In the back of the factory, three shiny bulletproof off-road vehicles stand side by side, and the monitoring screen installed inside each vehicle faithfully reflected the scene in the corridor outside—two police action teams were rushing toward them at a fast pace and would soon arrive at the door.
At the same time, A-Jie's final countdown was coming from the car's Bluetooth: "Three—two—"
"One."
The driver held his breath, but there was only silence behind him.
"..." The driver was stunned and couldn't help asking: "Boss?"
The cold eyes of the King of Spades were reflected in the rearview mirror: "No hurry; wait for another two minutes."
But was it possible to wait? Line 2 didn't explode as planned; don't mention two minutes, even a few seconds of delay, and the SWAT would rush to the back!
The driver panicked and subconsciously wanted to ask the boss if he could detonate Line 2 himself immediately, but at this moment—bang!
The closed back door of the factory was kicked away, and a flood of SWAT officers swarmed in: "Who?" "Get out of the car; don't move!" "Police!"
"F*ck!" The driver cursed.
The left and right car windows were lowered, and all the henchmen pulled out their submachine guns without hesitation. In less than a blink of an eye, the SWAT also opened fire at the same time, and the entire back factory fell into a fierce gun battle!
Warehouse.
"Command center! Command center! Three vehicles belonging to criminals were found at the scene. They were resisting arrest with guns. They are shooting! They are shooting!!"
Da-da-da-da, the rapid firing sound of submachine guns, came from the communicator. Kang Shuqiang shouted in a deep voice: "Hold on! Team A rushed to support immediately!"
"No, it didn't explode…" At the same time, the SWAT officers around him made a trembling sound, which then turned into shouts one after another: "It didn't explode!" "It didn't explode!!" "Hurry up and get someone to dismantle the bomb!"
Although most people thought that even if the King of Spades wanted to blow it up, he would not do it after the buyer entered the transaction site, and also because he himself would not be able to run away once the big fire was triggered. However, in view of his previous record in the plastic factory explosion three years ago, Chief Lu insisted that the operation team be equipped with special bomb disposal personnel in case he went crazy and would rather risk his own life to repeat the same scene as that time.
Several SWAT officers rushed forward with the bomb disposal personnel, but before they got close, Kang Shuqiang pressed the headset with one hand and gestured for them to retreat with the other, and at the same time, he pushed Old Cai to the vice captain: "There's no time for the co-frequency bomb! A phone call is enough to make it explode!! The anti-explosion team will follow me; the rest retreat quickly!!"
Explosion-proof shields stood up quickly, forming a black protective wall with the bomb on Wu Tun's back as the center. The rest of the SWAT team followed the lead of Wang Pengfei and other drug dealers and rushed out of the warehouse in big strides. It was not until the large forces withdrew that Kang Shuqiang was half relieved: "Go! Go! Go! The anti-explosion team, keep up, prepare to diffuse—"
"Bro-Brother Kang," said the SWAT officer beside him tremblingly.
As soon as Kang Shuqiang turned his head, the red light that suddenly went out on the bomb was reflected in his eyes.
"…Quick!" Kang Shuqiang lost his voice: "Hurry up, retreat—"
Two seconds later, boom!!
The old drug lord's body was torn apart and immediately engulfed by the strong light. The anti-explosion police flew out like a kite with a broken string. The high-intensity explosion caused by C4 toppled the roof, and the steel and rubble shot straight into the sky!
The explosion rapidly advanced along all the corridors, all the way to the rear factory building, and the entire ground was shaken violently by the shock wave.
The aluminum alloy materials supporting the wall burst apart, and the hurricane-like air waves even pushed the off-road vehicle forward. The driver almost fell on the front window, but he was fortunately strangled by the safety belt. When he was in shock, he heard his boss say in a smiling voice:
"Look, isn't this an explosion?"
The overwhelming PVC tarpaulin fell down, and it was impossible for the police to retreat, and they lost their firepower in an instant. The three bulletproof vehicles were no longer blocked. They started at the same time, slammed into the outer wall of the factory building, and flew away against the strong wind!
...…
"Reporting to the command center! There was an explosion at the scene, and three suspected main target vehicles escaped! Three suspected main target vehicles escaped!!"
On the satellite monitoring screen of the command vehicle, billowing black smoke covered the sky, and strong light reflected everyone's solemn face.
"F*ck eighteen generations of his ancestors, what is this bastard thinking?!" Chen Chu had never seen a drug dealer like the King of Spades in his life, and he shouted in disbelief: "He used buyers, the factory, and all drugs as bait?! But wasn't he himself on the scene?! Wasn't he afraid that he would be killed too?!"
No one was able to speak—it turned out that he wasn't afraid.
The police couldn't fully understand a cold-blooded, anti-social, powerful, and outright lunatic, especially when the lunatic didn't even care about his own life. But the police must proceed based on the overall situation and seek stability everywhere.
Chief Lu asked on the headset in a deep voice: "C11 observation point, report the situation; where is the main target convoy heading now?"
A position was quickly reported on the communication channel, and everyone looked at the map—Deputy Chief Wei frowned and blurted out: "So this is it! Sure enough, this is the only way for them to go down the mountain. I'll personally bring people there as reinforcements immediately!"
Deputy Chief Wei also threw all caution out the window. At their age, leadership roles shouldn't be taken personally in this kind of high-intensity on-site operation.
"Wait, Old Wei," Captain Yu said suddenly, "hasn't this road already been covered by the whole second investigation team?"
"Yes, so?"
Under the gaze of several eyes, Captain Yu's chest rose and fell slightly, as if she was hesitant about what to say, and she then turned her attention to Chief Lu for consultation.
Deputy Chief Wei was in a hurry, but at this moment he realized something was wrong: "What the hell is going on? Could it be—"
"Just in case," Chief Lu said slowly, "I mean just in case—"
His stubby index finger slid inch by inch on the dark green line representing the mountain road on the map, and he said, "Is it possible that the drug dealers have already set up the third line of explosives at the entrance of the gorge?"
...…
Shh—the motorcycle suddenly stopped. The front of the vehicle rose high and hit the ground again with a bang.
Qin Chuan lifted his helmet, only to see flames soaring into the sky in the factory area in the distance and a large area of the tent collapse, all reflected in his constricted pupils.
Who detonated the second line—the King of Spades himself?
But how is it possible?!
In order to prevent Wang Pengfei from communicating with the outside world, the entire factory building had been shielded from mobile phone signals, and only radio waves in special frequency bands could be accessed within a limited range. That is to say, if the King of Spades wanted to detonate Line 2 himself, he must have a cordless telephone equipped with another co-frequency system, and he must escape from the SWAT encirclement and over the wall to escape from the rear factory; otherwise, it was impossible.
So if it wasn't the King of Spades, who was the person who detonated the second line?
Whoosh—
It was obviously just the slightest movement of the silencer, but Qin Chuan was as if he had eyes behind his back, started the motorcycle in an instant, and then stopped with one long leg on the ground. The bullet gazed at the ground near his feet, splashing sparkling flames!
"It really was you," he said, word for word.
A powerful figure appeared on the cliff in the dark, and the muzzle of the gun was emitting blue smoke—
It was A-Jie.
"I should be the one to say that, right?" A-Jie held a gun in his right hand and a mobile phone in his left hand, staring at Qin Chuan and smiling with an expression like a shark smelling blood: "Or should I say, it really is you?"
Qin Chuan exhaled. The tense muscles in his shoulders and arms seemed to have relaxed, and he asked helplessly, "Can you tell me when the exposure started?"
A-Jie glanced at the time, not in a hurry, and slowly spit out a word: "Gun."
Time was reversed to before the operation began—
"Qin Chuan, did you give him that gun today?"
A-Jie, who heard the question from the phone, was stunned, "Yes, I gave him a submachine gun, what's the matter?"
The King of Spades said leisurely: "But he still has a Type-92 in his hands."
"Type-92? We didn't bring this model here." A-Jie thought for a while and then remembered: "Oh yes, that should be the gun that Yue Guangping from Gongzhou lost back then. I met Qin Chuan one day when I was catching Ace of Clubs in Myanmar, and he suddenly asked me to give this gun back…"
"This fellow may be a traitor."
"What?!"
"You don't have to go to the observation point on the top of the mountain. Go back to the factory immediately and find someone to get a spare common radio-frequency device. If Qin Chuan steps back before the battle, you will detonate the three lines in his place." The King of Spades paused, as if he was a little bit sad: "I thought that after that Yue Guangping died back then, how could this fellow's series of performances deceive the old fox, surnamed Lu… It turned out that it was not a disguise at all but an expression of true feelings. If he didn't bring this gun today, he might not be able to show his flaws, but I guess he thinks it's a fight to the death, so he couldn't help but take a look at it."
"You mean he wants to avenge Yue Guangping?!" A-Jie said in disbelief.
"No, not exactly."
A-Jie was puzzled, and he only heard his big brother jokingly say, "I am more inclined to think that it is revenge for himself or that it is a smart person venting his anger that he was completely fooled…"
"It's a pity; I thought he was the same kind of person as I am." The King of Spades laughed, with undisguised regret in his eyes: "As expected, it is inevitable for the same kind to kill each other."
...…
Qin Chuan rubbed the corner of his forehead vigorously, seemingly helpless and convinced, and said with a smile: "Hey tell me, why does your boss want to sell drugs? Why didn't he become a fortune teller, who is both respected and rich in money? It's a pity that the world of metaphysics has lost a genius!"
A-Jie obviously didn't have his sense of humor: "You think you can go back to the Jianning Municipal Bureau after doing this?"
Qin Chuan lowered his hands while laughing and put them on the handlebars on both sides of the motorcycle. This movement made A-Jie's nerves jump sharply, and he saw the raging flames in the distance reflected on the other party's side, illuminating half of his body as if it was about to burn.
"That period of time is worth remembering, but it is indeed time to end." Qin Chuan regretted, "Your boss is right; I am indeed the same kind of person as him—"
Before he could finish speaking, A-Jie pulled out the silencer, threw it away, and said coldly, "I think your whole life is coming to an end!"
Bang!
Removing the silencer could improve shooting accuracy. The shot hit Qin Chuan's right chest, but there was no blood—he was wearing a bulletproof jacket!
At that moment, the motorcycle suddenly started, and it hit like lightning!
The powerful acceleration of the race-level motorcycle was like a stream of fire passing through the air, and A-Jie couldn't hide or dodge in a hurry. Bang! A shot hit Qin Chuan under the shoulder—bang! Another shot passed close to the neck, and the bullet casings clanged to the ground—
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. The giant steel beast leaped into the air, and the shadow was already approaching A-Jie!
The reaction of any normal person would be to turn around and run away, but it was impossible to run away. The inertial force generated by the locomotive and the driver weighs tons, which was enough to instantly crush the prey into bloody mud.
A-Jie leaned back, his whole body was completely enveloped by the shadow falling from the sky.
Time seemed to be stretched infinitely. Even the fiery air, the distorted firelight, and the gravel swept out by the tires idling rapidly all turned into slow motion in mid-air. In the frozen silence, A-Jie held the gun upward with both hands, aiming the muzzle at a certain place on the locomotive—
Bang bang bang bang bang!!
Several bullets poured out, and the locomotive exploded into flames!
Qin Chuan kicked his feet fiercely, escaped in mid-air, rolled on the spot, got up, and drew his gun. Even if it was slower by a hundredth of a second, it would be too late. The high-speed, spinning locomotive crashed into the mountain wall and exploded into an earth-shattering flame!
A-Jie threw away the empty gun, stepped forward and elbowed Qin Chuan against the rock, and then went to grab the Type-92 in his hand. But Qin Chuan jumped up and kicked forward with both feet. The weight of that kick was not trivial, and A-Jie was kicked back two meters on the spot.
"Bah!" A-Jie dodged behind the rock, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and just as he was about to get up, a bullet shot out several pieces of debris on the top of his head!
This man with the surname Qin did have some tricks and almost tore off his skull. A-Jie pulled out his dagger and leaned out from behind the rock under the cover of night. Sure enough, Qin Chuan pulled the trigger again, and the bullets came after him!
"Don't overestimate yourself." A-Jie uttered a few words coldly and threw the knife with his hands.
Woosh——
The blade swirled in mid-air, and in the next second, Qin Chuan's palm was spattered with blood, and the Type-92 was sent flying!
Bang!
The knife and pistol fell to the ground at the same time. Qin Chuan flew to snatch it, but A-Jie approached as if he could predict the opponent's movement and grabbed him. The two adult men, both over 1.8 meters tall and weighing more than 300 pounds in total, scuffled like two male beasts fighting to the death. They both rolled down a steep slope along the tip of the knife and rubble and slammed into a branch sticking out horizontally!
That impact was simply too terrifying; the bowl-thick branch snapped and hit the two of them head-on and face-to-face. Qin Chuan's half-body was immediately drawn out with countless blood marks as he landed.
Bang! As soon as Qin Chuan tilted his head, an iron fist smashed against the ground beside his face. The strong wind made his eardrums ache. The next second, he caught A-Jie's fist with his palm, grabbed and twisted, and there was a crisp dislocation sound.
A-Jie inhaled hissingly and was kicked out by Qin Chuan on his knees. He took several steps back before he staggered and stood still!
"Who is overestimating himself?" Qin Chuan got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panting and laughing.
From the top of the slope to the bottom of the slope, there were stones all over the ground in the night, all of which were stained with blood stains as they had rolled down, which was shocking at first glance.
But the physical fitness of a professional killer was like that of a monster. A-Jie didn't feel any pain at all. He reset his wrist and stared at Qin Chuan with narrowed eyes. A bloody, cold light shone from the depths of his pupils.
"When Yue Guangping died," he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "did you call him dad?"
Qin Chuan's face remained motionless, but his eyebrows twitched instantly.
"Tell me, he drank the poison handed to him by his own son. How was he feeling before he died? Guilt? Regret? Shock and disbelief?"
A-Jie stared at every subtle expression of Qin Chuan. Slowly moving his neck, shoulders, and muscles inch by inch, his powerful muscles and bones made a crackling sound:
"Or… hate?"
Before the last word landed, he had already lifted his feet and rushed over.
Qin Chuan suddenly came back to his senses, but it was half a second late—A-Jie's cold face was in front of his eyes, and one punch was enough to crack gold and rocks, knocking him backward!
Qin Chuan spat out half a broken tooth, but fortunately he blocked his face out of fighting instinct; otherwise, the lower half of his face would be shattered at this moment. But even so, his eardrums were still buzzing with blood. During the few seconds when he lost the ability to resist, A-Jie grabbed him and bent his knees. The steel-like knees were enough to crush and rupture the internal organs!
"Pfft—"
Qin Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood and then kicked his chest hard, and his body flew out and hit the mountain wall!
"As I said," A-Jie said coldly, "your whole life is coming to an end."
A-Jie walked step by step, grabbed Qin Chuan's hair, and strangled his throat—with his terrifying palm strength, breaking a human's throat bone was no different from cutting off a chicken's neck.
But he didn't expect that Qin Chuan would be more durable than he had imagined. He didn't lose consciousness, but he raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out.
"Or just leaning against you?" A-Jie mocked.
Qin Chuan clenched his teeth.
The silent struggle lasted for a while, and A-Jie moved his fingers forward little by little, and his fingertips had already touched the opponent's neck—
Suddenly, in the distant factory area, a bright signal light came out in the dark.
That was the direction in which the King of Spades team retreated.
...…
Hum——
The headlights illuminated the surrounding night as brightly as day and were clearly visible from a long distance away. The Burmese driver cheered up: "The boss is here!"
Clang! The sound of metal clashing sounded from the back seat, as if something had been unlocked.
The driver turned around and said, "You…"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the cowardly and timid young man leaning toward the front seat; his handsome face was expressionless, and there seemed to be a sharp needle between his knuckles——
His temple felt cold, and the "pointed needle" was pushed into his brain by Jiang Ting's thumb.
"… cluck… cluck…"
The driver's eyes bulged, and there was a sound of mechanical constriction and bleeding from his throat. He collapsed in the driver's seat a few seconds later.
He didn't know until his death that the weapon that killed him was just a sharpened hairpin.
Jiang Tong got out of the car, pulled the driver's body out, and threw it on the ground. Then he found the gun and mobile phone, took off the other man's coat and put it on himself, slammed the door, and started the Jeep.
The mountain road ahead was getting brighter and brighter, and the convoy with their headlights on was coming toward him.
Jiang Ting couldn't stop coughing, and his hands were shaking slightly. After all, he was no longer a healthy and strong person. But he was extremely conscious, and even the wound that King of Spades slashed on the back of his neck only caused a faint pain in the depths of his brain, which did not affect the speed of his thinking or decision-making.
He turned on the car communicator, and the convoy's messy news rang out immediately:
"Brother Jie called back. Prepare to blast…"
"Line 3 is ready, line 3 is ready…"
With a click, Jiang Ting turned off the communicator, took out the driver's cell phone, and pressed a string of numbers.
You must answer. You must answer… Jiang Ting muttered in his heart, and sure enough, the phone was picked up a few seconds later. The background on the other side of the call was messy, and it seemed that someone was shouting: "Is the line connected! Start positioning!"
It was the bald director of the Jianning technical team, surnamed Huang.
In such an emergency, Jiang Ting found that he could still be distracted and understand the other party's every single word.
Immediately, an old man said in a deep voice, "Hello?"
"…Chief Lu," Jiang Ting hoarsely said, "I've been exposed."
"!!" Chief Lu immediately asked, "Where are you?! Tell us your location quickly! Don't be afraid. Someone has been sent to rescue you; hold on!"
"Wen Shao planted a bomb on the way to retreat, it's 'Line 3'." Jiang Ting's voice trembled strangely, and he said: "You immediately ask the technical detective to locate this and evacuate all the police cars along the way. They are about to explode it. Act fast… you must be fast!" "
"Where are you? What are you going to do? Stay there and wait for rescue, Captain Jiang! Captain Jiang!"
Jiang Ting cut off the call and threw it on the passenger seat.
Then he stepped on the accelerator, and the Jeep started slowly, driving toward the increasingly bright mountain road ahead.
...…
At the same time, on the edge of the cliff.
The signal light was reflected in A-Jie's eyes, and suddenly he seemed to remember something important. He touched his empty pockets, and when he turned his head, he saw something shining brightly in the crevice of the stone, more than ten meters away.
"..." He let out a breath and turned to Qin Chuan, viciously but a little unwillingly:
"You are lucky today; I will let you live for a few more years."
Immediately, he withdrew his hand suddenly, without any desire to fight, and walked back.
"Cough cough cough—!"
Fresh oxygen was poured into his lung. Qin Chuan choked out a mouthful of bloody foam and coughed violently. The brain that was almost blank at the time of life and death just now came back to life, and several thoughts popped up at the same time: What do you mean? let me go? What is he going to do?
At this time, he saw something shining in the crack of the stone out of the corner of his eye and suddenly understood:
It was a mobile phone.
A-Jie withdrew and left because he wanted to call Line 3 immediately so as to trigger the bomb at the entrance of the gorge!
Qin Chuan turned his head suddenly; his eyes reflected the flickering police lights in the distant night.
Run quickly; there was a voice in his brain telling him to.
He had been exposed, and even if he killed A-Jie, he would lose the only chance to assassinate the King of Spades. The most important thing now was to run for his life as soon as possible. As long as he could escape smoothly. He had already prepared a way out for himself a few years ago, and there was still a chance to make a comeback in the future.
A-Jie walked to the edge of the stone and bent down.
He didn't belong to those people anymore; he had left that team forever. Even if he was caught alive, he was doomed to spend the rest of his life behind bars until he left this world. The result would be better than dying directly.
Yes, he told himself, he might as well just die.
But at the same time, another voice gradually emerged from the depths of his mind:
There are things in this world that are more unacceptable than death.
The phone flickered a few times. A-Jie picked it up, and the screen illuminated the killer's savage face.
The red and blue light reflected in Qin Chuan's eyes, and he turned around.
In fact, even if he died here today, no one would know why he died.
0, 0, 3. A-Jie pressed the extension numbers one by one and moved his thumb to the # key—
At this moment.
The sharp wind struck the back of his head. A-Jie turned his head in reflex, and the phone was blown away!
"Damn!" A-Jie couldn't even say a word when Qin Chuan's elbow strangled his neck from behind. The strength was like steel and iron, and he couldn't shake it at all. The terrifying inertia made the two of them hit the ground at the same time, and the sharp stones on the ground instantly cut into their flesh, and then they rolled and rushed to the bottom of the cliff!