Mercenary's War-Chapter 2142 - 2119: Left Hand and Right Hand

While Gao Yang was suffering in the torture chamber, Number Thirteen was not idle.

As he waited for Gao Yang to negotiate or attend a banquet, a sudden group of armed men pointed their guns at him. Number Thirteen showed no intense reaction, obediently raised his hands, and let them twist his arms behind his back and handcuff him. He even prompted Yake and Rafael to abandon their resistance.

Yake was utterly astonished, Rafael extremely shocked, but only Number Thirteen appeared terribly anxious and frightened.

Anyone who knew Number Thirteen understood that all his expressions were mere pretense. So Rafael immediately chose to follow Number Thirteen’s decision, surrendering without resistance. Yake was still extremely astonished and angry, but facing over a dozen dark gun barrels, he too opted for a bound outcome.

When they were brought into a room that was obviously a trap and surrounded by a dozen submachine guns front and back, no matter how capable or quick, one couldn’t escape the fate of being riddled with bullets, because these people were arranged by Mario. They certainly weren’t fools who didn’t know how to fire a gun.

Then, Number Thirteen and his two companions were taken to a room, their hands cuffed behind the back of a tall and hefty oak dining chair, and their feet chained to the crossbar of the chair legs.

Mario’s men were professional and meticulous in handcuffing. Although the chair was wooden, human strength absolutely couldn’t break it. Furthermore, those bastards stripped Yake and the other two of all their clothing, leaving them not even a pair of socks.

This is a level of humiliating treatment Rafael had never suffered in his lifetime, stripped and cuffed on a chair with legs spread apart. It was both infuriating and utterly disgraceful, with the shame being far greater than the anger.

With not even a scrap of fabric on their bodies, there was naturally no way to hide anything else. In fact, Mario’s men did find quite a few small items on Number Thirteen and Yake, including steel wires as practical tools for unlocking. They even specially humiliated Number Thirteen by showcasing them after finding them in his clothes.

Now Rafael truly held no fantasies. He initially hoped Number Thirteen had some last-ditch means for salvation, always thinking Number Thirteen was rather miraculous, but now it seemed even miracles would be useless.

Completely bare, locked in a chair unable to move, what could be done? Moreover, there were two people with guns continually watching them.

In other words, locked naked, with steel handcuffs in the chair, and two people constantly staring, even an immortal would have no way out.

Yet Rafael was astonished to find, Number Thirteen’s hands were constantly moving.

All three faced the guards, but when they were placed, it was very casual, so their positions were irregular. Number Thirteen and Yake were slightly forward, Rafael’s position was slightly backward, therefore Rafael could see Number Thirteen’s hands constantly moving.

When locked in the room, Number Thirteen did not move, but when others left, understandably, watching three naked men wasn’t a very pleasant affair, so when they left only two guards, the rest departed, Number Thirteen’s hands began to move.

Number Thirteen’s right hand kept pinching his left hand, noticing this movement, Rafael quickly averted his gaze.

The movements of Number Thirteen’s hand continued for a long time. After a while, when Rafael glanced subtly at Number Thirteen, he noticed his hand was still moving.

A little while later, Rafael was extremely thrilled to discover Number Thirteen suddenly emitted a short, faint cough, but right next to Number Thirteen, he heard a soft click.

The sound was extremely subtle, and then Rafael saw Number Thirteen grab the handcuff on his left hand with his right hand and slowly slip the handcuff off as if removing a bracelet.

It was impossible for the handcuff to be removed like a bracelet, but Number Thirteen’s left hand appeared boneless as it slowly squeezed, and the handcuff quickly and completely slipped off Number Thirteen’s left hand.

Number Thirteen dislocated the joint of his left hand; Rafael didn’t know how he did it, but he knew it must be painful.

If it were a normal hand, it couldn’t slip out of the handcuff, but if the joint was entirely loose, it could.

Number Thirteen gripped the handcuff with his right hand and slowly lowered the now ineffective handcuff.

Lowering slowly was to prevent making any sound.

Rafael’s heart began to race, knowing Number Thirteen was finally going to act. Afraid his movements might draw the guards’ attention, he again shifted his gaze elsewhere, and after waiting a while, noticing the guards weren’t looking in his direction, he couldn’t help but sneak another glance at Number Thirteen.

Number Thirteen was still fiddling with his left hand; Rafael quickly understood he was resetting the joint in his left hand. Soon, Number Thirteen let out another soft cough, then a series of coughs.

The coughing was to disguise the sound of the handcuff, as when his left hand moved, he clamped the loosened handcuff onto his right hand. Just like wearing two bracelets, the coughing cleverly masked the clinking when the handcuff closed.

Number Thirteen always paid close attention to all details.

Finally, Number Thirteen completed all preparations, Rafael was extremely excited but knew he couldn’t help. So he redirected his gaze elsewhere rather than dumbly staring at Number Thirteen.

Number Thirteen suddenly held his breath.

After waiting over two minutes, Number Thirteen’s face turned extremely red.

Anyone holding their breath too long turns red, and once his face was red, Number Thirteen suddenly began breathing rapidly, his gasps increasingly loud until they finally caught the guards’ attention.

"What’s wrong?"

Number Thirteen didn’t respond, merely opened his mouth wide, panting urgently and struggling. A guard quickly approached the front of Number Thirteen; just then, Number Thirteen’s hands, kept behind him, suddenly swung swiftly, one hand grasping the guard’s gun, the other hitting the guard’s throat, subsequently twisting the guard’s gun and pulling the trigger.

The guard’s gun was already loaded, but as the unmoving guard stood, Number Thirteen had already fired using the subdued guard’s gun.

Bang, bang, bang, three gunshots rang out, Number Thirteen decisively killed the two guards, then rapidly seized the gun, firing at the chains on his feet, breaking the chains on both handcuffs, and he immediately stood up.

Without looking at Yake and Rafael, Number Thirteen turned and dashed towards the window, grabbing a large vase on the table and hurling it at the window. As the glass shattered, Number Thirteen leapt out like a monkey.