Chapter 272: Brushing Past

The next day.

The bodies of two law enforcement officers were discovered, causing quite a stir.

However, because clues were limited and there were no witnesses, the investigation progressed slowly.

It was late at night.

Lights were still on inside the Law Enforcement Bureau.

But inside the lobby, there were only a few people; most had already left for home.

A lone figure sat at a computer, frowning in deep thought.

On the computer screen before him were many images, one of which showed the two law enforcement officers whose necks Jiang Cheng had twisted.

"Still watching?"

At that moment, a middle‑aged man walked over and patted his shoulder.

"Lao Song, it's getting late, let's go back; this case can't be solved in a day or two."

Song Gang nodded, but did not move a muscle.

"Let's go together; I also have something to tell you on the way. Let's leave."

Under the middle‑aged man's persistent pulling, Song Gang reluctantly shut the computer and followed him out.

The two removed their uniforms, left the Law Enforcement Bureau, and walked side by side on the street.

After a while, the middle‑aged man said, "Lao Song, actually you don't have to be this serious. Take those two murdered men, for example—do you know how they used to talk about you behind your back?"

"How did they talk?"

Song Gang asked.

"They said—never mind, I won't say."

The middle‑aged man gave a wry smile.

"In short, it was harsh. If I were you, I'd be too lazy to investigate this case."

"One code to one code."

Song Gang's expression remained calm, "I know that in everyday work they have grievances against me, but since they were killed on the street, I must find the murderer and give them justice."

"You..."

The middle‑aged man let out a sigh.

But he was not surprised by this.

After all, they had known each other for so many years.

If he didn't say that, it wouldn't be him.

"Is that all you wanted to tell me? If there's nothing else, I'll go back and think; maybe I'll come up with a clue."

Song Gang finished speaking and stopped in his tracks.

The middle‑aged man, hearing that, pulled him forward and said while walking, "No, compared with the matter I need to tell you, what I just mentioned is completely irrelevant."

"Lao Song, do you know why this time you were appointed Deputy Captain instead of Zhang Hua and his group who are close to Lin Ju?"

"I don't know."

Song Gang shook his head, "But that's an order from the superiors, isn't it?"

"Then don't you find it odd? Why would the superiors pick you instead of others? You don't actually believe your upright style has earned them favor, do you?"

The middle‑aged man's tone was a bit urgent.

Song Gang was silent for a moment, then said, "Whatever the real reason, I can now use this position to do whatever I am capable of."

"But you're in danger now!"

The middle‑aged man emphasized his tone.

"Now, within the bureau, almost everyone knows that those young masters from the Inner City District promoted you and treat you as a toy. Have you ever thought, if one day they get bored of playing with you, what will happen then? Moreover, those whose positions you seized are certainly resentful; after learning your background, they might not dare to act against you openly, but covertly they could make some moves."

"Lao Song, heed my advice: either you change yourself and be like everyone else—take the money when you should, or you simply resign this position to avoid trouble!"

Song Gang heard that and shook his head.

"Those are just rumors, not to be believed. As for those people, if they want to harm me, let them come; I'm Song Gang, I'm not scared. You, can you tone down that temper a bit? Those people..."

Halfway through his speech, a whooshing sound burst in.

A slash instantly appeared on Song Gang's face, spraying blood.

"Snap!"

From the nearby trees came a sound, as if something had struck them.

"Run!!!"

The middle‑aged man was startled at first, then shouted and dragged Song Gang toward a place they could hide.

"Bang! Bang!"

Bullets kept flying from behind; some hit the trees, punching huge holes, others struck a streetlamp, splitting it in two. Fortunately, the two found a large rock and took cover behind it.

"Huff, huff..."

The middle‑aged man was panting heavily.

Just now, he felt he had brushed past death.

As for Song Gang,

The latter had a six‑to‑seven‑centimeter wound on his face, still bleeding profusely.

"Lao Song, are you okay?"

He asked hurriedly.

"No, I'm fine."

At this moment, Song Gang no longer had his usual composure.

He touched the wound on his face, and a wave of dread rose in his heart.

Heavy Sniper Rifle.

He was actually being aimed at by a Heavy Sniper Rifle.

Honestly, he hadn't realized at all what had happened just now; he was simply being dragged, looking for a place to hide.

It wasn't until later that he realized a sniper was aiming at him, and it was only a hair's breadth away from hitting his head.

"It's good that you're okay; you scared me to death, but I'm glad you're fine."

The middle‑aged man let out a sigh of relief.

He glanced toward the position of the sniper rifle and said, "It's been quiet for so long; the enemy has probably already left, but we still need to be careful—stay put here and wait for support."

"Hmm."

Song Gang nodded.

He regained some of his former composure.

Yet on close inspection, his body was still trembling slightly.

After all, he had just walked through the Gate of the Dead; even thinking about it still left him with lingering dread.

"Alright, wait two minutes; support will arrive shortly."

The middle‑aged man ended the transmission, looked at Song Gang beside him, and sighed.

"Old Song, you should have seen it—the enemy was coming straight at you, right? That bullet just now, even a slight offset would have struck your head. We are only Level 3 Original Force Warriors and have no real defenses; not to mention being hit by a Heavy Sniper Rifle, even a regular Rifle would be a certain death."

"Listen to my advice and quit this position right away? I know you want to do some good deeds, but risking your life—does it worth it? I fear this time's dark"

"No, perhaps staying at home isn't safe either; it's best to stay inside the bureau. I can't believe those people would be so brazen as to storm straight into the bureau and act!"

Song Gang heard that and fell into deep inner conflict.

He really doesn't want to give up, wants to use a bit of his authority to do some good, and he also knows the effect is limited, but just because it's limited, should he not do it?

But the shot that brushed past his face was almost fatal; this time he was lucky and escaped disaster—what about the next time? The one after that? Can he still rely on luck to get through?

(End of Chapter)