[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

You were also being held by the arm by a soldier, following behind Yevgeny.

After all, your weapons have been removed, your hands are tied, and so many people are watching you. At this moment, you pose no threat to them whatsoever.

Even Yewen, who was walking ahead, was strolling leisurely, talking to you as he did so.

"Madam, if you don't want to join our organization, and I don't want to waste your value, then I'll have to sell you for some money."

"Asians are very popular in our underground exchange."

You listened with your head down, your face turning gloomy.

Underground trading venues are illegal and clandestine trading establishments where anything can be traded—drugs, gambling products, weapons, and many other things that cannot be traded on the legitimate market, including...people.

Men, women, and children can all be used as objects of exchange. This could involve special services, body parts, or even... human modification, which involves transforming people into animals or objects according to the demands of the client to satisfy some people's perverse fetishes.

And he just said, "I'll sell you to a place like this..."

You'd be better off dead than sold to someone as a plaything!

You look up, your gaze fixed on Yewen.

If you're going to die, you'll take someone with you!

You swung your body and broke free from the hands of the soldiers holding you.

When everyone is looking at you, you angrily say:

"He's hurting me! Don't hold me, I don't want to die, I can walk by myself!"

They seemed to believe that, since you were indeed afraid of dying and obediently let them bring you back.

So Yevgeny gestured to the soldier, indicating that he didn't need to be arrested anymore.

The soldier nodded after hearing this, then turned around and raised his gun to guard the rear.

Yevgeny turned and continued walking.

Unbeknownst to them, your hand had already slipped quietly under the hem of your shirt and inside your clothes...

ch.47: Installing spotlights in front of graves

They looted all your gear, but they didn't know that you had a specially made short dagger hidden in the back strap of your underwear.

The dagger is not long; the blade is only six or seven centimeters long, and with the handle, it's only about ten centimeters long, making it easy to place on the back.

A length of six or seven centimeters, if pierced with sufficient force, can very likely cause death if inserted into the heart.

This is all thanks to Farah's teachings, which instilled in you that you must always keep a weapon hidden for yourselves.

But ordinary locations are easy for someone to spot, so you thought for a long time before you came up with the idea of ​​hiding the dagger in your back.

Because women usually wear bras, and if the bra is hidden behind the back, this area is likely to be overlooked during a routine checkup.

However, ordinary daggers are too large and difficult to conceal, so you specially made a sturdy but flat and thin dagger, and shortened its length.

This way, it can be well concealed without hindering movement.

This is your secret, you haven't told anyone, just to deal with moments like this!

You reach down and take the dagger, then carefully move down. After taking out your clothes, you quickly turn the dagger inside out to avoid being discovered, and also to make it easier to cut the ropes binding your hands from below.

The moment the tugging on your wrist loosens, you know the rope has broken.

But you didn't immediately break free of the rope. First, letting go would be too obvious and easily noticed. Second, you were moving forward, and if the rope fell to the ground, the soldiers behind you might step on it and discover it.

So you still have your hands behind your back, your right hand gripping the dagger backwards, and you step closer to Yewen.

"Hey, Yevgeny."

You call him.

Just as he turned around without warning, you freed your hands from the loose ropes, grabbed his neck with your left hand, and as he instinctively raised his hands to resist, you swiftly stabbed him in the chest with your right hand holding a dagger!

The others realized what was happening immediately, but it was too late.

A few seconds later, their Lord Yewen went into shock due to a heart hemorrhage and collapsed to the ground.

An angry soldier smashes his rifle into your head!

You felt a sharp pain on your head from the impact, your head spun, and you staggered a couple of steps before falling to the ground.

The soldier's eyes blazed, he pointed his gun at you, and spoke angrily:

"Damn bitch, die!"

Then, a gunshot rang out. You tried to roll over and escape, but you were still hit in the left chest!

The powerful impact of the bullet pinned your body to the ground, and a sharp pain shot through your chest!

The intense pain left you lying on the ground, unable to move, only able to helplessly stare at the soldier holding the gun.

Are you going to die?

Is this how it ends...?

I'm so unwilling to accept this...

Your consciousness gradually fades, and as you close your eyes, you see the soldier's body stiffen, followed by a cry of pain.

Seeing him clutching his bleeding neck, you know someone shot and killed him.

Who is it? Could it be your teammate?

That's good too. Someone has avenged you. You're not at a loss even if you trade one for two.

You want to laugh, but the pain in your body prevents you from doing so.

You don't want to die, you haven't gone home yet.

I'm so unwilling to accept this...

A tear rolled down your cheek, and then your consciousness faded into oblivion.

The deaths of their leader and teammates threw the remaining men into panic, and they began firing randomly into the woods.

Two of them picked up Yevgeny from the ground and ran, while the others followed, firing to provide cover.

They needed to leave quickly, not only to escape the enemy's firing range, but also to rescue their Lord Yewen.

As for you and the other soldier who was shot...

The insignificant burden was naturally discarded.

After they left, that familiar voice echoed through the woods again.

"The target is wounded and is fleeing in a southeast direction."

The reply came immediately through the earpiece: "Understood, leave the rest to us."

Upon receiving a response, the man who had been lying prone stood up and put away the sniper rifle on the ground.

"Get me a medic, quick."

The man told the person on the other end of the earpiece what he needed, then quickly walked out of the woods while looking in your direction.

When you regain some consciousness, you feel as if you are being held horizontally in someone's arms.

The feeling of your body being swayed and rocked should be because the person holding you is running.

You strain to open your eyes, but you can't see clearly at all. Instead, you let out a low moan because of the tearing pain in your body...

The person seemed to notice your reaction and quickly spoke up:

"hold onto!"

The sound that reaches your ears is so unreal, as if it's being conveyed through a membrane, or perhaps through a stretch of seawater, to you at the bottom of the ocean.

Your mind is no longer capable of making that judgment.

You just want to... use your last bit of strength to say what's on your mind.

Or rather...last words.

"I beg you... after I die, let... let Zimo... take my remains... even my ashes, or even just a strand of hair."

"Let him...take me back, take me back to China. Please..."

You want to go home; you don't want to die in unfamiliar land.

But you can't go back to your original home...

So even if it's not the land you're familiar with, as long as it's called China, you'll want to go back.

I don't know if it was the adrenaline in your body that was working, but you, who had just struggled to even speak, were now able to utter words in fits and starts.

The man paused for a moment, then continued walking quickly.

"You won't die, believe me."

The sound was still muffled and hollow, but you could roughly make out the content, but you just took it as him comforting you.

You shook your head and continued, "Tell Zimo, I want a spotlight installed in front of my grave! I... I'm afraid of the dark..."

I'm afraid the darkness will block my way, and I'll never see the way home again...

After you used all your strength to say those words, your consciousness suddenly vanished!

Feeling the body completely limp in his arms, the man quickened his pace again.

Damn it! Where's the medic?!

Meanwhile, on Wang Zhiqiang's side, the battle was over. After putting the prisoners into the vehicle, everyone worked together to clean up the battlefield.

The enemy's transport vehicles need their tires repaired so that the supplies can be hauled back to base.

The roads on the battlefield must be filled in, and areas where fire has spread must be extinguished to prevent further fires.

Finally, the enemy's corpses were collected, piled up, covered with branches, doused with gasoline, and burned.

Looking at the raging fire, Wang Zhiqiang felt a sudden surge of panic.

He turned his head and looked around.

But that familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

His anxiety grew even stronger. After asking several people and receiving no response from them, his face darkened completely.