass scattered all over their bodies. The bullets also left a trail of bullet holes on the car roof. People on the street let out deafening screams as they ran for their lives and put distance between themselves and the scene unfolding in front of them. The cars on the street were also in a panic as they desperately tried to maintain control; some even slammed onto the sidewalk.

“Ughhhh!”

Ayesha shouted in pain as blood splattered on her shoulder and began to spread on her white shirt.

“Ayesha!”

Witnessing the blood splattering, Jiang Chen’s pupils violently contracted as rage filled his body. He almost uncontrollably entered Fury.

“I’m okay.”

With gritted teeth, Ayesha’s hands stayed on the steering wheel as she drove the car back onto the highway.

Using a nitrogen shield in this enclosed space would cause suffocation, so Jiang Chen could only duck with Ayesha to avoid the bullets whizzing above their heads.

“Drive to the port.” Jiang Chen took out the PK2000 from the storage dimension while suppressing his internal rage.

“Understood!”

Beyond the rubber posts beside the road was the sea. With one simple mistake, they could end up in the ocean, but Ayesha wouldn’t allow that to happen. Even if the pain in her left arm was about to make her lose consciousness, she still grasped the steering wheel tightly.

Fortunately, not a lot of people took this route to the deep-water harbor; it was just their two cars in the middle of a Hollywood-esque pursuit.

The car stabilized as Jiang Chen smashed his car window open with the barrel of his gun before he took aim at the shooter.

But before he could fire, the opponent was quick to react. The shooter who climbed on top of the truck fired at Jiang Chen’s hands outside his window.

The bullets barely whizzed by Jiang Chen’s hands, forcing him to retract them. These people obviously received specialized training with more accurate shooting compared to average soldiers. Even Jiang Chen, who had experienced battles before, felt a sense of danger from these men.

“Fu*k you,” Jiang Chen cursed as he took a heat sensor grenade from the storage dimension and tossed it out the window.

Trailed by flames, the heat-seeking grenade made a noticeable pause in the air before it redirected its course and flew to the small truck.

With flames and a large explosion, the top was blown off the truck. But these shooters were obviously prepared - not only was the truck reinforced, but even the windows were bulletproof. The truck rammed through the smoke of the explosion, remaining hot in pursuit.

Due to loss of blood, Ayesha’s eyesight was beginning to blur, but she still held the wheel tightly and locked her gaze onto the curved road ahead. Jiang Chen noticed that a fine mist of sweat covered her forehead.

Jiang Chen noticed her seat was stained red; his heart was bleeding.

He took a deep breath as he lowered his head.

“Stop the car.”

“I can still do it.” Ayesha’s lower lip was about to bleed, but her foot didn’t release the gas.

“I said stop the car, I’m going to kill them.” Jiang Chen’s pupils turned into a crimson red.

The daunting crimson red reflected his bloodthirsty fury.

Not far in the distance, a black helicopter appeared in the air as it maintained the same speed as the car. Jiang Chen noticed there was a sniper at the hatch door, aiming into the distance.

The sniper didn’t shoot, perhaps afraid of hitting Jiang Chen.

They intended to kidnap, not assassinate.

“No… Your secret will be revealed. We’re almost at the port - there’s no one there.” The rare occasion when Ayesha went against Jiang Chen’s wishes, she stuttered.

“Fu*k! Is your life more important or is the fu*king secret more important?!”

Roaring, Jiang Chen kicked open his car door.

When she heard these words, Ayesha’s face instantly turned red.

But before she could relish this warm feeling, her eyes widened in shock.

“No”

Jiang Chen ignored her words as he ripped off his seatbelt.

A grim smile surfaced on his face as he jumped out of the car and dropped to the sea, ten something meters below.

“If there are fu*king reefs down there, I’ll be done.”

With his eyes locked onto the sea, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth.

Splash!

Staring at the splash created on the sea surface, everyone was shocked.

They didn’t expect Jiang Chen to jump.

This type of courage wasn’t typical of a rich person. In their heads, Jiang Chen would get out of the car and beg on the ground for their mercy, just like the influential people they kidnapped before.

The truck came to a sudden stop. The black helicopter also hovered above the area where Jiang Chen jumped. No one bothered with the car Ayesha was in.

They only had one mission: to capture Jiang Chen and use him as a hostage to force a swap. The moment the helicopter lifted off the fishing boat, it appeared on New Moon Island’s radar. The force stationed on New Moon Island was on its way; if these kidnappers couldn’t secure the target quickly, they would be surrounded.

“Fu*k, is that guy crazy?” A bearded man with brown skin cursed as he jumped out from the back of the truck.

Their uniforms had a small arrow representing their identity.

Arrow Military Company.

Registered in South Africa, they were stationed on the island of Madagascar across the Mozambican Strait. They were one of the most despicable private military companies in the world. Most of their members were retired NATO soldiers who participated in the Iraq war. For a generous sum, they were willing to turn on the force they served without any consideration, or they could help the CIB capture drug lords in Africa.

They were hired by the country F government.

They had to capture the primary shareholder of Celestial Trade and threaten him to pressure the Xin government to release the 41 captured F soldiers.

F finally learned its lesson. When they realized their “special force” was no match, they decisively threw out ten million USD and hired international experts to conduct this operation.

“Change of plan. Team C, move to coordinate (301,212).” Another soldier in a helmet got out of the car and scanned the sea surface before he immediately spoke into the microphone attached to his ear.

“Roger.”

The large fishing boat docked 10 kilometers away suddenly moved to where the helicopter was hovering.

“Team A, follow me to build a line of defense. Team B, help me retrieve the package.”

“Affirmative.”

The truck stopped in the middle of the road. A soldier brought out machine guns and rocket launchers from the back of the truck while the other three made an “L” shaped barrier and set it around the truck.

The engine of the helicopter roared as it slowly made its descent.

Waves began to form on the surface of the sea because of the turbulence created by the helicopter. A soldier in diving gear with a rope attached to his back signaled his comrade before he dived inside.

“Did you find him?”

Fortunately, there were no reefs under the water - the target should still be alive.

“Wait…”

He turned on his searchlights. The diver moved underwater while searching for the target.

The water wasn’t deep, but the jagged reefs and corals obstructed some of his vision. When the light scanned the area, the Clownfish swam away to hide in seaweed, but a crab just stayed there blowing bubbles.

“Sheet, where is that guy hiding?” The diver cursed.

The soldiers in the helicopter watched the police force appearing at the entrance of the road, preparing their rifles.

“Liam, stop playing, quickly.”

“I know… sheet! What is that!? Ahhh!”

“Liam! What happened! Liam!”

Watching the blood gradually bubble up to the surface, the soldier in the helicopter widened his eyes. When he saw the object appearing on the surface of the water, dumbfounded, a single word came out of his mouth.

“God”