Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1896 - 1959: Rebellion
The phone rang, and his subordinate handed him the phone. Yala frowned slightly; this phone number of his was constantly changing, but each time he would use it for a while. This time, it was only recently changed, so anyone calling now must know him. But calling at this time, Yala let the phone ring for a long time before answering and said, "This is Yala."
On Li Yifei’s side, upon hearing the name Yala, he knew this was the head of Muhan’s Revenge Organization, realizing he had found the right person, he directly said, "This is Golden Eagle."
"Golden Eagle? What’s that, some eagle made of gold? Haha, who are you really?" Yala mocked with a laugh, then said.
In fact, Yala had heard of the name Golden Eagle, but he obviously didn’t make enough of a connection to associate the two.
Li Yifei’s face turned serious, and he didn’t bother arguing with the other party, directly saying, "I’m giving you an hour. You and your people immediately withdraw from my place, and we’ll forget this matter. Otherwise, I’ll make you all regret it."
Yala blinked, glanced around at his subordinates, and couldn’t help but laugh heartily, then said, "Your tone is quite bold. What, just because you say so, I’m supposed to obediently withdraw with my people? Who do you think you are, Ladan?"
"I’m not Ladan, I’m Golden Eagle. If you don’t know who Golden Eagle is, then you can check it now. The place you’re robbing now is my factory, and I’m very unhappy," Li Yifei said coldly.
Upon hearing the name Golden Eagle again, the contempt on Yala’s face finally faded. He said softly, "The Golden Eagle from Huaxia?"
"That’s right."
Yala’s heart trembled. He had an even deeper understanding of Golden Eagle; they had even met before, but at that time, Yala was just a small soldier hidden among the crowd, not like now, grasping thousands of people and being a big figure crossing several countries.
At that time, the Huaxia side had sent troops to protect their factories and had encountered many terrorist attacks. One squad had an impressive record, which was from Huaxia’s Flying Hawk Squad, and at that time, Golden Eagle was precisely the captain of the Flying Hawk Squad.
That squad fought fiercely, with incredible individual combat capabilities. This made Yala, still a small soldier then, feel it was tough to deal with. But Yala no longer thinks that way now. In his view, those terrorists couldn’t win because their equipment was too poor and their numbers too few, otherwise, they couldn’t have lost.
And now he has a force of thousands, so he wouldn’t fear even if that squad came.
He just didn’t expect that robbing a Huaxia factory would still involve Golden Eagle.
Yala chuckled and said, "So what? I’m already here, even if you come, what can you do to me?"
"Are you saying you’re not leaving?" Li Yifei asked.
"You want me to leave? Alright, you go have the Dubai government release my people, and I’ll release yours. Don’t worry, only a few of those workers are dead, most are still alive," Yala said.
Seeing Yala bargaining with him, Li Yifei couldn’t help but laugh coldly and said, "So, you’re not planning to leave?"
Yala pulled out a Desert Eagle from his coat, aimed it out the window, and made an aiming gesture, then fired a shot, shattering the whole glass pane. He then said to Li Yifei over the phone, "Leave? Of course, I will leave. This isn’t my home anyway, but I’m not leaving until I get what I want. So if you want me to leave, you’ll have to meet my needs."
"Yala, you’ll regret it," Li Yifei said.
Yala blew at the barrel, then said in a sinister tone, "I don’t care if you are Golden Eagle or Silver Eagle. This is the Middle East; it’s my turf. You come here, and you follow the rules. Two paths: Have the Dubai government release my people, or give me a billion dollars, and I guarantee the lives of the remaining thousands."
"I also have a path for you: Prepare a good coffin, so there’s somewhere to put the bodies when the time comes!" Li Yifei said with a strong attitude. Meanwhile, Sarama had already returned, wearing a heavy expression.
After Li Yifei spoke, he hung up the phone, cutting off Yala’s cold laugh. At this time, Li Yifei didn’t know about Xu Shanshan and He Fangqing’s situation.
"If they were caught, they should’ve talked by now. For the money, Yala should also have called me. Since he didn’t bring it up, Xu Shanshan and He Fangqing are probably safe for now," Li Yifei said, analyzing after putting down the phone.
Sophia nodded in agreement. She was originally going to sneak over to check the situation, but Li Yifei stopped her.
"Sarama, when will the troops arrive?" Li Yifei turned and asked Sarama.
Upon hearing this, Sarama looked a little conflicted, even agitated. She said, "I’m sorry, Golden Eagle, the troops might not be able to assist. Those cowardly bastards are actually worried about offending that Terrorist Organization and having them cause terrorist activities in Dubai. I am about to go crazy!"
Li Yifei raised an eyebrow. He had anticipated this situation, so he wasn’t particularly surprised; otherwise, he wouldn’t have pushed Amuhan to kill Abdullah and take power. He was concerned that Dubai wouldn’t provide support, and he would have no one to use. Facing an unknown number of enemies, Li Yifei thought having more people wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Indeed, Dubai wasn’t planning to send troops, so Li Yifei had to find people on his own.
Sarama was nearly in tears. She had just yelled at a few leaders, but unfortunately, a death order had been issued above, and Sarama dared not disobey, even the soldiers under her jurisdiction that could be mobilized were called away.
"Golden Eagle, I’m sorry, I’m very disappointed in them too!" Sarama said with a face full of apology, looking pitiful. Then she pulled out a gold-plated revolver from her coat and said, "But I still have private bodyguards and a guard team, in total twenty-five people. My brother Sashar can also call dozens of people, and if we spend some money to hire some more, we can gather a hundred to two hundred people. Under your leadership, we should be able to rescue the hostages, including your two wives."
Li Yifei didn’t immediately respond but instead pulled out his phone and called Ayurhan. On Ayurhan’s side, he had already assembled his personnel, their equipment loaded onto vehicles, ready for a major operation. He had cleansed his ranks too, killing about twenty people, and those remaining were now obedient to him.
Upon learning that Ayurhan had gathered a team of about one hundred and fifty people, ready for a long-distance assault, Li Yifei hung up the phone and said to Sarama, "No need to hire too many mercenaries. I have a hundred and fifty people here; if you can gather fifty more, that should be enough. The most important thing is that the equipment must be complete. Although we’re going for a rescue, we should minimize casualties."
"I guarantee fifty people!" Sarama kicked her leg into a salute to Li Yifei, then turned and ran off to call Sashar.
To Li Yifei’s surprise, Sashar arrived at this private airport ten minutes later with an armed team of over eighty people, including five armored vehicles, all latest models. This was Sashar’s private guard, along with the private forces of a few royal family members, all borrowed by Sashar.
These people were rigorously trained and could easily match formal soldiers, even surpass them in individual quality. Of course, their monthly salaries were exorbitantly high too.
"Thank you!" Li Yifei initially intended to shake hands, but Sashar gave him a hug instead, saying, "Golden Eagle, you’re my friend. Your wife encountered trouble in Dubai, for which I already bear responsibility. If you thank me, I’ll feel even more guilty."
"Alright, then I won’t be polite. Just hand over your people to me. Oh right, we also need to find a guide who knows the area," Li Yifei nodded and said.
Hearing this, Sashar widened his eyes and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Golden Eagle, I’m going with you. You can’t just send me back."
"You can’t go!" Li Yifei said directly.
Sashar wouldn’t have it and said, "Don’t underestimate me. I attended military college, scored high in shooting and combat classes, and haven’t let my shooting practice lapse through the years. Of course, there would be a big gap compared to you, but it’s more than enough compared to ordinary soldiers."
"Then you can stay in the rear; don’t rush to the front," Li Yifei noted his seriousness, so he nodded.
Sashar chuckled and said, "We’ll see at the time." He then jumped onto an off-road vehicle, which was modified with a mounted assault gun and an ammunition box beside it.
Sarama, seeing this, hurried to get in the vehicle too, but Li Yifei stopped her and said, "It’s enough for your brother to go. You should stay."
"No way, if my brother can go, why can’t I? I’m a professional soldier!" Sarama became irate, not only because of this matter. Since she joined the army, she had been trying to catch up with Li Yifei, and initially joined the army under his influence. Now, not letting her go, she obviously wouldn’t agree. Fighting alongside Li Yifei had always been her dream.
"What about Su Lio?" Li Yifei asked Sarama, looking at her.
"She... she can come too. We’re going to eliminate terrorists and rescue hostages, so there won’t be much danger. A few can stay in the rear as backup."
"Nonsense!" Li Yifei said angrily.
Among those present, everyone could go to the battlefield, but she couldn’t, which made Su Lio a bit sad. She wasn’t trying to be stubborn but felt uncomfortable, so seeing everyone’s eyes on her, Su Lio bit her lip and said, "I’ll go too, but I won’t go on the battlefield, I’ll wait in the rear."
"You have to be sure; this is no joke. There could be many corpses, and it could be very brutal," Li Yifei asked solemnly.
