[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 17, Chapter 2)

Chapter Two: Quick

Thinking As soon as he finished speaking, the young man felt a sudden lightness on his body. His mother had been grabbed by the burly man and thrown

aside, and he himself had been grabbed like a chicken. Not only Begvalle, but the others also

moved .

"Kid, what did you just say?"

Begvalle held him up in front of him. "You know Powell and Rumsfeld?"

"Cough cough... Let me go first..."

The young man's clothes around his neck were pulled tight, making it difficult for him to breathe. But as soon as he finished speaking,

Begvalle immediately put him down and even kindly patted his back to help him catch his breath.

"Speak, boy, what do you know?"

Begvale straightened his clothes, trying to be gentle. "Tell us, and I promise you and

your family will live!"

"Your promise doesn't count."

The young man looked at him, shook his head contemptuously, and turned to Pushnechin, speaking slowly in fluent English.

"I want you to say you won't harm us afterwards. I also promise you I won't tell anyone else about

this , otherwise you can come and take our lives anytime."

"You…"

Begvale was about to speak in anger when Pushnechin stepped forward, looked at the young man, and also

spoke slowly and clearly in English. "If the information you give us is valuable, then I promise you I won't harm

you, I swear in the name of my deceased mother."

The young man stared at him for a while before nodding. "I believe you, but remember, if you

deceive me, I will haunt you as a vengeful ghost."

"Kid, you should be content,"

said the indifferent Quaresh. "Our boss only needs to swear an oath in his mother's name; that's

the greatest ."

Hearing this, the young man felt a little more at ease, although he knew that this peace of mind was based on a very fragile

foundation . But for him, there was absolutely no other choice.

"Powell and Rumsfeld encountered a sudden assassination attempt while visiting Sapporo,"

the young man Powell's wife was shot with a bullet coated with a deadly poison and nearly died. She

is still recovering."

"Oh!"

The group perked up. They had been eager to get the latest news from the American delegation, but since arriving in Japan

, communications had been cut off, making it impossible to obtain any information. Now, they never expected to receive

the news from the mouth of such an ordinary company employee.

Suppressing his excitement, Pushnechin asked repeatedly, "How did you know?

Mrs. Powell was injured? Why her?"

"I know the doctor who treated Mrs. Powell,"

the young man hesitated for a moment, then said, "He's Dr. Nach, the top surgeon in North America."

"Dr. Nach?"

Pushnechin's eyes lit up. "Dr. Nach from Washington National Hospital in Washington State?"

"Yes." "

So it was him!"

Pushnechin nodded. If that was the explanation, it made sense.

An injury requiring Dr. Nach's intervention couldn't be minor; Mrs. Powell's injuries must have been very serious, confirming

the young man's claim that Mrs. Powell had been assassinated.

"Young man, you're not bad. You actually know Dr. Nach?"

Lomf's gaze softened slightly. These people were ruthless killers, but that didn't mean they lacked humanity . They held a degree of awe

for this highly respected, kind, and helpful super-surgeon in the medical field . 　　The young man realized this too, and his mind raced. He immediately had an idea: " Mr. Nak and I aren't very familiar, but my cousin is his girlfriend, so I've had the privilege of dining with . However, Mr. Nak is too aloof; he only dotes on my cousin and doesn't really care about anyone else." 　　Pushnechin nodded slightly with a smile. In his intelligence, Mr. Nak was indeed that kind of person; it seemed this young man had some connection with him. 　　"Alright, young man, tell me more about what you know." 　　Pushnechin had Tarsky untie him and gestured for him to sit on the sofa. 　　The young man, now free, glanced at his parents huddled to the side and quickly walked towards the door. 　　Quareschu's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand, but Pushnechin stopped him, shaking his head. 　　The young man didn't go outside. Instead, he found a trench coat on the coat rack by the door, brought it back, and covered his mother with it, concealing the middle-aged woman's ample bosom… As for his father, the young man glanced at him, saw that he was just overly frightened, and then ignored him for the time being. 　　Then, he stood before the crowd. 　　"I heard that Mrs. Powell was shot during her morning exercise. The poison she was ingested was a well-known African poison. If they hadn't brought Mr. Naker from Tokyo in time, Mrs. Powell would have certainly died. After more than a week of treatment, Mrs. Powell's life was saved, but she cannot leave Japan , so she is being protected by the U.S. Marines and is recuperating in the hospital." 　　"Africa? Poison?" 　　Pushnetchin frowned, looking at Tarsky, who nodded to him, indicating that he knew what he wanted to know. 　　"Do you know why we were ambushed?" 　　Pushnetchin continued to ask. 　　"How should I know?" 　　The young man shrugged. "We've been tied up in the house since the day before yesterday, haven't left, haven't even made a phone call. How could we possibly have any new information?" " 　　Call your cousin right now and ask her what's going on," 　　Beguvale interjected. 　　The young man's heart pounded. Most of what he'd said was a lie. His cousin was just an ordinary girl; how could she know anything important? Asking her like this would expose him.

He also possessed a quick wit, a wry smile on his face. "These things were all brought up by my cousin when she called

to chat If I were to call her first, wouldn't that seem strange? You know, the entire

police force in Sapporo is searching for clues right now. Maybe my cousin sensed something and went to tell the police."

The group exchanged glances, agreeing with the young man's point. At this dangerous juncture, it was best not to make any

mistakes.

Seeing their interest, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and decided to press his advantage: "However

, I suspect they're not targeting you at all."

Pushnechin raised an eyebrow: "Oh, what do you mean?"

The young man countered, "You only arrived in Sapporo these past few days, right?"

"Why do you think that?"

"It's simple. You now completely control my life and death. If

you were behind Mrs. Powell's assassination, there would have been no need to ask so many questions earlier… Obviously, you haven't been in Sapporo long, and

the assassination wasn't your doing."

"That's right, you have some analytical skills. It certainly wasn't us."

Pushnechin smiled and said, "I like smart people. Now, tell me about that topic again

."

"Because of Mrs. Powell's assassination, the United States was furious. Not only did the Navy send ships over,

but they also directly dispatched Marines to the hospital to take over its defense,"

the young man said confidently. "At the same time, they put pressure on Japan from all sides, from the Prime Minister to

the National Police Agency Headquarters, and even Sapporo City, all of whom were severely condemned and reprimanded. As a result, the Prime Minister personally ordered

the National Police Agency Headquarters to solve the case as soon as possible. It is said that more

than 800 ."

Pushnetchin nodded and then shook his head, saying in Russian, "It can't just be the police.

Those weren't particularly strong, but they were not comparable to ordinary police officers either. It must have been Japanese special forces."

"Hmph! What are Japanese special forces? Just like the Kwantung Army decades ago,

they are all cowards when they encounter us Russians,"

Quaresh said dismissively. "If it weren't for that ninja who suddenly appeared later, we would never have

suffered such heavy losses."

"Don't underestimate your enemy,"

Pushnechin snapped. "Isn't a ninja Japanese too? He killed six of us by himself.

If our weapons hadn't been powerful enough, none of us might have escaped."

Quareshu was somewhat indignant, but it was a fact that his group had been utterly routed by the ninja the previous night. That

ninja, who lurked like a ghost in the park, wouldn't have

survived if his companions hadn't desperately held him back, and the bombs he threw wouldn't have been enough to seriously injure him and force him to retreat.

"Compared to that Japanese ninja, the guy I want to kill the most is the one who attacked us first!"

Lemas said fiercely. "The thought of us becoming scapegoats and suffering such an undeserved disaster makes me

angry!"

"And the person who commissioned us,"

Tarski added.

"Him? What wrong did he do in this?"

"Even if he commissioned us ten days ago, he must have received news of Mrs. Powell's assassination.

Knowing but not telling us, allowing us to be better prepared... Don't you think he bears any responsibility?"

Tarsky spoke, looking not at the one asking the question, Lemas, but at their leader, Pushnechin. After

hearing this, the other four, like him, all looked at Pushnechin.

Pushnechin's expression was grave. He sighed first, then his face hardened. "Alright,

after we leave here safely, I'll go with you to find the client and get to the bottom of this. Our brothers' blood cannot

be shed in vain."

The men exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

They were all from the same organization, and they

understood After all, only after leaving could they discuss anything else; without leaving, what revenge could they talk about?

"What do we do now?"

Tarsky asked. "Continue the mission, or go home?"

"What are your opinions?"

Pushnechin looked at the others.

"I want to go back and settle accounts with that bastard client who led us into this trap. He deserves

to die !"

Quareshu said.

"Yes!"

Begvalle echoed. "Powell and the others are under tight protection by the U.S. Marines. This mission

is going to be very difficult. Let's go back and make plans later. After all, it was their fault for breaking the rules first."

"Before we go back, I think we have one more thing to do."

The seemingly honest Lemas clenched his fist, and with a "crack," the game console in his hand broke

. "Six brothers died. I'm going to avenge this blood debt from the Japanese!"

His violent act made the young man's heart skip a beat, almost thinking he had been exposed.

"Yes, we have to go back, but I don't want to go back in such a sorry state."

Lomv agreed with him. "Hmph, do they think they can make us slink away by laying a trap

? I'm going to teach the Japanese police a lesson, show them what real urban hunting warfare is all about."

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

The others expressed their opinions one after another. After seeing Tarsky nod, Pushnechin

smiled . "Alright, everyone get ready, bring all your equipment. We'll begin our free movement in half an hour."

"Yes, sir!"

The elites of the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs gleamed with bloodlust.

"What about this family?"

Begvale asked casually, without even looking at the three prisoners.

"Since he provided us with important intelligence, we won't make things difficult for them. Just knock them unconscious."

Pushnechin pondered. "Besides, this family is also related to Mr. Nak. We shouldn't go

too far, otherwise, if our family members fall ill and need Mr. Nak's help in the future, it won't

be easy to handle."

"Alright."

Begvale chuckled, turned to the young man, and said in Japanese, "Kids, you're lucky. Come on,

woman, make us a good dinner, and then we'll leave."

"Leave?"

the young man asked hesitantly, looking at them. "What are you going to do with us?"

"Tie us up, gag us, and see when we break free,"

Begvale replied.

His tone was menacing, but it relieved the young man and his parents .

They would have been truly frightened if Begvale had said he was just leaving without doing anything.

Then, Lemas cut all the ropes binding the three men, pointed to the middle-aged woman in the trench coat, and

understood that she was to cook.

She glanced at her son, seeing the reassuring look in his eyes, and timidly

left the room and went downstairs.

The young man and his father couldn't leave, but their mood was clearly

much .

But when they saw the group of fierce Russians fiddling with their weapons, installing

magazines , and adjusting sights, their hearts tightened again.

The young men vaguely knew they were going out to kill again. These Russians carried so

many different kinds of weapons and bombs; they wondered what kind of bloodshed they would unleash.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged woman brought out rice and meat patties. Having not left the house for the past two days,

the Russian thugs had only eaten dry rations. This was the first time they had hot food, so they

ate with gusto, devouring a large pot of rice and dozens of meat patties in no time.

Not content with that, the middle-aged woman also cooked over a dozen bags of dumplings to barely make ends meet.

"Ding-dong!"

Just as they were devouring the dumplings, the doorbell rang.

The kidnapped family of three and the six thugs were all startled. Begvalle reached out and pressed a remote control, and the television

in immediately switched to another scene, the camera pointing directly at the outside of the door.

The screen showed a luxury car parked outside the door, with three women standing outside. Because the television screen

and surveillance equipment were high-end, the women's faces were

clearly —an old woman, a middle-aged beauty, and a stunningly beautiful young girl.

"This little girl is so beautiful!"

Lomf exclaimed. "I always thought that there were no beautiful people in the East, but after seeing her, I

know I was wrong."

"Hehe, what, are you tempted?"

Lemas's eyes also flickered with a strange light.

"Eh..."

Tarsky suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Look, that middle-aged woman and this one in the room

look a bit alike!"

Pushnechin's eyes changed, and he immediately stared at the middle-aged beauty in the room, just in time to see the shocked and nervous expression on her

face .

After glancing back and forth between her and the middle-aged woman outside the gate several times, Pushnechin and his

men wore strange smiles.

"Haha!"

Begvale clapped his hands excitedly, "I didn't expect that just now we were talking about this girl, and she's here in

front of us."

Saying this, Begvale smiled at the middle-aged woman who had changed her clothes and said, "Please, madam,

please bring them in, thank you!"

"No, no!"

The young man, already terrified at the sight of the girl, quickly said, "Please let them go! My

cousin is Mr. Nak's girlfriend! How can you kidnap her? Aren't you going against Mr. Nak?

The people Mr. Nak knows are people you can't afford to offend!"

Strangely, the young man's excessive agitation remained unchanged in Pushnechin's mind.

He waved to the middle-aged woman, signaling her to hurry up.

The middle-aged woman didn't understand English, nor did she know what her son had just said to them, but she knew that if she

didn't do as they instructed, her life, which had already been spared, would definitely be in danger, and she didn't want that.

Besides, the three of them coming in shouldn't cause any trouble—with this thought to comfort herself

, the middle-aged woman nodded, turned, and left the room again.

"Mother... Oh!"

The young man only managed to utter one word before Quareschu punched him in the chest, causing him to immediately kneel on the carpet, writhing

in pain , unable to speak any more.

"Go quickly,"

Begvale said to the middle-aged woman who had stopped and looked back, "If you don't want your son to suffer, bring

them ."

"Don't hurt him, I'll do it."

The middle-aged woman quickened her pace and walked out.

Pushnetchin gestured, and Tarsky and Begvale followed lightly behind her...

The three women, who had been waiting impatiently outside, finally saw the middle-aged woman run out of the house and open

the outer door.

"Takako, what are you doing? Why did it take you so long to open the door?"

The old woman frowned.

"Mom... no, nothing..." The middle-aged woman smiled and took her hand,

smiling at her sister and niece, "Tsuko, Kaoruko, come, let's talk inside."

"No! Tsuko and Kaoruko are going back to Tokyo, they came to say goodbye."

The old woman said irritably, "Sapporo has been a mess lately, we were stopped by the police

several times just now, I don't know what they're doing, they should leave tonight."

"Look at what you're saying."

The middle-aged woman's face changed, she forced a smile, "It's getting late, why don't you stay here tonight

and leave tomorrow... Come in, I'll make you something delicious!"

"Hmph, what delicious food can you make?"

The old woman had been upset ever since she was treated badly here last time, but her eldest daughter was also her flesh and

blood Although she was being sarcastic and difficult to her eldest daughter, the old woman still hoped that her younger daughter and granddaughter could

reconcile with her eldest daughter's family.

"Mom, since my sister has said so, let's bother her for one night."

The middle-aged woman's younger sister, whom she called Tsuko, also agreed. In fact, her return today

already represented her willingness to reconcile.

"Yes, yes, I'll open the door, you can drive the car in."

Takako breathed a sigh of relief, her smile becoming even more eager.

After Tsuko drove the car into the yard, Takako had already locked the door again. Inadvertently catching a glimpse of her niece

's serene and beautiful face, Takako's feelings suddenly became complicated. But thinking of her son and husband,

and the efforts her son had made to protect her, Takako swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

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