I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 47 - 46 I Want That Bomb

Chapter 47: Chapter 46 I Want That Bomb

The black luxury sedan parked beside the dry fountain seemed a few years old, yet it was polished to a shine and somehow complemented the bleak, dilapidated hotel.

Besides this car, there were two jeeps trailing behind, each one carrying fully armed soldiers.

He recognized those soldiers—they were the conservatives.

Four guards in military uniforms descended from the luxury car, each taking a position at one of the vehicle’s corners, feigning vigilance.

Meanwhile, a large, portly officer in a green military coat and cap, accompanied by a black-clothed female secretary, stepped out of the rear door, looking quite authoritative.

Wei Tianyang watched the two from a window as they entered the hotel.

Suddenly, Du Yan appeared behind him, complaining, "Damn it, they’re conservatives."

He couldn’t understand what ties Yaha had with the conservative military, could it be... that Yaha’s so-called connections were with them?

Wei Tianyang pushed the door open and walked into the hallway, where other Medicine People who hadn’t been deployed also silently exchanged glances, just like him.

But unlike Wei Tianyang, they seemed well aware of the conservatives’ intentions.

Footsteps echoed from the stairwell; the officer had ascended under the escort of soldiers, preceded by the clacking of the secretary’s high heels.

Guerrillas leaned against the wall, watching the group of conservatives ascend, toying with their daggers, their expressions cold.

Wei Tianyang caught a glimpse of the female secretary’s figure as she quickly passed by the third-floor stairwell, managing to notice her long golden hair.

She was a Westerner.

They were headed to meet Yaha—direct, familiar with the route, no greetings exchanged, as if they had been there many times before.

Wei Tianyang ran back to his own room, pausing under the window, listening intently.

The voices were too faint; the distance from the third floor to the seventh was significant, and the cold, strong wind today made it impossible to hear what Yaha and they were discussing.

Li Bin leaned by the door, fiddling with his black revolver, "They aren’t pleased."

"Is it Yaha, or those military officers?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"Both," Li Bin shook his head.

Kacha entered the room then, looking somewhat grave.

"Where’s the coffee?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"Forget the coffee, let’s go to Yaha’s room..." Kacha said.

The two rushed upstairs.

Kacha remained silent along the way, but his inner restlessness was evident to Wei Tianyang.

In the seventh-floor hallway, four soldiers, each armed with a Type 81 rifle, were stationed at both ends, guarding in their own hotel, which made him feel sick.

Room 707.

Kacha reached out to knock, but Wei Tianyang pushed the door open first and walked straight in.

Yaha’s room was significantly more spacious than the ones below, about 200 square meters. The room was lit with warm yellow oil lamps, and the ceiling was filled with many small iron cages from which mice squeaked.

Yaha, in a white strap dress with white hair draping over her shoulders, revealed her clavicle and rounded shoulders as she lounged lazily behind a black long table, Starbucks standing beside her.

He squinted sleepily, examining the military officer and the female secretary on the sofa, indeed exuding the air of a hotel manager.

Wei Tianyang realized that this was once the presidential suite reserved for the bourgeois class, far more luxurious and spacious than those proletarian dwellings on the third floor.

Only after the big fire, all that remained here was the advantage of space.

There was no bed in the room, and on the left side, a large fluffy blanket and oversized bolsters encircled a small nest. Wei Tianyang could imagine how this gender-ambiguous person would bury themselves in it to sleep.

"Miss Yaha, I only have two demands," the officer said arrogantly. "Return my gun and hand over the person."

"About those guns..." Yaha extended her delicate, fair fingers and drew a circle in the air, then continued, "I’ve already paid for them."

Then she looked toward Wei Tianyang and said, "The person you’re talking about is standing right behind you."

"I think you still don’t understand," the officer said, "this is Chicken Snake Country, and how business is done here is up to me."

He turned to look at Wei Tianyang, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Just him? Don’t fool me."

"Ishmael... why don’t you judge for us," Yaha laughed. "I bought dozens of guns and a bomb from this guy. But when it came time to collect, he sent his own people to intercept us... Oh right, that was something you and Starbucks took care of."

"What kind of bomb? How powerful?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"Ah, it’s a portable bomb, very powerful indeed—24 kilograms, the size of a briefcase, but it can flatten the entire He Mountain," the officer added, as if boasting.

"That must be very expensive, right?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"I paid... a lot of money. But he’s rather reluctant to give it to me," Yaha said, as if complaining to Wei Tianyang.

"That thing is not easy to come by, in the Sethiyan Federation..." the officer started, his face showing pleasure. A blonde secretary beside him cast him a sidelong glance, and he immediately stopped.

"Oh right... you? You were there that night at He Mountain? No one else? You’ve got quite a few people here," the officer scrutinized Wei Tianyang.

"Yes, it was me. I was there on a friend’s request, to find someone to help," Wei Tianyang replied.

"Well, if you dare say that, no one in this building will want to live," the officer said, his eyes gleaming menacingly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Yaha burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Kacha also laughed.

Li Bin and Du Yan laughed too.

Wei Tianyang heard the laughter of the guerrillas in the corridor outside the door.

Only Starbucks kept a straight face.

"Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Wei Tianyang also laughed; everyone laughed together, filling the room with a lively atmosphere.

"What’s so funny!! Guards!! Get in here!!!" the officer shouted angrily, threatening.

The door was kicked open with a bang, and four armed soldiers rushed in, their guns aimed at Kacha and Wei Tianyang.

Starbucks couldn’t hold back, ready to use her abilities, but Yaha still reclined lazily in her chair and shook her head at her.

The officer stood up and walked up to Wei Tianyang, pulling out a pistol from his waist and pressing it to his chest.

"Who sent you? Do you have any idea who you let go?" the officer asked.

"Where’s the bomb?" Wei Tianyang countered.

By then, the guerrillas had already positioned themselves behind the four soldiers, their knives unsheathed.

Du Yan stepped on the back of the couch, her pistol aimed at the secretary, while behind the officer, Li Bin’s face was grim, his knife gleaming coldly.

"Hmm? What did you say?" the officer laughed.

"That bomb, the one that can flatten He Mountain, when will you deliver it? I want it," Wei Tianyang said.

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