"If you don't put down your guns, I'll start killing one by one!"
The cook had a bald head covered in rough features, naturally fierce-looking, and his words had a kind of cold cruelty akin to that of Da Maozi, making one believe that he truly didn't value human life and would kill.
A border police officer slowly squatted down and put down his gun.
"I surrender!"
The domino effect quickly took shape.
One put down their weapon, then another followed suit.
At first, it was one, then two, three...
In the end, everyone had put down their guns.
"Line up and come here! Come here! Take off all your gear, and lie down! Lie down properly! Any funny business and don't blame my gun for showing no mercy. You can bet, us four people, our four guns, let's see if we have more bullets or you have more lives!"
Actually, by this point, the border police officers had already lost the will to resist; their psychological defenses had collapsed long ago.
They were merely clinging to the hope that these mercenaries wouldn't dare to do anything to them here, thinking maybe they would retreat after taking the captives.
The entire squad of border police officers came over and took off all their gear, such as ammunition belts, dumping them into a pile.
Only then did Song Heping confirm it was safe and stood up from behind the mound of earth.
Mist followed suit.
As they passed by Rabbani, Mist couldn't help but kick him in the butt.
Rabbani, who already had an injury on his butt, cried out in pain from the kick and immediately knelt on the ground.
"Coward!"
Mist spat at him before walking over to Song Heping's side.
"Are you injured?"
He looked at Song Heping's chest, where some bloodstains were seeping through.
Song Heping looked at his shoulder, which also had bloodstains.
"Did you also get shot?"
Mist grunted, "Just got bitten by a mosquito accidentally."
Song Heping slowly walked toward the cook, unbuttoning his robe as he went to reveal the T-shirt underneath.
Raising his right hand was somewhat painful, indicating he had sustained an injury near the collarbone on the right side of his chest.
"Grey Wolf, come give me a hand, I'm injured!"
Grey Wolf hurried over and took a look; seeing the injury was on the chest, he became somewhat nervous, immediately taking out a medical kit and using scissors to cut open Song Heping's clothes.
The wound was finally exposed.
"It's nothing serious!"
After seeing the wound clearly, Grey Wolf laughed.
He said to Song Heping, "Don't move, hold on!"
After these words, he took pliers, grasped something, and pulled hard.
Song Heping instantly winced from the pain.
"Fuck!"
"It's just a shard of a bullet stuck on top, didn't penetrate or damage the lung lobe."
Grey Wolf explained while getting out hemostatic powder and a dressing, sprinkling the powder on the wound and then applying the dressing.
"All done, we'll get it treated properly at the hospital when we get back."
Song Heping slowly moved his right arm.
Thankfully, although there was some dull pain, it was not as intense as before.
"Not bad, your skills."
Grey Wolf chuckled, "Of course, I've learned."
The cook called out to Grey Wolf, "Grey Wolf, come help! Tie them all up and throw them on the truck!"
Now, those border police officers were obediently lying on the ground, White Bear and Disaster Star watching over them with guns in hand, and Grey Wolf fetched a bunch of restraining straps from Abel and the others' vehicle—they weren't short on such things as border police officers.
"Lucky bastard, you have a hard life!"
He laughed disingenuously, looking at Song Heping's wound with a kind of schadenfreude, saying, "Finally got injured, huh?!"
Song Heping said, "Cook, do you want me dead that much? If you want to be the company boss, I'll just give it to you, why wish for my death?"
"No no no!"
The cook quickly gestured with his hands.
He was very clear that the company owed its success to Song Heping.
What's so great about being the owner of a defense company?