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Chapter 785 - Chapter 783: Walking into a Trap

"Ooooooo, I was so scared! I thought I'd never see you again!"

As Jiang Hai carefully removed the ropes and pulled the tape from Tarak's mouth, the girl immediately burst into tears. Throwing her arms around his neck, she sobbed uncontrollably. Hearing her words, Jiang Hai couldn't help but sigh. She was still too young, too inexperienced.

"Alright, alright. I'm here now. But tell me, when you got out, why didn't you call me? I remember there's a satellite phone in the tribe." Gently patting her back, Jiang Hai waited until she calmed a little, then looked into her tear-streaked face with puzzlement.

"Because… because the tribe leader asked me to give this to you." Sniffling, Tarak pulled a tightly rolled letter from her waistband. Thankfully she had hidden it well, or the kidnappers would have taken it.

"I see." Jiang Hai nodded, slipping the scroll into his pocket. Since the old patriarch had sent her, there had to be some deeper matter involved. But this wasn't the place to ask. And besides—no one in Boston would dare steal from him.

"Jiang Hai, a group of people is coming."

His phone rang just then, Xia Yuan's urgent voice coming through. Hearing it, Jiang Hai shot Galina a look. She instantly moved to the window, peeked outside, and gestured back.

"Two cars and three motorcycles," Galina whispered.

"The three bikes are probably together. The two cars… maybe not," Jiang Hai murmured, narrowing his eyes. "Good. We can take them all in one sweep." He quickly told Xia Yuan to stay hidden and keep the car locked.

Moving fast, Jiang Hai shoved Tarak under the bed. At his signal, Galina flipped easily behind the refrigerator. Jiang Hai slid on his Google Glass, switched on the video recorder, and sat at the table—his hand casually flicking his eagle-shaped pistol charm. Everything was ready.

Moments later, the roar of engines stopped outside. The three motorcycles and two cars pulled up, doors opening. The newcomers froze at the sight of the open house. Eight men from the cars exchanged uneasy glances—it was obvious something wasn't right.

"Check it out," ordered Izoedis, pulling a Beretta 92 from his waistband. The others followed suit, guns flashing under the dim light.

But they were nothing more than armed thugs. Eleven men, eleven pistols, crept cautiously inside. The first three rounded the corner—and froze. One of their comrades lay unconscious on the floor, and Jiang Hai sat calmly at the table.

They didn't hesitate. Guns came up—but Jiang Hai was faster.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three sharp shots rang out. The men screamed as their gun hands burst into blood, pistols clattering across the floor. Clutching ruined arms, they crumpled in agony.

The others jerked back, ready to fire, but froze when they saw Jiang Hai's pistol already raised—his face calm, almost bored.

"Wait!" shouted Izoedis, swallowing hard. "I'm Izo Edis, my father is Christian Edis! This must be a misunderstanding!"

He forced a smile, though his mind reeled. He had thought Jiang Hai weak and harmless. But the precision of those shots—and the ruthless efficiency—made his heart sink. Worse, he couldn't tell if Jiang Hai was alone, or if others were waiting to ambush them. Best to stall.

"Christian's gotten bold," Jiang Hai said coldly, tapping his pistol against the table. "He even dares kidnap my people. You're really arrogant."

"No, no, misunderstanding!" Izoedis pressed. "Those four kidnapped her. We only came to check. If we'd known she was yours, we'd have returned her immediately. A gesture of goodwill. You're just being too sensitive."

As he spoke, he and his men edged further inside. Jiang Hai didn't react, giving them false confidence. But when they realized Jiang Hai was the only one in the room, confusion and unease rippled through them.

"You're alone?" Izoedis frowned.

"Yeah. Just me." Jiang Hai smiled faintly.

Izo's face twisted. "If it's just you—then die!" He raised his gun, but Jiang Hai was already moving. Four shots cracked out, disarming four more men in an instant. Blood sprayed, guns skittered away.

Izo himself screamed as bullets shattered his hand. The pain was unbearable, but instead of retreating, he lunged for another gun. The remaining men scrambled to fire—

—and Galina struck.

She exploded from behind the refrigerator, twin Czech 75 pistols blazing. Eight sharp cracks echoed as she crippled the rest in seconds. Then, with brutal grace, she stomped Izoedis's hand before he could raise another weapon, both barrels now aimed at the others.

The room fell silent except for groans of pain. Jiang Hai calmly reloaded, then strolled over. Kicking the pistols away, he crouched before Izoedis.

"Talk." His voice was calm, almost casual, but it carried an edge of steel.

Izo glared back. "Talk? About what?"

"Who ordered Tarak's kidnapping? Who told you to ambush me?" Jiang Hai's eyes narrowed. His Google Glass captured everything.

"Bah! Kill me if you dare, you yellow monkey!" Izo spat, his voice shaking with defiance.

Jiang Hai simply smiled and gave Galina a nod. She pressed her boot over Izo's mouth, then crushed his fingers one by one. The muffled screams were horrific. The others went pale with fear.

Jiang Hai turned to the next man. "He won't talk. Will you?"

The thug's courage broke instantly. "I—I'll tell you! It was… it was just a coincidence. Those four kidnapped her. Then they went to Izo, and he came along. We only came to check—"

"Lies," Jiang Hai cut him off coldly. "If it was just coincidence, you wouldn't have shot at me the moment you saw me."

Galina stepped forward. The man shrieked in panic, but her boot silenced him. Bone cracked. His screams shook the rest.

Jiang Hai moved down the line. Each interrogation broke them faster than the last. Soon, the truth spilled out: Tarak's kidnapping hadn't been directly ordered by Izo, but once he learned, he intended to use her to bait Jiang Hai into a trap—then kill him.

With Tarak's help, Jiang Hai bound the men tightly with the same ropes they'd used on her. Then he called Doyle George.

Doyle, now a Boston detective thanks to both merit and family ties, still maintained a strong friendship with Jiang Hai. He wasted no time. Before Chelsea's local police could intervene, Doyle's units swept in, seizing the twelve men and escorting Jiang Hai, Tarak, and Xia Yuan back to Boston.

The thugs were hospitalized, under heavy guard. Jiang Hai sat comfortably in Doyle's office, sipping coffee and eating bread while chatting with the two women. He knew he owed Xia Yuan—without her warning, the fight could've ended very differently.

Meanwhile, across Boston, Christian Edis rushed into a hospital, frantic over his son. But the state police barred his way—orders from above.

Evidence was irrefutable. Jiang Hai's Glass had recorded everything: kidnapping, attempted murder, even Izo's own words. Not even powerful backers like Chavez Patran, the old Massachusetts Democratic Party leader, could shield Christian's son now.

As night fell, Doyle returned to his office, exhausted.

"Today was a mess," he muttered, shaking his head at Jiang Hai's relaxed laughter with the two women. Dropping into his chair, he warned, "It's settled for now. But be careful. Christian Edis won't give up so easily."

"I know," Jiang Hai said with a smile. "Thanks again, Doyle. Come to the manor sometime. I've got plenty of beef and fish waiting."

Doyle chuckled. "Is that a bribe?"

Jiang Hai shrugged. "Call it whatever you like. Just don't leave hungry."

Both men laughed—though they knew the storm was far from over.

To be continued.

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