"Pfft." The sound of the knife piercing flesh echoed, as Bidegla's hand swiftly flung a glinting knife, hitting the neck of the still-standing bandit.

This man had intended to attack them, but Bidegla's quick reflexes had already noticed him.

The knife had been hidden in his sleeve for just such a critical moment.

The strike was effective, directly piercing the man's neck, ensuring he had no chance of survival.

The man had not anticipated Bidegla's terrifying skill and was already on the brink of death before he could even react.

Clutching his bleeding neck, the man's face showed fear, and his body convulsed in a futile attempt to escape.

Everything Bidegla did was executed effortlessly, taking less than five seconds in total.

In that brief span of time, the four special police officers had reacted and swiftly pushed aside the hostages, surrounding Anson Macai.

Their mission was to save the hostages, with no need to consider anything else.

"Attack!"

The man with the stubble, who had been sent flying by Bidegla, suddenly shouted, and bubbles continuously appeared in the sea, clearly signaling the presence of those hidden beneath the water.

"Hide for now." Stuart Buzer, who had already reacted, had also overturned the two men inspecting the crates, leaving them uncertain of their fate.

As soon as Stuart Buzer spoke, he saw a terrifying bloodstain on Bidegla's shoulder.

"Hurry, let's go." Without time to deal with the stubbled man, Bidegla used the few remaining bandits as human shields and turned to leave.

In the moment that Bidegla spoke, he felt a tremendous sense of impending danger, but fortunately, his quick reflexes prevented the bullet from hitting his head instead of his shoulder.

Not only were those hidden beneath the sea, but there were also snipers in other locations.

Bidegla used one of the bandits as a shield to find cover, while Stuart Buzer and the other four special police officers captured the remaining individuals and took cover behind a container.

Blood continued to flow from his shoulder, and Bidegla's face became unusually pale.

The bullet had struck his recently healed shoulder, and this time, the sniper rifle bullet was even more terrifying, with explosive capabilities.

Even without looking, Bidegla knew that his arm was useless, with the bones inside the flesh shattered by the explosion.

"Are you okay?" Seeing Bidegla's complexion, Stuart Buzer asked with concern.

"I'm fine, let's hurry." Bidegla gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up from the ground.

But as he stood up, another wave of danger locked onto him, and he unhesitatingly used the person he was holding to shield himself.

Like a burst of blood blossoming, the person in Bidegla's grasp had a large hole blown into their chest, splattering Bidegla with blood as they died.

"Damn it, there are still other snipers." At that moment, Stuart Buzer cursed loudly and dared not expose himself again.

Although he was skilled and agile, at least two snipers were hidden nearby, and no matter how fierce he was, he couldn't outdo a bullet.

If he were hit, he would also die.

Behind, the shipping container suddenly shook violently, as the man who had escaped from the sea started shooting.

"Bidegla, take the people and go first. I will draw their attention," Stuart Buzer spoke, then grabbed a person and rushed out.

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The man he was holding showed an indescribable panic in his eyes, but it was futile. In that moment, they were mere sacrificial pawns, used as human shields.

"Go."

Seeing Stuart Buzer already rushing out, Bidegla had no time to think. He grabbed the person in his hands and dashed out. Behind them were a dozen armed men. Staying here would mean certain death.

Remembering the direction of the sniper rifle, Bidegla used the person to shield himself and dashed out.

Using his perspective ability, Bidegla saw a sniper lying on top of a shipping container about two hundred meters away.

It was the same person who had fired the shot.

With the human shield, Bidegla hid behind another container. He randomly picked up a stone from the ground and swiftly darted out from behind the container.

Like a high-speed bullet, he hit the sniper lying on top of the container.

Two hundred meters away, Bidegla was able to hit his target, indicating the immense force he had used, mustering all his strength.

A scream echoed from the container. At that moment, Bidegla no longer hesitated. He gestured to the four special police, and they immediately understood. They led Anson Macai to retreat.

Just as they had walked a short distance, Bidegla met the following special police team. They had been hiding nearby and had hurried over upon hearing the gunfire.

Watching them, Bidegla breathed a sigh of relief because his mission was finally completed. The personnel transfer was completed in the blink of an eye. Anson Macai was quickly pushed into an armored vehicle, which then shot out at nearly two hundred miles per hour, leaving the scene behind.

"Hurry, rush inside. There are still people in there," one of the special police who had arrived with Bidegla's team spoke, and they were also given submachine guns, directly following the rest of the team inside.

Hundreds of special police, armed with submachine guns, all rushed inside, leaving behind a few to look after Bidegla.

Seeing Anson Macai safely taken away, Bidegla felt his head spin and collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

The wound on his arm was too severe. Although the battle had lasted less than a minute, Bidegla had already lost too much blood.

If it weren't for his extraordinary willpower, he might have lost consciousness long ago.

When Bidegla woke up, he had no idea how much time had passed. The room was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, and he was lying in a hospital bed.

There was a young nurse in the room, her back turned as she was busy with something. Bidegla's cough caught her attention, and she turned around.

Looking at the nurse, Bidegla felt a wave of dizziness. The nurse turned out to be Tara Lassen.

Since the last time he had been intimate with Tara Lassen, Bidegla had felt ashamed because Tara Lassen was still a virgin. If he had known, he would never have done such a thing.

So, after leaving her last time, Bidegla had not thought of contacting her, unsure how to face this woman.

He already has Jennie Laura, and if he were to go and flirt with other women, he would feel utterly inhumane. The last incident was simply an accident, he couldn't resist Tara Lassen's temptation.

"Husband, you're finally awake," Tara Lassen's face lit up with excitement as she disregarded packing and threw herself into Bidegla's arms.

Being called "husband," Bidegla didn't know how to respond, especially when he saw the genuine excitement in Tara Lassen's eyes. In that moment, he couldn't bring himself to push her away.

"Get up, my shoulder is killing me," Bidegla winced in pain, and Tara Lassen's hand landed on his injured left shoulder, applying pressure to the wound.

Hearing Bidegla's words, Tara Lassen reflexively recoiled from his body, and with concern in her eyes, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine for now, but who knows what will happen next," Bidegla sighed, looking at Tara Lassen, and asked, "Can my injury be saved?"

Bidegla's voice was calm, but to Tara Lassen, it brought tears to her cheeks.

This time, Bidegla's injury was different from the last. It was a gunshot wound, but this time his bones were completely shattered.

Reattaching a broken bone segment is currently impossible, so in a way, Bidegla's left hand was completely lost; it was impossible to move it at all.

The hospital had only treated his wound temporarily, and further treatment would require consultation with other experts.

Bidegla sustained this injury while saving someone, so it was the responsibility of the entire Zhuhai City Bureau. They had already hired orthopedic experts from various places.

"Don't worry, we've found a suitable artificial bone for you. Once the experts arrive, we can proceed with the surgery, and you can recover," Tara Lassen said, tears flowing even more.

No artificial bone could compare to real bone, she was simply comforting Bidegla.

"Alas," upon hearing Tara Lassen's words, Bidegla also understood that his left hand was useless. His bones were completely shattered, and there was no way to fix it.

Even if the bone was reattached in the end, it would still be useless. Thinking about this, he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

This time, he never expected to be so severely injured. Did he regret it? He didn't even know. He had promised Shina Macai to save someone, but the cost of that was too high. His left hand was completely useless, and not even the hospital could do anything about it.

Fixing the bone, with no strength, what difference did it make from not fixing it at all? Thinking about this, his face was filled with a bitter smile.

This time, he had really messed up.

Regret was useless now. He didn't blame Shina Macai, it was his own promise. Since he had already spoken, the injury was his own fault.

"Alright, please leave. I want to be alone and think for a while," Bidegla said, his voice filled with sorrow.

"No, I won't leave. I'm afraid you won't be able to cope," Tara Lassen shook her head, her tone resolute.

"Then suit yourself," Bidegla said, closing his eyes and starting to gather his energy.