Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, his facial muscles twitched a few times, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement:

"This is definitely not something from the imperial court! The Hehuan Sect was turned upside down by a mysterious person before, and the hidden weapons that person used were similar to what you described!"

They can take lives from a great distance; even top-tier experts have to temporarily avoid their sharp edge!

These three spies are definitely not ordinary people; they must be captured alive, at any cost!

The other leaders didn't take it too seriously at first, thinking that it was only three spies and not worth making a big fuss about.

But after hearing Wu Yan say these words, one can only imagine how powerful the hidden weapon in the hands of someone who could frighten him like this must be.

The leaders exchanged glances, all seeing the same thing in each other's eyes:

greedy.

It can take a life from hundreds of steps away, and even top-notch masters can't stop it. If you could get your hands on it, it would be a trump card to save your life in chaotic times.

They stopped drinking and holding meetings, and after a brief discussion, the senior executives immediately decided to mobilize all their forces to arrest the three spies.

Wu Yan and several other leaders personally led teams of several hundred people, dividing them into several groups to conduct a net-like search in the mountains and forests and along both sides of the official road outside Cangwu City.

Although Wu Yan shouted the loudest, he deliberately lagged behind during the search.

He knew all too well the power of those hidden weapons. Back in the Hehuan Sect, he had personally witnessed an outer disciple being riddled with holes by those hidden weapons from an arrow's distance. Even Hong Ling, a second-rate ninth-level peak cultivator, was brought down.

He understood better than anyone that whoever charged to the front would die first.

The search continued until the next morning, when they finally found traces of three Flying Tigers members again in a dense forest beside the official road.

This time, the rebels learned their lesson and did not rush forward rashly. Instead, they surrounded the enemy from all sides, using sheer numbers to gradually compress their defenses.

Zhao Dazhu and his two companions fought and retreated, changing magazines when their rifles ran out of bullets, and using pistols when their magazines were empty. They threw grenades and blew up several waves of attackers, but there were simply too many rebels. The impenetrable encirclement tightened inch by inch, eventually trapping them in an abandoned hunter's hut.

Wang Qingsong leaned against the earthen wall, his chest heaving violently, gripping his rifle tightly, and whispered to Zhao Dazhu, who was guarding the window:

"Squad leader, there are at least dozens of people outside. We're surrounded!"

"Smash the solar panels quickly! The adults said this stuff absolutely cannot fall into enemy hands!"

Li Gou Dan, clutching the wound on his arm from the arrow, urged on as well:

"Yes, squad leader, let's get started!"

We're stuck. While we still have time, let's destroy the equipment!

Zhao Dazhu squatted down next to the portable photovoltaic panel and radio, his palms pressed against the cool surface of the panel.

He personally retrieved this device from the county government warehouse, carrying it over mountains and valleys every day, charging it in the sun during the day, and turning it on at a set time each night to report.

Just smashed it like that?

He gritted his teeth and hesitated before saying:

"This thing was brought down from the sky with so much effort by the adults, and it's just destroyed like this?"

"It will take me a long time to learn this. Even if they seize it, they might not know how to..."

Before Zhao Dazhu could finish speaking, another burst of shouts of killing erupted outside, and the rebels' encirclement tightened once more.

Wang Qingsong peeked out through the crack in the wall, then turned back with a livid face:

"Squad leader, there's no room for complacency. If we don't act now, we'll miss our chance!"

Zhao Dazhu took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

He grabbed the solar panel with both hands, about to slam it to the ground, when at that very moment, the wooden door of the hunter's cabin was blasted open by a tremendous force, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

The rebel experts stormed in from several directions simultaneously. Before Wang Qingsong and Li Gou Dan could even fire their guns, several hands reached out from the darkness and dislocated their arms.

The photovoltaic panel in Zhao Dazhu's hand was snatched away, and he himself was also sent flying by a palm strike, his back slamming heavily against the earthen wall.

Wang Qingsong was pressed to the ground, his face against the cold dirt. With his last bit of strength, he turned his head to look at Zhao Dazhu, grinned, and blood trickled down his stubble from the corner of his mouth.

"Squad leader, I'll go first."

I didn't disgrace the Flying Tigers.

Before he could finish speaking, he bit down on the poison in his mouth.

His body convulsed suddenly, his eyes were still open, but his pupils had already dilated.

At the same instant, Li Gou Dan also crushed the poison, letting out a low groan before collapsing limply to the ground.

Zhao Dazhu watched helplessly as his two comrades breathed their last in front of him, his mind going blank.

He stared at the radio equipment beside him, his lips trembling as he tried to bite through the wax pellet hidden in his teeth.

A hand burst through the air from the side, its fingertips carrying sharp internal force, and struck the back of his neck.

Zhao Dazhu froze, his mouth still open, but he could no longer move an inch.

With another hand reaching out from in front of him, he slowly pried open his mouth, removed the poison, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

"Want to die? Not so easy."

Wu Yan stood in front of him, looking down at Zhao Dazhu, whose body was stiff after his acupoints were pressed. His gaze swept over Zhao Dazhu's gray-black training uniform and the equipment on the ground, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He bent down and picked up the photovoltaic panels and energy storage batteries, examining them carefully in his hands.

Although he couldn't understand what this thing was at all, his intuition told him that it was definitely not simple.

He turned and waved to his men:

"Take everything, people and belongings."

Zhao Dazhu was bound hand and foot and taken back to Cangwu County. He was thrown into the dungeon along with the seized equipment.

Torches crackled, chains and branding irons hung on the walls, and moldy straw covered the ground.

He was tied to a wooden stake, his shirt was torn to shreds from being whipped, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and one of his eyes was swollen shut.

Wu Yan moved a chair and sat opposite him, crossing his legs, speaking in a leisurely tone:

"What's your name?"

where from?

What do you call those fire-breathing hidden weapons you have?

How do you make it?

Zhao Dazhu raised his swollen eyelids, glanced at him, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said nothing.

Wu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up a red-hot branding iron from the brazier beside him, and played with it in his hand:

"Okay, let me ask you another question. What are that black box and that board in your hand for?"

Zhao Dazhu's eyes darted around, and he said, panting heavily:

"That's our secret weapon; the information you wanted to ask about is hidden inside."

Don't you want to know how many of us we have left?

Bring the things here, I'll open them and show them to you.

Although Wu Yan knew that Zhao Dazhu was being cunning, he figured that with him there, Zhao Dazhu wouldn't be able to cause any trouble, so he had someone escort Zhao Dazhu to the warehouse.