"Director, is he reliable?" After Bidegla left, the policeman finally spoke up and inquired.
"At least more reliable than you." Owen Finch cast a sidelong glance at him, then withdrew his gaze.
Hearing the director's assessment, a bitter smile crept onto the man's face. Yes, he had witnessed Bidegla's skills, and although he was a policeman, he might not be a match for Bidegla in combat.
Therefore, he dared not refute the director's words, and could only smile awkwardly.
In the dense jungle, Bidegla controlled his body, not making a sound, all thanks to Stuart Buzer. He was like a ghost, moving towards the direction of the gunshots.
With his perspicacity, he could clearly see Shina Macai and the others hiding in a mountain hollow. Within their encirclement, one person lay convulsing, blood pooling around them.
Clearly, the recent shot was not fired by them, but by the fugitive who had injured their comrade.
"What's going on?" Just as Bidegla approached them, all the dark gun barrels suddenly pointed at him, causing every pore on his body to stand on end.
Fortunately, they only aimed the guns at him, not firing, otherwise he would have been riddled with bullets.
"It's me," Bidegla spoke, then emerged from a thicket.
"Bidegla?" Seeing the newcomer, Shina Macai covered her mouth in disbelief.
"Shh, keep quiet!" Bidegla put a finger to his lips, then turned his gaze to the injured officer.
Using his perspicacity, Bidegla could see that the bullet was embedded in the officer's bone, beyond his ability to rescue. Fortunately, his organs were not damaged, and the wound was not fatal.
"Shina Macai, have you lost your mind?" Bidegla pulled her aside, speaking in a low voice.
"Let go of me." Shina Macai's expression changed slightly as she broke free from Bidegla's grasp.
"My affairs don't concern you, and I didn't ask you to come here." Shina Macai's expression was cold, prompting a wry smile from Bidegla.
He had come to help her, only to receive such a response. If he had known, he wouldn't have rushed in like a fool.
"You foolish woman, they all have guns. Do you really think that the few of you can stand up to them?" Bidegla sneered, but his words caused a subtle change in the people present.
They knew the fugitive had brought people here, but they had no idea how many guns the other side possessed. How did Bidegla know?
"All of you stay here and don't move. I'll take care of the trouble for you." With that, Bidegla gave Shina Macai a cold glance and added, "You crazy woman, this is the last time I'll help you. Don't expect me to come to your aid again."
After speaking, Bidegla ran directly into the nearby thicket, making no noise at all.
"Terrifying," a policeman said with a hint of fear. When Bidegla spoke just now, they had all felt an immense pressure, as if Bidegla was a fierce beast, exuding an extremely dangerous feeling. Bidegla had left, and his movements were minimal. With his perspicacity, he could see that the five criminals were each occupying a position, waiting for their prey.
Glancing around, Bidegla's face twisted into a cold smirk, as each of these individuals had staked out their own territory, almost creating a ring of encirclement. If Shina Macai were to recklessly charge in with her people, it would be impossible for them to avoid being killed.
As he watched these fugitives, Bidegla's demeanor grew increasingly grim, for their hiding places were remarkably clever, exploiting the surrounding scenery for concealment. Were it not for his insight, he would have been easily deceived by these individuals.
This scene was reminiscent of the last time he had joined forces with Stuart Buzer to eliminate a group of individuals, undoubtedly not ordinary people. Moreover, the fact that a fugitive could escape from prison indicated that their skills were undoubtedly formidable.
For others, capturing these individuals would surely prove difficult, but for Bidegla, no matter how cunningly they hid, he was capable of breaking through their defenses.
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His movements were exceedingly subtle, devoid of any sound, resembling a ghost as he slipped unnoticed into their encirclement, catching them completely off guard.
A chilling smile played at the corners of Bidegla's mouth as he approached one of the fugitives from behind. The man was currently crouched in a large pit, scarcely visible to the unobservant eye.
Without resorting to his own firearm, Bidegla, much like a specter, seized the man from behind, gripping his neck tightly.
With a vicious force, the man could not even make a sound, being strangled by Bidegla until he rolled his eyes and eventually passed out.
Bidegla did not take the man's life, as these individuals were meant to be handled by the authorities of the city of Zhuhai. He did not wish to create unnecessary bloodshed.
Dumping the man in the large pit, Bidegla continued to stalk the remaining four individuals.
After approximately ten minutes, Bidegla effortlessly incapacitated all of the individuals, even if one of them had detected his presence beforehand, it was all in vain, as they were no match for Bidegla.
Clapping his hands, Bidegla walked over to Shina Macai and her group.
"No need to hide, come out, I have already subdued those individuals," Bidegla declared, and from within a thicket, Shina Macai and her companions emerged, wearing expressions of disbelief.
"I'm done here, this is a police pistol, I'm returning it to you," Bidegla said, tossing the firearm to Shina Macai.
Dealing with individuals with abilities far beyond those of ordinary people, Bidegla had scarcely expended any effort, not even firing a single shot.
"Officer Macai, these individuals have truly passed out!" exclaimed one of the police officers, dragging an unconscious individual out of the woods.
"Who are these people?" Shina Macai marveled at the sight of the incapacitated fugitive, but Bidegla had already left, unnoticed by her.
"Mr. Gla, how did things go inside?" Owen Finch inquired as Bidegla descended from the mountain, hastening to catch up.
"Your people have subdued the fugitives, I returned the pistol to them, I'm leaving now, you can handle the rest," Bidegla said, turning away nonchalantly and climbing into his Lamborghini. With a thunderous roar, the Lamborghini shot off like an arrow.
This time, Bidegla was in a foul mood, having offered to help Shina Macai, only to be met with her cold indifference. It was like casting pearls before swine, a classic case of being met with a cold shoulder despite one's warm intentions.
With a bitter smile, Bidegla did not linger, instantly accelerating his Lamborghini to over two hundred miles per hour.
Since leaving home, he still hasn't eaten, all because of that woman, Shina Macai. He found a small shop and casually ate something before driving to the jewelry store. He hadn't been to the jewelry store in days, and he didn't know what the situation was now. The jewelry store was still open as usual, with a continuous stream of pedestrians coming and going. The last robbery not only didn't affect Laura's jewelry store, but actually boosted its business. The arrival of the Lamborghini attracted a lot of attention, as such a world-famous car is not owned by many. After parking the car, Bidegla got out. "Wow, so handsome!" A girl saw Bidegla come out of the Lamborghini and felt as if stars were dancing before her eyes. "Yes, I wish I could marry someone like him," another girl said, full of admiration. "Hmph, two silly girls," a boy nearby said disdainfully. "What did you just say?" The two girls immediately became unhappy when they heard the boy's words, placing their hands on their hips and glaring, transforming into completely different people in the blink of an eye. "Heh, I didn't say anything," the boy said, laughing awkwardly and quickly leaving. Ignoring the strange looks from the people around, Bidegla walked directly into the jewelry store. Inside the store, Bidegla immediately saw the tired face of Jennie Laura, who was being harassed by a man who occasionally laid hands on her. Bidegla squeezed in next to the man and, with a slight force, almost caused him to fall to the ground. Ha, this guy wants to harass my sister Jennie, isn't he asking for trouble? "Miss, what jewelry do you think would look best on me?" Bidegla pushed the rude man to the side and said to Jennie Laura, smiling. "I think this one would be most suitable..." Before she could finish speaking, Jennie Laura suddenly felt the voice was familiar and, looking up, she showed a look of surprise. "Hey, I said, do you understand the concept of waiting your turn?" The man who was almost knocked down by Bidegla finally reacted and leaned in again. "What do you mean by waiting your turn?" Bidegla looked puzzled and said, "Also, do I know you?" "You..." The man obviously didn't expect Bidegla to be so shameless and was so angry that he couldn't speak. "What do you mean by 'you,' can't you see that I'm flirting with my girlfriend?" Bidegla glared at the man and then turned his gaze to Jennie Laura. "Hey, buddy, you can eat without rules, but you can't speak without proof. Who says this young lady is your girlfriend? Do you have any evidence?" The man looked at Jennie Laura and then suppressed the fiery look in his eyes, speaking in a low voice to Bidegla. "Then, let's make a bet," Bidegla said, looking at the man with a smirk.
"What would you like to wager?" The man glanced at the captivating face of Jennie Laura, then with determination, turned to Bidegla.
"Let's not make the stakes too high. How about we wager this exquisite piece of jade?" Bidegla pointed to a piece of ice jade hanging inside the glass cabinet as she spoke. "Regardless of the outcome, this piece of jade will be gifted to this beautiful lady, yes?"
The beauty he referred to naturally was Jennie Laura. The ice jade was of exceptional quality, almost glass-like, and the craftsmanship of the pendant was outstanding, priced at one to two million.
In the grand scheme of the jewelry store, this was considered a very high-end item indeed.
How could this man possibly think he could outwit Jennie? It was simply inconceivable.
Seeing Bidegla trying to pull a fast one from inside the glass cabinet, Jennie couldn't help but find it amusing, but she managed to suppress her laughter. She knew that if she were to laugh, it would only give away her position.
Moreover, this man had been pestering her for almost half an hour now, not buying anything, just engaging in conversation and wasting her time, not to mention subjecting her to sexual harassment.