Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 75

Outside the window, dark clouds gathered, and a strange, ominous wind whipped up, creating an unsettling atmosphere.

Zanda’s rugged face was stained with the enemy’s blood, making him look like a bloodthirsty wolf. He was seeing red.

The musty space was instantly filled with a sweet, metallic scent of blood. The sturdy figure shed his coat, grasping a man’s neck with his bare hands, and with a slight squeeze, the man took his last breath.

The men in black lying on the ground were horribly mutilated by dagger thrusts, the scene a chaotic mess.

No one knew how this man had managed to escape the intricately linked traps.

The place was not safe for lingering. Zanda easily forced his way out of the iron door and followed the sounds to the small room where Joanna Powell was being held.

“Miss Powell.”

Joanna Powell was having an episode. Due to the lack of medication, she was slumped on the cold, damp stone floor. Her already fair complexion now looked sickly and frail, giving the illusion of a dying pallor.

Hearing Zanda’s soft call, Joanna Powell slightly opened her eyes, trying to stand up, but her limbs were weak and useless. She struggled in vain for a long time, only managing to crawl slowly towards the door in a distressed manner.

Joanna Powell’s head rested firmly against the corner of the door. She used the last of her strength to grip Zanda’s trouser leg, as if grasping a lifeline, feeling a sense of safety: “Zanda…”

Zanda could not bear to see the noble Miss Powell in such a state. He clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring with rage, and swore in a low voice: “Jodie… I will personally slaughter him.”

“Don’t go…” Joanna Powell struggled to speak, trying to stop him. Zanda didn’t dare use force, he could only gently pull her hand away and softly comfort her: “Don’t worry, I will sort everything out. Please endure staying here a little longer, Miss.”

“Don’t force your way in… I don’t want any of you to get hurt.”

Joanna Powell’s eyes turned slightly red. She didn’t want to implicate Zanda. She even regretted the decision to bring him to the manor with her.

Bullets have no eyes, and Zanda, as an excellent and loyal mercenary, had long since accepted the risk of death. He slowly stood up and stepped back. His solid figure gradually faded into the darkness: “Miss, protecting you is our duty. I will not allow anyone to slander, violate, or harm you.”

“Come back! Zanda… I beg you… come back… don’t go, you mustn’t go!”

Joanna Powell’s tragic screams echoed through the corridor. She dared not imagine the terrible consequences, only praying and wailing repeatedly, yet she could not shake Zanda’s resolve to kill Jodie.

Jodie had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a tablet computer. The connected surveillance footage was very clear, showing Zanda leaving the dungeon and every location he moved to in a split screen.

Zanda was also smart. He walked up to one of the cameras, stared up at it for a moment, then casually picked up something and threw it forcefully, shattering it. Every camera along his path met the same fate.

Watching the screen gradually go black, Jodie did not show panic. Instead, he calmly lit a cigar and started smoking.

Soon, someone walked in, leaning down to whisper to him. It had taken this long for them to report Zanda’s escape.

Joe di, without changing his expression, brought the tablet down hard on the subordinate’s face. The force was so great that the tablet shattered, and blood spilled from the subordinate’s mouth.

Taking a puff of his cigar, he cursed coldly: “A bunch of useless trash.”

With that, he turned and strode quickly towards the main hall. Joe di stretched his neck, his joints cracking. He walked directly to the fireplace, where a shotgun was mounted on the wall. He took it down without hesitation, gripping it tightly.

He walked over and sat down on the sofa, the cigar smoke curling around his mouth. His arrogant and relaxed demeanor was quite repulsive.

Joe di took out the Bible he carried with him. While clutching his cross pendant, he recited a prayer: “My beloved God, pain has been with me all my life, a test to cleanse the soul. At sunset, I pray that you bestow your love upon me. Amen…”

Zanda was not a brainless hothead. After destroying the cameras along the way, creating a small area of surveillance blind spots, he climbed the exterior wall and found a concealed, elevated vantage point.

He formulated an action plan in his mind, but after much thought, there was no path that guaranteed a living exit. Zanda chose the most conservative approach: a disguise.

He would wait until nightfall for a better opportunity to act. Once he caught a subordinate and changed clothes with him, his movement would naturally be easier.

“I mean… rushing into the manor so brazenly, how is that any different from walking straight into the line of fire?”

Qu Ye kept muttering from the passenger seat. Ji Nancen’s ears were ringing. She impatiently dug into her ear: “Why are you so verbose for a big man? I told you not to be scared.”

“I only have one life, I wouldn’t dare play like this with you!”

“Tsk. This car belongs to Jodie, right? And these clothes we’re wearing belong to Jodie, too, right? The pass is on the dashboard. Either we walk in with swagger, or we fight our way in. Happy choice number one or two.”

Ji Nancen was quite the risk-taker, but she deliberately drove slowly, seemingly sharing Zanda’s thoughts: waiting for night to fall.

Qu Ye felt like he had been railroaded into this. He turned his head away and sulked, cursing under his breath.

Seeing a snack stall, Ji Nancen slammed on the brakes: “Let’s grab something to eat first.”

“At a time like this, you still have an appetite?”

Ji Nancen took out some change, smiling cheerfully: “Waffles. I love them… We need enough carbs and sugar. If there’s a big move tonight, we won’t go hungry.”

He had a point. Qu Ye eagerly got out of the car: “Get me one too!”

The two of them stood by the roadside, each holding a large waffle generously topped with real ingredients, and started eating.

Qu Ye thought it tasted good, taking a huge bite that finished half of it: “Not bad! This is tasty.”

Ji Nancen watched the busy traffic and started making small talk: “What are your plans after rescuing your boss?”

“Me? Of course, I’ll continue following Miss Powell.”

“That’s boring,” Ji Nancen teased, taking a delighted bite of her waffle.

“It is interesting. Sometimes I have a feeling that Zanda is the elder brother, Chu Xi is the second sister, and Miss Powell is our matriarch. We’ve somehow formed a family, and it seems everyone enjoys this atmosphere.”

“Family…” Ji Nancen murmured. As an orphan, the word was very unfamiliar to her. She laughed suddenly while eating the waffle: “Having bonds is a kind of happiness. That’s good.”

“We aren’t blindly loyal. Saving Miss Powell is saving ourselves. No one wants this harmony to be broken, so Jodie must die.”

“Let’s go. Continue on our way to save your big family.” Ji Nancen crumpled the bag into a ball and tossed it into a distant trash can. She raised an eyebrow and whistled: “Bullseye. Luck is on my side…”

Zanda remained in the concealed corner, where he could observe people moving in the corridor below but was difficult to spot.

He squatted in the corner, his knees drawn up, intently admiring the twilight that Miss Powell loved most.

In his memory, the Miss always mentioned the golden glow of the dawn sky, saying it was the most beautiful sunset of her life.

Amidst his momentary reflection, the last ray of the setting sun was finally swallowed by the darkness.

Zanda leaned over to look down the corridor, scoping out a man suitable for his physique among the passing men in black.

Finally catching one, he ripped off his T-shirt and soared down from above, instantly kicking the man over. The man tried to call out to his comrades, but Zanda gave him no chance.

The dagger in his hand slit the man’s throat. To prevent blood from staining the uniform shirt, he wrapped his T-shirt around the man’s neck and swiftly dragged the body behind a nearby plant.

The swapped suit fit reasonably well. He put on the sunglasses, which weren’t of much use but still covered the lower half of his face.

Without delay, Zanda walked through the corridor and ran into a patrol team. He casually followed behind them, easily blending in.

The end of the corridor led to the main hall’s front door. Unable to find a reason to infiltrate, Zanda could only quickly scan the area from outside.

Seeing Jodie’s back, he felt a sense of certainty and confirmed that Jodie was alone in the hall. This was the perfect opportunity for revenge.

Silently separating himself from the patrol team, Zanda disappeared into a corner. The progress was what could be described as seamless.

Suddenly, a distressing sound of dogs barking came from nearby. It turned out that Jodie let his pack of beloved dogs roam the manor at night.

Zanda frowned slightly. By rights, Jodie’s men should have been frantically searching for him after realizing he was gone. Why did everyone look as if nothing had happened?

After a moment of thought, he began to question his actions. He also raised his hand to sniff the clothing. He hoped there was no unfamiliar scent on him. These well-trained Dobermans were too vigilant.

Gripping the dagger tightly, Zanda mentally calculated the steps needed to sneak into the hall and reach Joe di. Just one stab, and that bastard would be dead.

Holding his breath, Zanda moved so fast he was a blur. He dashed across the floor and behind the sofa, wrapping his sturdy arm firmly around Jodie’s neck, the dagger pressed against his Adam’s apple.

But before he could even speak, the muzzle of a shotgun was pressed against Zanda’s forehead. The person sitting on the sofa was not the real Jodie, but a disguised subordinate.

“It’s an insult to me that you fall for such a simple trick.” Joe di reclined on the floor. Zanda had overlooked him because the subordinate’s back blocked his view.

“I always heard Powell had a capable mercenary by her side. Judging by this, you’re not much,” Jodie slowly stood up, not forgetting to continue mocking him.

Zanda’s eyes were murderous. He glared at Jodie, slowly raising his hands in surrender, while ensuring the dagger landed precisely on the edge of the sofa cushion, ready to be quickly retrieved.

” Joe di, I just want to rescue Miss Powell.” Zanda offered an excuse to buy time, looking for an opportunity to escape.

Joe di pursed his lips and shook his head: “Just? Shouldn’t it be purely to kill me?”

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