Chapter 255

The cast iron manhole cover of the observation well weighed two hundred pounds. When Luo Fei pried it open with hydraulic pliers, the rust fell off with a rustle.

The flashlight beam shone into the depths of the deep vertical well. The steel ladder was covered with moss, and the water droplets seeping from the well wall shone with a faint light in the darkness.

"I'll go down first." Luo Fei fastened the safety rope. Just as his tactical boots stepped on the first ladder, a metal collision sound suddenly came from the bottom of the well. Gu Changzheng pressed his shoulder and made a gesture of silence—there was breathing at the bottom of the well.

Ye Lin's drone was just put into the wellhead, and the screen shook violently. The infrared lens captured half a figure flashing at the corner of the bottom of the well, and the reflection of the gas mask helmet was dazzling.

"Not police!" Before Gao Ye finished speaking, a dull explosion came from the bottom of the well.

The air wave blew the manhole cover away. Luo Fei dragged the safety rope and swung to the other side of the well wall, and the rubble flew past his ears.

The passage at the bottom of the well was filled with pungent smoke. Luo Fei moved along the slippery wall. The tactical flashlight swept across the ground, and he found a string of fresh footprints—size 42 non-slip boots, with special patterns on the right heel!

At the end of the passage was a secret room, and the iron gate was ajar. Just as Luo Fei was about to push the door, a cold, shining dagger suddenly stabbed out from the door gap!

He reacted extremely quickly, leaning back to dodge this fatal blow. The sharp tip of the dagger grazed his tactical vest, only a hair's breadth away from Luo Fei's skin!

The masked man took the opportunity to rush out. Luo Fei knocked him down with a sweep, and the two wrestled together in the mud.

The other party was clearly professionally trained, and in the entanglement, an elbow strike went straight to the scar on Luo Fei's chin.

Luo Fei dodged by tilting his head, took the opportunity to buckle the other party's wrist, and found that the other party's tiger's mouth had radioactive burn marks.

The hand not controlled by the masked man suddenly took out a sprayer from his arms, "Puchi"! Luo Fei hurriedly closed his eyes and rolled, but the pungent gas still stimulated him to cough violently...

When Gu Changzheng arrived with people, Luo Fei was pressing the masked man's back with his knees. Gu Changzheng tore off the gas mask, revealing a face full of scars—it was Wang Zhen, who had been missing for ten years!

"Where is Sun Sun Xiaojuan's camera?" Gu Changzheng stepped on Wang Zhen's right hand, and the platinum tail ring deformed under his tactical boots.

Wang Zhen grinned and spat out blood foam: "You will never find it......"

The scene in the secret room made everyone gasp: rows of lead containers were neatly arranged, and the Geiger counter screamed wildly. Old Zheng opened a container with trembling hands, inside were sealed film rolls and magnetic disks.

"Chen Chen Guodong's backup data!" Just as Ye Lin was about to touch it, Wang Zhen suddenly jumped up and hit the container rack with his head. Luo Fei pounced and pressed him down. The moment the two hit the wall, the secret door opened with a bang.

The scene in the secret room was like a horror movie set: an old-fashioned projector was placed on the operating table, and the walls were covered with Longhu pollution data charts. The most horrifying thing was the glass cabinet in the corner, where the right hand specimen soaked in formalin had its little finger bent—it was Sun Sun Xiaojuan's severed limb.

While everyone was stunned, Wang Zhen took the opportunity to break free from the restraint and pulled another dagger from his boot to stab Gu Changzheng.

Luo Fei saw this, grabbed a lead container and hit his wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "dang".

The two wrestled in the narrow space, and Wang Zhen's elbow strike shattered the glass cabinet, and formalin splashed all over the floor.

"You think Chen Chen Guodong is a good person?" Wang Zhen suddenly laughed wildly, "If it weren't for him signing to agree to the diversion back then, Longhu would have long ago......" Before he finished speaking, Luo Fei hit his temple with a heavy punch.

The projector suddenly started automatically, and the yellowed images jumped in the smoke: young Chen Chen Guodong was signing documents. The camera zoomed in, and the document title was "Acceptance Report of Longhu Old River Channel Renovation Project". The screen switched, and Zhou Zhou Shichang pushed a black briefcase to him.

"This is the video Sun Sun Xiaojuan secretly took." Old Zheng brightened the light, "It seems Professor Chen was forced to agree."

Gu Changzheng's mobile phone suddenly vibrated, and an anonymous number sent an audio clip. In the current noise, Chen Chen Guodong's voice was tearful: "...... They threatened me with my daughter, I had no choice but to sign. But I left evidence in the No. 3 observation well......"

Luo Fei suddenly remembered something and rushed to the safe in the corner of the secret room. The combination lock had rusted, and he pried it open directly with hydraulic pliers. He found a stack of yellowed drawings in the box, and the top one was circled with a red pen with a coordinate.

The Longhu Lake in the heavy rain was surging, and the coordinates pointed to a place in the center of the lake. After the diver went into the water for half an hour, he salvaged a sealed titanium alloy box. Inside the box were Sun Sun Xiaojuan's original photos and experimental data, as well as a micro-cassette.

Chen Chen Guodong's last words came from the tape recorder: "...... The new water treatment agent will resonate with radioactive substances, the formula must be destroyed......" Suddenly Zhou Zhou Shichang's grin was inserted: "Too late, the formula has already been sold abroad."

Gu Changzheng clenched his fists, his fingernails deeply embedded in his palms. The sound of police sirens came from afar, and Zhou Zhou Shichang's Rolls-Royce was trying to break through the encirclement. Luo Fei jumped onto the police motorcycle, the engine roaring and tearing through the rain curtain.

The Rolls-Royce was fleeing wildly on the cross-lake bridge, and Luo Fei followed closely. Zhou Zhou Shichang suddenly braked sharply, and Luo Fei couldn't dodge in time, the motorcycle hitting the railing. He took advantage of the momentum to roll and grabbed the rearview mirror of the Rolls-Royce.

Zhou Zhou Shichang took out a pistol, and the bullet flew past Luo Fei's shoulder. Luo Fei jumped onto the roof of the car and kicked the sunroof with his tactical boots. The two wrestled in the car, the steering wheel went out of control, and the luxury car broke the railing and hung in mid-air.

"Where is the formula?" Luo Fei choked Zhou Zhou Shichang's neck. The other party grinned and pressed a button, the trunk suddenly popped open, and bundles of US dollars drifted with the wind. Luo Fei saw a black briefcase sliding towards the lake and pounced out of the car window.

He grabbed the briefcase in mid-air, and his body hit the lake surface heavily. The cold water submerged his head, and Luo Fei hugged the box tightly, as if hugging the final truth.