<h4>Chapter 785: Chapter 683: Take Action (Please Subscribe!)_1</h4><h4></h4>


    Beijing.


    Listening to the beeping of the phone.


    Chai Guoqiang fell into deep thought, he understood what Chai Ren meant by asking him to call Tang Qing, which was to investigate through the connections of ck Jail to find out who was responsible, and then figure out a way to rescue him.


    Chai Ren was certainly not willing to alert the forces at the state level.


    He exhaled.


    Chai Guoqiang found Tang Qing’s number.


    Aside from Tang Qing’s number, he didn’t have the numbers of the other fighters that Chai Ren usually contacted.


    ...


    Command Room.


    Tang Qing was closely watching the screen in front of him.


    The phone call between Miel and Chai Guoqiang had been intercepted by a satellite, and Tang Qing understood that Chai Ren was now relying on him. This trust made Tang Qing feel quite good.


    "Commander, Chai Guoqiang is calling." Tang Yi suddenly said.


    Tang Qing said: "Put it through."


    "Yes."


    "Tang Qing?"


    Chai Guoqiang’s voice came over, his tone was heavy, his voice was loud but it also carried a hint of urgency.


    "It’s me, hello Uncle Chai." Tang Qing greeted with a smile.


    Chai Guoqiang paused and then said in a deep voice: "Little Tang, I have something to tell you. Chai Ren is in trouble in Africa. Chai Ren asked me to call you, can you get in touch with your friend?"


    "I know, he’s been kidnapped." Tang Qing said straightforwardly.


    "You know?" Chai Guoqiang looked surprised.


    Tang Qing nodded: "Yes, my friend informed me before. Regarding this matter, my friend promised to handle it. Now the location and identity of the enemy is known, but the motive is still unclear. Don’t worry, my friend’s fighters will be there in half an hour."


    The UAV was already near the vige, hidden in the nearby woods. The sound of its engine was very low and almost inaudible from thirty meters away, ready to attack at any time.


    However, the arrival of the fighters would take some more time, and it was better not to expose the UAV’s advanced technology too soon.


    "Can they... guarantee Chai Ren’s safety?" Chai Guoqiang asked hesitantly. He didn’t expect that Tang Qing’s friend would react so quickly and even send people over. This execution was impressive.


    Tang Qing assured him: "Uncle Chai, don’t worry. Nothing will happen to Chai Ren, I assure you. Since Chai Ren trusts my friend, my friend won’t let him down."


    Chai Guoqiang asked, "Who kidnapped Chai Ren?"


    "It’s a local tribal leader from Congo Gold. This time, they kidnapped Chai Ren across regions. In addition to money, my friend thinks they may have other motives, and we can only ask the leader when the timees." Tang Qing said.


    "...Alright, I trust you. Notify me when there is any news." Chai Guoqiang still chose to trust Tang Qing.


    "Alright."


    He hung up the phone.


    Tang Qing watched the screen as the fighters closed in quickly.


    Half an hour to go.


    The fighters will arrive.


    ...


    Congo Gold.


    Southern region.


    Martin Bahati’s office.


    He was tasting the tea that Chai Ren had just given him.


    Suddenly.


    "Chief, it’s not good, Chairman Chai and his team have disappeared, and we cannot contact them." A young tribesman ran in, gasping for air, his face covered in sweat.


    Hearing this, Martin Bahati spit out his mouthful of tea, almost scalding his own lips.


    "What?"


    Martin Bahati stood up in shock.


    The young African man repeated, "We’ve lost contact with Chairman Chai and the security team of the potassium transport vehicles at the mining field. ording to the information from the front, it seems that they have been kidnapped."


    "Who?" Martin Bahati quickly asked.


    "I don’t know." The young man shook his head.


    Hiss...


    Martin Bahati took a breath, his heart rate elerated, feeling faint-headed, he had to lean on a chair to steady himself.


    Chai Ren is in trouble.


    He felt that his end was approaching.


    After all, Chai Ren was a ’member’ of ck Jail and paid ’membership fees’, which gave him a higher status than himself.


    Even his protection fee also came from Chai Ren. Once an ident happened to Chai Ren in his territory, if ck Jail med it on him, he might end up in a simr situation as Karonba.


    Karonba?


    Martin Bahati was shaken.


    He remembered Miel.


    Among the suspects, Miel’s was definitely one, if Miel did it, and if Chai Ren died, Martin Bahati swallowed his saliva.


    "No." He didn’t want to die.


    Martin Bahati quickly took out his phone and found Miel’s number.


    Soon.


    The call went through.


    "Bahati, what made you think of calling me?" Mielughed.


    As soon as he heard Miel’s rxed tone.


    Martin Bahati was almost certain that it was him. Otherwise Miel would’ve never been so casual. Remember, when he hade to ask about the cause of Karonba’s death, he hadn’t said a word.


    "Did you kidnap Chai Ren?" Martin Bahati hurriedly asked.


    Miel denied it firmly: "No no no, you better not talk nonsense. I haven’t kidnapped anybody named Chai Ren, speaking of Chai Ren, who is that? It sounds like the name of a Huaxia person."


    "You... you better not harm him, or you’re a dead man." Martin Bahati, out of breath, found that Miel was pretending to be stupid. From his tone, it certainly was Miel.


    Miel asked helplessly: "I said I don’t know this so-called Chai Ren. Do you have anything else?"


    "If you..." Martin Bahati was about to make a threat.


    "Beep beep beep..."


    Miel hung up the phone.


    Martin Bahati was furious, but he couldn’t stop calling, so he hastily dialed again. "Miel, why did you hang up on me? I’m telling you, if you..."


    "Beep beep beep..."


    "You, bastard. You give me..."


    "..."


    "Beep beep beep..."


    "..."


    One did not wish to die; the other had mind to y.


    For a moment, Miel was actually having a st.


    Ten minutes of fun.


    Miel grew tired of it.


    "Please, Miel, let go of Chai Ren." Martin Bahati’s temper was entirely worn down.


    It was so ufortable begging, but it was better than dying.


    "Bahati, he’s just a Chinese man. What’s the hurry?" Miel asked curiously.


    "Anyway, you can’t touch him." Martin Bahati stated.


    "And if I do?" Miel sneered.


    "You will surely die." Martin Bahati threatened.


    Miel paused, then suddenlyughed, "Alright, Bahati, I was joking, I really don’t know who Chai Ren is, I don’t even know who he is, why would I take him hostage. I’m very busy, won’t talk with you further, goodbye."


    Miel hung up after he finished talking.


    The rxed expression on his face began to solidify.


    He thought it was just an ordinary Chinese boss, and moreover, a Chinese boss who was threatened. But listening to Martin Bahati’s tone, a powerful force made Bahati extremely wary.


    Even if it was a mercenary, it was not an ordinary mercenary.


    Sitting in his chair, Miel thought for a while, then walked out of the room and headed to the wooden hut where Chai Ren was held captive. The wooden hut had no door, so Miel just walked in.


    Miel walked over to Chai Ren, and with a mocking smile, said, "Mr. Chai Ren, aren’t you hiding something from us?"


    "What would that be?" Chai Ren’s heart skipped a beat.


    "Your identity, and that mercenary’s identity." Miel scoffed.


    "Didn’t I say so? I don’t know their identities, I am also threatened, I always like to do business peacefully, how could I make things so big." Chai Ren still wouldn’t admit, his tone firm.


    Miel was also a bit baffled.


    He suddenly felt that he was in the midst of a great mystery, both Chai Ren and Martin Bahati might know something, but they wouldn’t tell him. This was his intuition.


    Resolved, he said.


    "Bring him out." Miel ordered.


    Two big ck men dragged Chai Ren out of the wooden hut, Chai Ren had a bad feeling inside.


    Sure enough.


    Chai Ren was brought to the open ground.


    Next to the bodyguards.


    "Mr. Chai Ren, you should know something."


    With that said.


    "Click."


    Miel aimed his gun at one of Chai Ren’s Chinese assistants.


    "What are you doing?" Chai Ren anxiously asked.


    "Speak. Everything you know about this mercenary, Martin Bahati has said it, but it should not be all. I want to confirm whether what he said is true. His life is in your hands." Miel said with a hideous face.


    He nned to bluff Chai Ren.


    This time Chai Ren was really panicked.


    He couldn’t possibly watch his assistant get killed in front of him.


    "I..." As Chai Ren hesitated.


    "Bang..."


    The gun in Miel’s hand had fallen apart into parts on the ground. Miel only felt a great forcee from his hand, directly shaking the gun out of his hand, his palm aching slightly.


    Chai Ren was stunned for a moment.


    Looking around.


    What he saw was unforgettable.


    He saw his guards falling one by one, each hit in vital areas, some in the head, some in the heart. All were fatal shots, leaving no chance to breathe the free air again.


    "Enemy! Take cover!" Miel bellowed.


    Having said that.


    He disregarded the others.


    And ran towards the car.


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    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his men falling down like wheat, and was immediately terrified. With such a speed of attack, how many people did the other party have, what was going on?


    How could anyonee so quickly and have such a powerful firepower. If there was almost no sound, there must be a silencer on the firearms. Could this be the source of Martin Bahati’s fear?


    There was no time to think more.


    Miel rushed to hide behind the potassium transport vehicles.


    He had already determined the direction of the attack, and should be able to hold out here. There were also two subordinates here, both looking panic-stricken at Miel. The screams around weren’t many, but they were even more chilling. Because that meant people had died.


    It meant... there were no wounded.


    "Leader Miel, this ce should be safe..." One of the subordinates said, still in shock.


    But before he could finish his sentence.


    Blood spurted from the subordinate’s mouth.


    Miel’s face waspletely ashen.


    At the same time.


    A bullet grazed his scalp.


    Watching his two subordinates turn into corpses.


    "Gulp..."


    Miel was so frightened he wet himself.


    And copsed on the ground.