Chapter 61 Dislocation

Chapter 61: A Sense of Dislocation

But he didn't want to go to another world; he wanted to stay here...

Kahn's eyes darted wildly beneath his eyelids, as if caught in a nightmare. He finally jolted awake, and before he could even catch his breath, he looked up to a completely unfamiliar ceiling. His light blue pupils constricted. He instinctively tried to sit up, only to collapse weakly back onto the bed the next moment.

Years of laboratory life had made him acutely aware that he had been drugged.

Though the drug had sapped his strength, it hadn't clouded his mind. Kahn steadied himself and assessed the situation. Based on his current state and surroundings, he deduced that he wasn't in immediate danger. Moreover, due to years of exposure to various medications, his body had developed a strong resistance. A few minutes of rest would be enough for him to regain his strength.

With that in mind, Kahn adjusted his breathing and began recalling the events before he lost consciousness. After breakfast that morning, he had gone back to bed to sleep—no, he had fallen asleep at the table! He remembered drinking a few sips of milk and feeling increasingly drowsy, his eyelids growing heavier until he eventually passed out at the table without even finishing his bread.

Now it dawned on him—it wasn't fatigue but the carton of milk that was to blame. Someone had drugged it.

A storm of shock and fury raged within Kahn. How dare someone in the base kidnap him so brazenly?

After he lost consciousness, someone must have moved him here. The interior decor didn't resemble Zone C or Zone D; it was more like Zone A, which Chen Yi had mentioned had a golf course.

Moving from Zone C to Zone A involved a great deal of effort and coordination, and his information was clearly recorded in the computer files. The fact that the perpetrator acted so fearlessly suggested formidable backing.

After calmly analyzing the situation, Kahn couldn't help but feel frustrated. Everyone had repeatedly warned them to stay vigilant and protect themselves, even within the base. Yet, he had let his guard down in this seemingly safe and comfortable environment, only to fall into a trap so easily.

But there was no time for regret. As soon as Kahn felt the weakness in his body fade, he sat up, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. He tiptoed barefoot to the door and pressed his ear to it to listen for any sounds outside.

Whether there was truly no one outside or the door was soundproof, he heard nothing suspicious. After a moment’s thought, Kahn turned his gaze to the window nearby. Exiting through the door was too risky—he might as well take a chance and jump from the window.

Kahn crept quietly to the window and glanced outside. Second floor—not too high, a perfect opportunity to test the results of his recent "swinging" practice.

The sky outside was already pitch-dark. Without a communicator to check the time, Kahn could only guess from the darkness that it was late, which made him anxious.

He pushed aside his scattered thoughts, swung his long legs over the windowsill, and crouched there. After gauging the distance, he decisively let go and leaped down, his movements as light and agile as a nimble black cat.

His elbows hit the ground first, scraping away a large patch of skin and leaving a bloody smear. His curled body rolled forward twice before coming to a steady stop not far away.

Without pausing to check his injuries, Kahn scrambled to his feet and sprinted off without a sound. But no matter how quietly he moved, the noise of his jump had already attracted attention.

He hadn’t gone far before five burly men surrounded him. Kahn pushed back his sweat-damp hair and calmly assessed his opponents, arriving at a disheartening conclusion: he stood almost no chance.

Not only were they outnumbered, but he was also physically outmatched.

Kahn quickly evaluated the situation and chose not to resist. “Let’s go,” he said.

Seeing that Kahn offered no resistance, the leader of the men jerked his chin and said, “This way.”

Kahn compliantly followed them, his eyes fixed on the handgun holstered at the lead man’s waist.

He remembered that firearms were prohibited here. Only special personnel were allowed to carry guns—ordinary people were not. How did these men get their hands on one?

But for now, where the gun came from didn’t matter to Kahn...

As they passed the entrance, the seemingly compliant Kahn suddenly sprang into action. His hand shot out like a blade toward the kidnapper’s waist, grabbing the cold metal object and twisting his wrist to secure his grip.

He quickly raised the gun, aiming the dark muzzle at the leader.

The men seemed taken aback by Kahn’s audacity to seize the weapon. After a moment of stunned silence, they uniformly drew their own guns from their waists, training their guns on the trapped Kahn.

The leader said with no expression, “Put the gun down.”

Kahn pressed the gun almost against the man’s forehead. “Let me go.”

“No chance.”

Kahn raised his voice. “Then I’ll shoot!”

The man’s lips twitched slightly, as if he’d heard something absurd. “Do you even know how?” he asked mockingly.

Without another word, Kahn clicked off the safety, pulled the trigger, and fired a shot into the air, demonstrating exactly whether he knew how to use a gun.

But unfortunately, it was a fake.

Kahn had anticipated this. While the men were still stunned by his actions, he shoved the nearest man aside and bolted.

As he ran, he shouted, “Help! Help!” He had no time to consider whether his cries would attract enemies or allies—he only knew he couldn’t stop.

“Shit!”

“Get him!” the leader roared. He had known the gun was fake, which was why he hadn’t taken Kahn’s threat seriously. But when Kahn fired with such cool precision, he had been momentarily stunned, as if bewitched—the confident demeanor and composure made it seem as though the gun were loaded.

Kahn’s bare feet were torn and bleeding from the rough gravel as he ran. His recently sprained ankle throbbed with pain from the exertion, but he couldn’t stop. If he did, he would be captured again.

He absolutely could not be caught again...

But his pursuers were closing in, their heavy breaths hot on the back of his neck. The hair on his neck stood up, and Kahn’s heart hammered as if it would burst.

He was about to be caught...

The scene felt eerily familiar. Kahn’s mind began to wander—would that purple ring of light appear again like last time? If it did, should he jump? If he didn’t, he’d be captured. If he did, would he leave this world?

But he didn’t want to go to another world; he wanted to stay here.

One of the men behind him grabbed his collar. Kahn’s neck was jerked backward, cutting off his breath. Black spots swam before his eyes.

He closed his eyes in despair, but suddenly, the choking sensation vanished. Instead, he heard cries of pain and the thud of brutal impacts.

When he reopened his eyes, he saw Bai Suizhi.

The usually unflappable man now wore a face as dark as the night sky above. In his right hand, he brandished a thick wooden stick picked up from the ground, swinging it fiercely against the attackers.

Kahn stared dazedly at him, overwhelmed by a profound sense of disorientation.

He had caught him again.

Despite Bai Suizhi’s ferocious efforts, he was outnumbered by five well-trained men and soon found himself at a disadvantage, with injuries marking his face. Snapping back to reality, Kahn charged into the fray without hesitation. Just like old times, he and Bai Suizhi stood back-to-back, forming an inseparable defensive circle.

They worked in perfect sync: one used the short stick to block attacks from the front, while the other kept watch on the flanks, swiftly kicking back anyone trying to flank them. They held their ground, attacking and defending in sync, managing to hold their own against the five men.

But the balance soon shattered. More people emerged from the villa, armed with various weapons, clearly intent on silencing them permanently.

“That guy looks like he’s from Zone A...”

“Damn it! Who cares where he’s from? If this gets out, we’re all screwed. Let’s take them down!”

“Go!”

A baseball bat connected with Bai Suizhi’s abdomen. He spat out a mouthful of blood and blocked a punch aimed at Kahn from the side. Pale-faced, he muttered under his breath, “Lin Xue, if you don’t get here soon, you’ll be collecting our bodies...”

Speak of the devil, a wall of water materialized out of nowhere, shielding Kahn and Bai Suizhi. A clear female voice followed: “Bai Suizhi! Kahn! Are you okay?!”

Bai Suizhi chuckled weakly. “If I’d known you responded to voice commands, I’d have called for you sooner.” Relieved to see he could still joke, Lin Xue turned her stern gaze to the five men. “Who gave you the audacity to throw your weight around here?”

The other five men were too stunned to speak for a long time.

Lin Xue didn't bother with them any further and personally escorted them away.

After securing them in the vehicle, Lin Xue turned back to explain to the two men, "Captain Shi has taken the team out on a mission, so there aren’t many people at the bureau. As soon as I received your call, I immediately sent people over, but someone held up my approval process. Seeing that time was running out, I came over myself." Even though she rushed, the two still got hurt.

Her expression turned grave. "I will thoroughly investigate this matter when I return and give you a proper explanation."

A little boy suddenly darted out from the bushes. Kahn looked at him with great surprise. "Mo Mo?"

Mo Mo also called out, "Brother Kahn!"

Bai Suizhi hadn’t expected the two to know each other, but there were more pressing matters at hand than catching up. He pushed the little boy toward Lin Xue and said, "This boy’s older brother went missing in Zone C some time ago and still hasn’t been found. According to him, quite a few people have gone missing in Zone C."

Lin Xue’s expression grew even more serious. She spoke to the little boy, "Hello, Mo Mo, that’s your name, right? Come with me, and I’ll help you find your brother, okay?"

Mo Mo glanced at Kahn, then at Bai Suizhi. They both gave him a slight nod, and Mo Mo replied firmly, "Okay!"

Bai Suizhi said, "We’ll leave him in your care then. He probably knows a lot of information, so please be patient when questioning him."

Lin Xue nodded to them. Just then, the medical vehicle arrived. She said, "You two go get your wounds treated first. I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything."

Bai Suizhi and Kahn replied, "Okay."