Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2138 - 2201: Why Should I Save Them
Finally finding some free time, Li Yifei took out his phone and saw countless people mentioning him on Twitter. He looked at a few posts; they were all seeking verification. Li Yifei glared at the woman who had posted about him and sent out a tweet saying, "I just happened to be caught up in this mess, basically a victim by chance. But I’m safe for now, though I estimate we’ll be trapped for quite a while because the efficiency of the Egyptian police is truly pathetic."
This tweet was quickly forwarded by countless fans, even the women of the Li family back home were aware of the situation. Even Ye Yunzhu, who had just finished a meeting, was approached by her secretary, who showed her the phone and quietly informed her of the news. After reading the tweet, Ye Yunzhu couldn’t help but mutter that there’s really no privacy once you’re famous!
Li Yifei and his companions were too optimistic. It’s not just that the Egyptian police are inefficient; they might as well be completely ineffective. They’ve launched several attacks without success, despite Li Yifei having eliminated eight people and Wu Shuwei and others having captured two, significantly reducing the number of hostages. Even so, the police couldn’t break in, organizing multiple attacks that all ended in failure, even losing many people.
In terms of efficiency, they may not be much better than the Philippines, though this also relates to their concerns about the hostages, preventing an all-out assault.
Compared to those hostages, Li Yifei and his group were a lot more comfortable. The bathroom was relatively clean, and Li Yifei went out twice more to gather food. In such circumstances, there’s no need to worry about too much, so long as he doesn’t make noise or attract the attention of the bandits outside, it didn’t matter.
However, this situation wouldn’t last long. Losing almost ten bandits was bound to attract attention, but since ten people had disappeared, they didn’t dare send several more out to search. Through monitoring, they discovered Li Yifei and also noticed the peculiarities of the bathroom; people went in but never came out.
So, when negotiations with the police reached a deadlock, the leader of the bandits decided to check out the bathroom, wondering how his men had been inexplicably taken out?
Minutes later, Li Yifei heard footsteps and signaled everyone to be quiet, followed by the sound of rustling outside. Thud, thud, thud, a shadow was thrown inside. Those who saw it clearly were immediately terrified, and Li Yifei’s heart tightened. But he was better off than the others: while they were running backward, Li Yifei, with a push of his hands, darted forward with incredible speed.
"Watch out!" Wu Shuwei was pulled back by someone, seeing Li Yifei rush forward. Her heart immediately seized, but then she saw Li Yifei lunge several meters away, sweeping a leg to kick the grenade away.
Unfortunately, it was still a bit slow; a few meters out, the grenade exploded. Li Yifei managed only to drop to the ground, protecting his head, as the violent blast flung him, crashing him into the bathroom wall.
After the rumbling sound, smoke rose. Li Yifei barely had time to check if he was injured because he heard another grenade being thrown in from outside. They didn’t intend to come in; they were simply trying to use grenades to kill everyone inside.
If he was going to protect them, Li Yifei had to commit completely. With a push off the wall, he pulled off his jacket, swung it in a half-circle in the air, wrapped the grenade, and let it go, sending it flying back in the direction it came from.
Bang, a violent explosion echoed as the group outside scattered, accompanied by cries. They clearly hadn’t expected the grenade to bounce back, killing one on the spot. The leader was extremely embarrassed, rolled on the ground a few times, and was about to curse when a figure shot out from inside. It was the man who had killed several of his men, and he was so frightened he scrambled away, shouting, "Kill him, kill him!"
Li Yifei was about to chase but saw someone appear diagonally ahead, pointing a gun at him. Li Yifei quickly pivoted, stopped abruptly, twisted his body, and swiftly retreated back. Dodging in an S-pattern, the opponent fired more than ten shots but didn’t hit Li Yifei, didn’t even come close. Li Yifei was moving so quickly that by the time he made his next move, the opponent was just reacting.
In short, after a few dodges, Li Yifei reached the opponent, extended a large hand, and directly grabbed the opponent’s gun. With a squeeze, the gun was already in Li Yifei’s hand, two shots fired, and the person was sent to meet Allah.
Another person saw this, so scared, almost calling for his mom, fled for his life.
Li Yifei didn’t chase them outside; if this were happening in China and he chanced upon it, he would have rushed in without hesitation to eliminate those people, ensuring not a single fellow citizen was harmed; this is what he should do. But unfortunately, this was Egypt; Li Yifei wasn’t an internationalist superman. Even heroes like Superman or Batman usually like saving people from their own countries more.
If he did everything, then what use would the Egyptian police have? By now Li Yifei had already helped solve half of the hostage-takers, chasing people away, Li Yifei spoke through sound transmission, "Don’t bother me. I’m not interested in handling your affairs. But if you dare harm a Huaxia person, I’ll kill ten of yours! Let’s see how many you have to die."
This threat was effective; for hours afterward the other party didn’t dare to disturb Li Yifei and his group. In fact, not only that, but they sent over two Huaxia hostages from the group, seeing which even Li Yifei laughed, shook his head, glanced at Wu Shuwei and the others, went over to receive the hostages, and of course checked them out, ensuring they were indeed hostages, without any bugging devices.
"Thank you, comrade veteran, those bandits have started killing hostages, threatening the Egyptian government to release their leader. If it weren’t for you stepping up, we would have possibly been dragged out and killed." One of the male hostages excitedly held Li Yifei’s hand in gratitude.
The other female was nodding repeatedly. Both were travelers visiting Egypt, exploring the world, who knew they’d be unlucky today, detained right after arriving at the airport, and they were caught next to the bandits without a chance to run. They imagined they’d likely perish, spent hours suffering, and were suddenly dragged out, with the bandit leader targeted by Li Yifei feeling incredibly unlucky to have them taken away.
Li Yifei chuckled upon hearing this, and said, "Eat something, rest up. Since these guys are willing to release hostages, I won’t bother them anymore!"
"Why? Comrade veteran, you could kill all the bandits and save everyone!" said a woman named Xiang Shixu, blinking. Li Yifei recognized her identity as a recent graduate majoring in Chinese Language and Literature, interning at a Confucius Institute in Egypt. Her internship was over, ready to return home, as was the Korean woman, but they ran into this incident.
"I can save them, but why would I?" Li Yifei replied with a blank expression.
"But... those are lives," Xiang Shixu asked quizzically.
Li Yifei laughed coldly, looking at the baby-faced young woman, and shook his head, "I’m not a savior, nor a superman. In fact, if you go by online classifications, I’m not just an Angry Youth, but also a racist. You must understand, I’m a soldier, tasked with defending my country, fighting bad people, battling soldiers from other countries. Are they bad? No, but I must kill them. I don’t even hate them; I just must do it because if I don’t kill them, I’ll be the one who dies. And now it’s the same. I saved you because you’re my fellow citizen; I can’t watch you face danger or I’d feel terrible. But those other people aren’t my compatriots, so what does it matter to me."
These words left Xiang Shixu staring blankly, too disoriented. Were things really like this? Weren’t soldiers supposed to be quite loving? Could a veteran really be a racist? But those are lives! You clearly have the power to save them, yet you don’t, this...
This conversation didn’t continue, and Li Yifei was too lazy to explain further. He glanced at the others, noticing that perhaps some had the same questions, though none voiced them.
Wu Shuwei had known of his temperament for a while; back in Dubai, he had fully demonstrated it—cold-blooded and indifferent. Those he cares for would find him very warm, but those he doesn’t care about can feel an overwhelming coldness going deep into their bones.
Those outside were whom Li Yifei didn’t care about; he had no need to risk himself for them. Another reason Li Yifei didn’t explain was that the hostage-takers were willing to hand over the Huaxia hostages because they were telling him, "You’re tough, we can’t afford to provoke you. Here’s your people back, but let’s not interfere with each other. We’ll go about our business, accomplish our goals, and you take your people; no interference."
If Li Yifei rushed out then, killing people, he’d likely be deeply resented by those people. Even if he didn’t manage to end them, they might start a massacre of the more than a hundred hostages before Li Yifei deals with them.
In short, Li Yifei had no need to explain such things to them. Those who understand will understand, and those who don’t don’t need the explanation; even a clear explanation won’t necessarily lead to understanding.
Seeing Xiang Shixu’s changing expression, Li Yifei suddenly thought of a term, a popular buzzword online, called ’Network Saintly Bitch,’ referring to some who have lived peaceful lives too long, or say, a new generation of Huaxia people who haven’t experienced days of catastrophe, easily becoming saintly, berating others for eating dog meat, cat meat, any animals they like, or cursing what they disapprove of.
Even demanding donations, Li Yifei received several private messages over several days, hoping he would donate to those people, with amounts starting in the hundreds of thousands or millions.
