I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 285 - 283 Draw the Line

Chapter 285: Chapter 283 Draw the Line

Wang Ye fell like a rock, vaulting over the wall, his body tracing an arc in mid-air before plummeting straight down.

When he hit the ground, his feet touched down first followed by a roll on the spot, skidding six or seven meters into the mud, his wounds gaping open, the bandages around his waist stained red with blood.

Chen Yong stood on the roof, a pistol in hand, looking down. A pair of searchlights on the wall also swung in his direction.

Wang Ye lay on the ground, crawling towards the distant woods. He felt his left thigh swell up, probably twisted during the fall. His back ached unbearably. He was in no position to return fire. If Chen Yong spotted him, he would be nothing more than a live target.

The institution’s alarms were blaring loudly. In the director’s office, Li Ting stood by the window, on the phone with someone.

"The kid has escaped, the process went smoothly, but he killed a few wardens," Li Ting said.

"I wouldn’t want anyone who dares not to kill the wardens. I only want fugitives," the man on the other end spoke in a deep voice.

"I’ve delivered the person to you. As for what follows, you decide. The payment is as usual," Li Ting said.

"We won’t forget your help. Once we overthrow the regime of Yin Country, there will be a place for you in the cabinet," the man said.

Wang Ye had crawled a hundred meters into the mud when a light hit his back.

Chen Yong spotted the figure, calling out to other wardens, "Shoot him!"

Gunshots erupted. Several wardens stood at the eaves firing at Wang Ye, but the distance was too great, and the bullets all hit the dirt, ten meters from him.

Wang Ye continued to crawl forward, only to see two car headlights light up in the forest and then a few muffled sounds came.

Chen Yong had just fired a shot when something whooshed past his ear. Then, one of the wardens beside him staggered a few steps and plummeted over the eaves.

His face smashed against the wall, and then his body, like a wooden pole, dropped straight to the ground with a thud.

Chen Yong was startled. Before he could react, two more wardens went down.

But this time, he saw clearly. The wardens had been shot dead, their chests blossoming red before they fell.

Chen Yong realized an ambush was underway and immediately turned to flee. Unexpectedly, an intense numbness hit his back. Fighting the fear, he forced himself to run a dozen steps to the middle of the rooftop.

But that was his limit.

His legs went weak, and as he breathed, a tearing pain erupted in his chest — so severe it brought him to his knees.

Chen Yong touched his chest, finding a hole. His hand was sticky with blood. He coughed, spewing blood, and as fear and agitation took over his heart, his strength faded, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Help, ah... hiss... ow..." Chen Yong lay on the ground calling out, looking back at other wardens, all dead.

A sniper?

Impossible... Could someone actually be backing that brat up...?

Wang Yong, scared and puzzled, called out a few more times. Then he realized the alarm inside the institution had stopped, and no more wardens seemed to be running towards the rooftop.

"Help..." he pleaded pitifully, hoping someone would hear.

However, it was not until late at night that someone came up to collect the bodies. He died quietly, soon forgotten.

After crawling a hundred meters, Wang Ye saw the vehicle hidden in the woods, a military Jeep.

A man with a small ponytail, wearing a dark green jacket and holding an ICR precision sniper rifle, crouched by the car, waiting.

Wang Ye rested for a while, then with great effort, he stood up, limping a few steps before almost falling again.

The man swiftly stepped forward to support him, then pulled a small silver stainless steel flask from his jacket pocket and unscrewed the lid.

"Here, take a sip, perk yourself up!" the man said with a smile.

As he spoke, he poured the alcohol into Wang Ye’s mouth.

Wang Ye felt a spicy sensation melting in his mouth, the aggressive liquid like a thorny ball, making his tongue feel as if it were being pricked, his throat burning with the fiery alcohol—it was unbearably spicy, yet a fragrant aftertaste lingered, a fire kindled in his stomach.

"Little rascal, I like your guts!" the man laughed.

The long-haired woman driving the car also chuckled in agreement, but remained silent.

Wang Ye wanted to ask who they were, but his body had reached its limit; he fell into a heavy sleep, only aware that he had been carried onto the car with the man’s help.

A few days later.

Wei Tianyang had already begun preparing his speech for the United Council, he was free to say what he wanted, but he still had to follow official procedures and needed to draft his speech with little room for improvisation.

Although Helena Mina had agreed to his requests regarding the composition of the audience, she still made some distinctions.

Representatives of the common folk such as workers and students could only sit in other conference rooms, watching his speech via large screens, while only certain country presidents and business elites were allowed inside the conference hall itself.

Besides the speech, Wei Tianyang was also to participate in a dialogue session, a request from the global elite who were eager to know what exactly Wei Tianyang wanted.

Initially, Wei Tianyang had refused, but Zhao Ling convinced him to accept this part of the event.

That afternoon at 3 PM, Wei Tianyang sat in front of his computer, struggling to write his speech.

Having not had much education, he could only jot down his thoughts simply and did not know how to articulate them elegantly to form a refined document.

These past few days, Wei Tianyang had been busy with this task, while Fujiwara Makoto would help refine it; the two collaborated through translation software and were making smooth progress.

He had finished writing two pages, amounting to just over 2,000 words, but since starting at 9 AM, he had been revising continuously and was still not quite satisfied.

At that moment, Zhao Ling came to visit. There was no snow outside, but the temperature was still very low. Though it was spring, she had to wear a thick down jacket to visit Wei Tianyang.

After entering the house, she took off her jacket, wearing only a black fitted tank top and slim pants, her arms slick with sweat beads.

"You haven’t been in touch lately," Wei Tianyang said while typing.

"I was tied up with some issues," Zhao Ling smiled.

"Are those countries outside still bargaining with you?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"This time it’s a domestic issue—some troublemakers got their hands on some guns, trying to stage a revolt," Zhao Ling replied.

"You can handle it, right?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"It’s nothing serious, just some house-cleaning; we’ve just got a few more roaches at home. Don’t distract yourself, focus on the United Council speech," Zhao Ling said.

"Why are you suddenly so concerned about this?" Wei Tianyang stopped typing, swiveled his chair, and looked at Zhao Ling sitting on the sofa.

"You said you represent a greater meaning, right? Yang, if it’s a greater meaning, it shouldn’t only be known by a few. This speech will bring you into the limelight," Zhao Ling said.

"I will speak, but I don’t think my words will have much effect; however, it’s better than staying silent," Wei Tianyang said.

"Ever since you intercepted that nuclear missile, whatever you say, they want to hear," Zhao Ling laughed.

"If it just stays on the level of hearing, that doesn’t really mean much, and I’m not so arrogant to think that just with words alone I can change the mindset of so many country leaders," Wei Tianyang said.

"That’s why I encouraged you to participate in that internal Q&A session. It’s not some political show; unquestionably, that session is the most meaningful part," Zhao Ling said.

"Why do you say that? What will they ask? It will just be about the ’091 incident’, or they’ll merely confirm whether I can absorb others’ superpowers..." Wei Tianyang said.

"You don’t have a politician’s acumen, perhaps you don’t need it... but let me tell you, their questions won’t be limited to what you’ve mentioned. What they really care about are your limits," Zhao Ling said.

"My limits?" Wei Tianyang paused.

"You might think this speech is just you sharing your views, but to us politicians, you are drawing a line. Yet, you are unaware of it."

"Everyone in politics knows that speeches are generally meaningless, what really matters are the discussions that come out of them; they want to talk to you now, they want to know where you will draw the line."

Zhao Ling laughed.