62: Chapter 62 The whole internet is in an uproar: You call this a dating reality show amateur?!

[ Ding — ]

[ Detected abnormal fluctuations in the vital signs of core binding target 'Jiang Rumu'! ]

[ Force-triggering SSS-level main quest: Cuckold Crisis! ]

[ Quest Details: Your contract CP, Jiang Rumu, is facing aggressive pursuit from a new guest! The opponent's offensive is fierce, Jiang Rumu's heart rate is accelerating, and she is caught in a dilemma! Host, please immediately go to win back her body and heart! Defend your love sovereignty! ]

[ Quest Reward: Jiang Rumu is the reward, what else could you want? ]

[ Failure Penalty: If Jiang Rumu is gone, what else can the system do? ]

Li Li's left wrist paused.

His head was buzzing.

Had this crappy system eaten too much Middle East sand and fried its motherboard?

RPGs were flying everywhere outside, Mossad agents were walking all over the place, and you're telling me someone is trying to steal my girl?

And her heart rate is accelerating? Is that excitement? That's from being scared with a gun barrel pressed against her head!

Li Li ignored the entreaties of Fahd and Zair and turned to walk out of the conference room.

His pace was extremely fast.

The corridor was covered in shattered wall plaster.

Li Li stepped on the debris and shell casings, heading straight for the underground bunker.

Bunker hall.

It was bustling with noise, and the medical team was bandaging the injured guests.

Li Li's gaze swept across the room quickly.

That 1.4 million high-fashion red dress was nowhere to be seen.

A group of people were squatting in the corner.

Old Zhou sat on the ground, his right shoulder bandaged, still seeping blood.

Next to him squatted Cen Ye, clutching an unfinished apple tightly in his hand.

Gu Zeyan was curled up in the innermost part of the crowd, his head buried in his knees, trembling.

One of the temples on Han Xubai's glasses was broken, and he was holding the frame with his hand, looking around.

Li Li strode over.

He grabbed Old Zhou's uninjured left arm.

"Where are they?"

Old Zhou gasped in pain, looked up, and saw Li Li's face blackened by gunpowder smoke.

"Li, Brother Li! You're still alive!"

"Stop the nonsense, where is Jiang Rumu?"

Old Zhou pointed upward.

"It's chaos! It's all chaotic!"

"The lights went out, the guns fired, and the crowd completely exploded."

"Director Pei's table, and Sister Mu's table, were directly scattered."

"A few Arabs in white robes rushed over, grabbed Sister Mu and a few other female guests, and ran outside."

"They said they were taking them to the safety exit. But as soon as they turned the corner, they were all gone!"

Old Zhou slapped his thigh in anxiety.

"Only a few of us men were left, pressed to the ground by security, and then we were stuffed into this bunker!"

Li Li let go.

His left pants pocket suddenly vibrated.

He took out his phone.

The screen lit up.

An unread text message.

Sender: Unknown number.

The content was only one line.

[ Al Ain City, Oasis Hotel back alley. Coordinates: 24.2075° N, 55.7447° E. ]

No extra nonsense.

It was the same style as that previous slip of paper with the backup verification code.

Li Li put the phone back.

He turned to walk back.

Just as he reached the bunker entrance, he ran into Fahd.

Fahd had changed into a clean suit, followed by a team of heavily armed bodyguards.

"Mr. Li, my uncle wants to thank you in person..."

"Borrow a car." Li Li interrupted him.

Fahd was stunned.

"The whole city is under martial law now, the airspace is blocked, where are you going?"

"Finding someone."

Li Li reached out and pointed at the group of bodyguards behind Fahd.

"Strip a set of equipment off your men and give it to me."

Fahd's face tightened.

"That's too dangerous! The Royal Guard is searching the whole city for remaining enemies. You can tell me the location, and I'll send an armored vehicle!"

"No time." Li Li's voice was extremely cold.

"My people, I will find them myself."

Fahd looked at Li Li.

He didn't try to persuade him again.

He turned his head and gestured to the bodyguard captain.

Three minutes later.

Li Li put on a brand new Kevlar bulletproof vest.

The Velcro ripped and snapped as he tightened it.

Two glock 17s were tucked into his waist.

Four fully loaded spare magazines were strapped to the outside of his thighs.

In his hand was an HK416 assault rifle.

Click.

He chambered a round.

Fahd tossed him a car key.

"Underground garage Zone C, bulletproof Land Rover Defender, special license plate, clear passage throughout the country."

"Thanks." Li Li caught the key and strode toward the elevator.

Underground garage.

The black Land Rover Defender with license plate Abu Dhabi 7 let out a low roar.

The V8 engine revved.

The tires screeched against the floor paint.

Bang!

The front of the car smashed directly through the garage exit barrier, rushing into the Abu Dhabi night.

The streets were deserted.

In the distant night sky, the flashes of anti-aircraft missiles appeared from time to time.

Li Li floored the gas pedal.

The speedometer needle shot straight to 180.

The phone in the passenger seat lit up.

Caller ID: Director Pei Zhao.

Li Li pressed the hands-free button.

"Li Li! You're still alive!" Director Pei Zhao's voice was extremely hoarse, and the background was filled with static.

"Where are you?" Li Li asked.

"I'm in the surveillance room! We got separated from Jiang Rumu and the others, I had someone check the surveillance!"

Director Pei Zhao spoke as fast as a machine gun.

"The ones who took Jiang Rumu and the others are a few princes and princesses from Oman!"

"Those bastards weren't going for shelter at all!"

"They took advantage of the chaos and stuffed them into a black Mercedes G-Wagon and a minibus respectively!"

"That idiot Shen Jue! He insisted on following Jiang Rumu and forced his way into the G-Wagon by clinging to the door!"

"The G-Wagon's license plate is Abu Dhabi 7788!"

"They headed towards Al Ain!"

Li Li jerked the steering wheel.

The Land Rover Defender drifted through the intersection, the tires leaving a pungent smell of burning rubber.

"Got it."

"Don't hang up!" Director Pei Zhao shouted, "Where are you going? Don't do anything reckless! I've already contacted the embassy!"

"The embassy needs to follow procedures." Li Li looked at the pitch-black highway ahead.

"I'm going with physical transcendence."

Hang up.

From Abu Dhabi to Al Ain, a normal drive takes an hour and a half.

Li Li compressed it to thirty minutes.

The night wind poured in from the half-open window.

The speed of 220 km/h made the palm trees on the roadside blur into a streak of shadows.

Al Ain City.

Oasis Hotel.

This is a five-star hotel with a very Arabic style.

At this moment, the entire building was pitch black.

Only a few streetlights in the back alley flickered with dim yellow light.

The Land Rover Defender killed its engine two blocks away.

Li Li pushed open the car door.

He raised the HK416, hugged the wall, and silently crept into the back alley.

At the end of the alley.

A black Mercedes G-Wagon and a minibus were parked there.

License plate: 7788.

The headlights were off.

Li Li slowed his pace.

His tactical boots stepped on the sandy ground without making a sound.

Ten meters away from the G-Wagon.

An extremely strong smell of blood drifted in the air.

Mixed with a distinct smell of excrement.

Li Li leaned against a trash can for cover.

He leveled his muzzle.

Slowly, he circled to the driver's side of the G-Wagon.

The window was rolled down halfway.

Li Li leaned in to look.

In the driver's and passenger seats, two Arab men in white robes were slumped over.

Half of their heads were missing.

Red and white liquid sprayed all over the windshield and dashboard.

They were dead.

One shot to the head, extremely professional.

Li Li pulled open the back door.

Empty.

A high-heeled shoe had fallen on the leather seat.

The heel was broken.

It was the pair Yin Ruoying wore tonight.

Li Li's finger curled around the trigger.

His gaze swept across the cabin.

There was no sign of any living person.

Just as he was about to turn and enter the hotel.

A very faint sound suddenly came from the back of the car.

Woo woo.

Woo woo woo.

The sound came from the trunk.

Li Li went around to the back.

His left hand gripped the trunk handle.

His right hand held the gun, with the stock pressed against his shoulder socket.

He pulled it open violently.

The dim light of the trunk turned on.

A person was curled up inside like a big green caterpillar.

Shen Jue.

The kid's high-fashion suit was covered in mud and blood.

His hands were tied behind his back with thick industrial nylon zip ties.

His ankles were also tightly bound.

His mouth was stuffed with a rag, and three layers of black electrical tape were wrapped around the outside.

Seeing the trunk open.

Seeing Li Li holding an assault rifle, his face covered in blood.

Shen Jue's eyes instantly widened to the extreme.

Tears gushed out.

They carved two clear muddy channels on his dust-covered face.

He twisted his body frantically, making distorted whimpering sounds in his throat.

Li Li slung the gun behind his back.

He pulled out a folding knife.

The blade flicked open the zip ties on Shen Jue's feet.

Then he cut the ones on his wrists.

Finally, he ripped off the electrical tape from his mouth and pulled out the rag.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough—!"

Shen Jue coughed violently, gasping for air.

His face was smeared with tears and snot.

He grabbed Li Li's thigh.

He wailed heartbreakingly.

"Brother!"

"I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Those bastards aren't human!"

"Shut up, stand up."

Li Li pulled him out of the trunk.

"Where is Jiang Rumu?"

Shen Jue leaned against the car body, his legs still shaking.

"Sister, Sister was taken inside!"

He pointed to the back door of the Oasis Hotel.

"Those Omani princes are idiots!"

"They were intercepted by a group of people from behind as soon as they arrived at the hotel!"

"That group had both men and women!"

"They directly blew the heads off the two drivers in front!"

"Then they grabbed Sister, Yin Ruoying, and a few other women and dragged them all into the hotel!"

Shen Jue was incoherent, gesturing wildly.

"They knocked me out and stuffed me into the trunk!"

Men in black.

A Mossad squad.

Jiang Rumu's face, plus her status as a top celebrity in the East, made her the perfect hostage.

"Stay here."

Li Li shoved a fully loaded glock 17 into Shen Jue's hand.

"If anyone approaches, empty the magazine."

Shen Jue held the gun, his hand shaking like he had Parkinson's.

He watched Li Li turn to leave.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Brother!" Shen Jue called him back.

Li Li stopped.

Shen Jue swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva.

His gaze fell on Li Li's tattered suit pocket.

The edge of a phone was sticking out.

The camera was facing forward.

"Brother..." Shen Jue's voice trembled, "Are you... still livestreaming?"

Li Li looked down at the phone in his pocket.

Back in the palace corridor, to prevent being seen by enemies with wallhacks, he had enabled the one-hour delay broadcast mode.

Now.

Exactly one hour had passed.

The phone screen lit up.

The livestream backend crashed instantly.

The delayed footage was fully released.

On the screens of 80 million netizens.

It was seamlessly playing the ultra-clear first-person footage of Li Li in the palace corridor from an hour ago.

At first, it was completely black.

The screen was filled with question marks.

[Lagging?]

[Where's Brother Li?]

Then, the screen shook violently.

A short, chubby man covered in blood lunged in front of the camera, his hands spread open.

Two military fragmentation grenades with the pins pulled were in his palms!

The fuses were hissing!

The livestream chat paused for a second.

Then it completely exploded.

[WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF!]

[Grenades!!!]

[Run!!!]

In the footage, a hand reached out.

Without the slightest hesitation.

It grabbed the two grenades and swung them with force!

Boom—!

Fire engulfed the lens, and the screen was covered in dust.

The chat went crazy.

[Am I blind! Are those grenades! He grabbed the grenades and threw them away?!]

[Brother Li!!!]

The footage played dead on the carpet.

The sound of tactical boots approached.

Hebrew conversation was clearly audible.

Then.

The camera sprang up without warning.

Bang! Bang!

In the first-person view, the crosshair of the glock 17 steadily locked onto two heavily armed agents.

Two seconds.

Two shots.

The two agents fell straight down, blood splattering on the blast door.

The entire livestream, with 80 million viewers online.

Fell into a five-second silence.

Not a single comment floated by.

Five seconds later.

An avalanche.

[??????]

[What the hell am I watching?!]

[Two seconds! Two seconds to headshot two heavily armed special forces soldiers?!]

[Is this an amateur?! Is this an influencer?!]

[East Military: We won't take the blame for this! This is definitely a god on vacation!]

[This marksmanship! This movement! Is this the set of Wolf Warrior 4?!]

[Brother Li! What do you actually do! Did you bring your system cheats into reality?!]

Li Li pressed the phone deeper into his pocket.

He ignored the wildly vibrating device.

He raised the HK416.

With one kick, he opened the back door of the Oasis Hotel.

He merged into the pitch-black corridor.

Leaving behind only one extremely cold sentence.

"Just earning some traffic on the side."

"Basic operation."

Shen Jue leaned against the tire of the G-Wagon.

He clutched the Glock tightly.

He watched Li Li's disappearing back.

His jaw nearly hit the ground.

He looked down at his crotch.

A large wet patch.

He suddenly realized that his crying mess and incontinence from just now had also just been seen by those 80 million people.