I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 49 - 48 Outrage

Chapter 49: Chapter 48 Outrage

Evening fell as a guerrilla appeared at the door to Wei Tianyang’s room.

"The bomb is in the camp, a small one, encased in a silver suitcase, about the size of a watermelon."

He nodded and asked, "How far is the camp from here?"

"It takes four hours on foot."

He looked at his digital watch on his left wrist, estimating the time.

"Leaving now, we’ll get there right around midnight," he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, several other guerrillas entered the room. They had already prepared their weapons, including rifles, light machine guns, and even rocket launchers.

They gathered around Wei Tianyang, and one of the older team members spread out a map on the floor.

It was an old, yellowed map, the edges frayed and torn, with creases dividing the large sheet into a dozen square cells.

The camp was 40 kilometers northwest of the red house, in the opposite direction of the He Mountain Prison Camp.

On the map, there were several other camps, large and small. Since this group of guerrillas had been dead for decades, the map’s timeliness was definitely discounted. The positions of the small outposts and the indications of the front lines were of no reference value, but the larger strongholds should still exist in their old places.

More than a dozen guerrillas had now squeezed into Wei Tianyang’s room. They studied the map intently and began cleaning their weapons.

Wei Tianyang squatted on the floor, his index finger pressing on the red thick line on the map, sliding along the path.

This line represented a highway, the government forces’ logistical transport line. After the Liberation Front cut this line, they had besieged the government forces in Kongse, luring the troops stationed in Qiyang City to attempt a rescue, and then the main force captured Qiyang City within 24 hours.

"We will follow the main road over there. They can’t see you and aren’t aware of me coming. We’ll enter from the front and kill anyone who moves," he declared.

The guerrillas nodded, murmuring in agreement with phrases like, "Alright," "Let’s do that," and "No problem."

At that moment, Kacha pushed the door open.

Seeing Wei Tianyang squatting on the floor, tracing the map and muttering to himself, Kacha’s brow furrowed even deeper.

"Are you still... alright?"

He stepped forward, trying to help Wei Tianyang to his feet.

"I’m... quite fine. Tell Yaha, I need to go out tonight," Wei Tianyang replied without moving, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"You’d better not go out these days. As for the bomb, Yaha will figure it out," Kacha said.

"We have wasted too much time, Kacha. Rage tends to extinguish over time, and Yaha’s anger might have already died down," Wei Tianyang replied.

He stood up and addressed the empty room, "Let’s move out."

Instantly, the entire building filled with a cacophony of footsteps, as if hundreds of people were lining up to depart. Downstairs, the hotel doors suddenly blew open with the wind. Two youths tried to close them but couldn’t get them to stay shut.

The guerrillas formed a long line as they left the hotel, gathering next to the dry fountain, a dark mass looming.

Li Bin was among them.

Kacha sensed something unusual; he felt something invisible had happened inside the hotel and recalled the scene in Yaha’s room where Wei Tianyang had killed six people out of thin air, causing his brow to furrow tightly.

Wei Tianyang’s Black Medicine syndrome had flared up again...

Kacha pulled an antidote from his pocket, but quickly, Wei Tianyang grasped his hand.

"I haven’t lost myself. I am off to find him," Wei Tianyang said.

With those words, he joined the guerrillas leaving the room.

The outside air was cold and damp, with temperatures plummeting before nightfall.

Wei Tianyang greeted Li Bin.

"We’ve mobilized 120 people," he said.

"Wasn’t there supposed to be a thousand guerrillas in the red house?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"That outpost is too small to justify sending everyone. Besides, we need to keep some back to watch that freak with the white hair," Li Bin replied.

Wei Tianyang smiled and said, "Let’s move out."

Hundreds of guerrilla fighters set out toward the entrance of the artificial forest, with Wei Tianyang trailing at the end of the column.

Yaha stood by the window with a mobile phone, watching as Wei Tianyang departed alone.

"Your people have released an extremely sensitive political figure, which has brought us unexpected trouble. Yaha, we only wish to obliterate Tiantai Pharmaceutical’s presence in our country, but we have no interest in getting involved in the civil war."

A low and aged male voice came through from the other end of the phone.

"Revenge sometimes leads to some collateral damage," Yaha said.

"Our umbrella of protection is not almighty. The retribution from the conservatives is something you’ll have to handle on your own. Our intelligence network indicates that a member of the Superpower Special Department has entered the country. But we can still ensure the presence of Pei Guode Hotel within Chicken Snake Country," the person on the line said.

"Hiding in the house won’t accomplish the goal," Yaha replied.

"Then, next time, keep your dogs on a leash," the person on the other end added.

The line went dead with a busy tone.

Yaha put down the phone, looked up at the rat cage on the ceiling, and clenched his fist until his fingertips went pale.

Deep into the night.

The small camp was alight, strategically situated on the hillside next to the main road, commanding a view from high above of the western approach to Kongse.

The area around the camp was fenced with barbed wire, and four watchtowers were erected; all vehicles had to pass through a checkpoint on the main road to be cleared.

Three military trucks carrying refugees entered the camp. Searchlights illuminated an open area like daylight, and dozens of refugees were herded off the trucks. Then, soldiers wielding whips and electric batons lashed out mercilessly at men, women, and children alike.

A woman shielded her child under her body, enduring the electric batons of two soldiers on her own. They pressed the batons into the mother’s back, pushing the switch to the maximum.

Foaming at the mouth, the mother’s eyes bulged, her arms numbed by the electrical current, but she instinctively pressed her body on her five-year-old son.

A man couldn’t stand it any longer, and with a bellow of "Fuck your ancestors!" he lunged at the soldiers.

Two gunshots rang out, and his robust form fell to the ground. He hadn’t been killed instantly; his thigh and shoulder had been shot.

He lay in a pool of blood, cursing loudly, as the soldiers picked him up and subjected him to a round of electric shocks to the abdomen.

The man vomited continuously but didn’t stop cursing. At this point, a soldier pried open his mouth and shoved the electric baton inside.

All that could be heard was his gruesome whimper as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes rolled back, teeth shattered, and his mouth turned into a charred hole, oozing a burnt stench.

They dragged him off to the side, tied his hands with a rope, hoisted him up, and hung him from a clothes rack. They took a whip to the half-dead man, and in less than ten minutes, he was beaten to a bloody, barely living pulp.

Seeing the man’s fate, the others lost their will to resist; they only dared to crouch with their heads hugged, taking the beating and praying for the torture to pass quickly.

And the mother, stripped of her clothes, was bound hands above her head, hung beside the man, enduring a new round of beatings with electric batons. She screamed in agony as a pool of blood formed beneath her feet.

Lao Jiu, with a handlebar mustache, wearing a military cap, clasped his belt with both hands, his military jacket open, unable to contain his belly under his white vest. He stood atop an earthen mound overlooking this brutal scene from on high.

"Stop, stop it! We still need to sell them to Tiantai," he called out.

His subordinates ceased their assault and began herding the refugees, moving them toward the pigsty like swine.

Lao Jiu lit a cigarette and headed back to the command post. The hanging lamp swayed in the wind, its light failing to fill the room and leaving darkness in the corners.

"Deputy, the boss hasn’t returned. Should we send someone to look?" a soldier by his side asked.

Lao Jiu’s eyebrows twitched.

"What’s there to look for? He’s probably in the city shacking up with that foreign broad. Listen to me, there’s nothing to worry about," Lao Jiu said sternly.

"Okay! Got it..." The minor soldier slightly bowed.

Don’t come back, just die out there with that foreign bitch, Lao Jiu thought, taking a deep drag on his cigarette, nicotine clouding his mind, making his body feel light and floaty.

As he exhaled a plume of smoke and dreamt of the future, he turned around only to see the soldier’s body decapitated, lying on the ground.

Lao Jiu’s hairs stood on end, a chill running through his body, his head feeling as if it were pierced by needles.

He immediately opened the holster at his waist, but before he could act, something held his limbs down, immobilizing him.

In the dark corner of the room, where shadows flickered, crimson eyes glimmered, and a childlike yet deep voice drifted into his ear.

"Where’s the bomb?"