Chapter 355: Only I Can Use the Law Chapter 355: Spirit and Flesh (Seeking Monthly Votes)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Jiangning City's violent organs, on the matter of searching for "Shi Tianlin," had basically formed a unified understanding; not exactly pulling together as one rope, but at least a few ropes that could move in and out. In China, once the Party initially forms a core rope, there is no core illness that cannot be solved.

When the "Command Center" received news of the "armed suspect," the operators all smiled, their report voices loud and resonant—their unified thinking was evident. Within just five minutes, surrounding brother units had all received the news, and even the Armed Police warriors standing by with weapons at the ready boarded trucks and jeeps to depart. Don't think five minutes seems long, but notifying so many scattered departments and individuals was actually quite fast.

Who exactly "Shi Tianlin" was, no one really cared; everyone knew deep down that catching this person was the right thing to do, and now with the added charge of carrying a gun, helicopters were flying over with a whoosh.

Jiangning was one of the earliest police bureaus in the country to be equipped with helicopters, but there were only two modified aircraft retired from the Air Force in total, and due to fuel and maintenance costs, they wouldn't fly if they could avoid it; the three pilots were bored out of their minds, and now they finally got to indulge.

The long wail of sirens made Shi Tianlin feel the taste of being surrounded on all sides.

No matter how many blockades he dodged, he would eventually be found. The mobilized Jiangning City was like a huge plaza of informants; even if he occasionally went missing for a few minutes, ten minutes, the diligent and responsible police would eventually use searches and police dogs to find their trail.

At the most dangerous moment, Shi Tianlin faced the police head-on and had to use a submachine gun, thereby attracting even more police.

Although he escaped the encirclement by dangerously jumping from a building, Shi Tianlin's luck was running out, and so was his stamina.

While running, the Singaporean panted and asked: "Was Sun Yat-sen chased like this back in China?"

"Sun Dapao just needs money, he doesn't have much time for guns," another answered him, waving his hand and firing two shots, driving back the criminal police who had poked their heads out.

"We didn't assassinate senior management, we didn't create a revolutionary uprising, why are they chasing us so closely?"

"Run toward crowded places," Shi Tianlin finally said a sentence. The more he ran, the more he suspected, feeling this wasn't caused by searching for Jin Douna; otherwise, Liu Xinyu must have defected to some power to have such terrifying mobility.

Flight never ceased, and his thoughts wandered further and further.

Shi Tianlin had at least level 8 body technique; even when trapped, he could use his superb skills to break out, and the police, wary of harming hostages, dared not fire recklessly in the messy urban-rural fringe—although evacuation work was ongoing, the fugitives ran faster, and Shi Tianlin could always find cover in crowds... Although escape was becoming increasingly difficult, the unyielding spirit supported him... The police instead hoped he would just take two hostages...

The police didn't want to lose more manpower, simply using more and more people to follow him, track him, search for him, until he was exhausted... Shi Tianlin's marksmanship was good and he had plenty of bullets, but he hit people rarely, and killed even fewer. A shop owner found him several old 54s with worn-off serial numbers, three brand-new 64s, but they couldn't shoot far—beyond 50 meters they were like slingshots; the submachine gun was a decent Uzi, capable of killing, but with few bullets, to be used only in critical moments.

"Many ants bite an elephant to death!" Shi Tianlin finally understood how the former generation's action team captains had warned themselves.

The police grew more excited the more they chased, no longer afraid of being shot; as long as they weren't killed or crippled, one shot one person meant a third-class merit, three to five months' leave, and coming out they'd be heroes again.

Three members of the Headquarters Action Team had stayed abroad for too long and didn't know what was going on; they ran stupidly, shot stupidly, and couldn't even break out of Jiangning City.

Liu Xinyu heard about the chaotic battle in the suburbs and, in the name of the Martial Arts Hall, went to the Command Center to watch; on the 100-plus-inch combined screen, three red dots were flashing, a group of blue dots chasing, encircling—like playing Pac-Man.

"Inspector Liu is here." Yan Ju had met Liu Xinyu twice and was naturally deeply impressed; at this time he made a harmless joke, explaining: "The red dots are the enemy, the blue dots are our people..."

A group of cadres stood in front of the Command Center's screen, watching with great interest like a sports match. Latest news kept coming in; the captain of the Major Crimes Brigade commanded on-site, looking like a soccer coach.

Bureau Chief Qian, nearing retirement, said with emotion: "Back in the era of the Two Kings, if there had been so many vehicles, helicopters, such advanced technology, how could they have escaped?"

"Even if they grew wings, they'd be shot down." Yan Ju laughed heartily.

Liu Xinyu laughed and cried at the same time, also feeling a bit of sorrow at the death of a rabbit and the grief of a fox. The Headquarters Action Team—that was the Headquarters' most powerful force; at its peak, it was claimed they could take the US President's head in an instant...

Now it seemed, all were fantasies.

Although without branch support and with insufficient equipment, a small Jiangning City, with a few deputy division-level cadres combined, could find Shi Tianlin and toy with him like watching a circus, perhaps even capture him alive...

The encirclement was broken again; it seemed Shi Tianlin had used some means. Yan Ju didn't care, smiled, and asked Liu Xinyu: "Does Mr. Chen have time to come over? Regarding the suspect, we have some questions."

Finding the person within two days—this achievement had to be reported to the "Leadership."

The blue dots' encirclement on the screen expanded again, re-encircling the red dots, then sped up from behind, laying another net of heaven and earth, waiting for Shi Tianlin's next desperate breakout.

Facing the state machine, bravery is temporary; one mistake is fatal.

Liu Xinyu sighed silently, then smiled and said: "Chen Yi went to Xijing today."

"What a pity."

"If Mr. Chen could lead us, our combat power would surely increase severalfold."

"1.5 times increase."

"1.7 times increase."

"2 times increase."

"At least 2.5 times."

The old men started auctioning.

Actually, during Shi Tianlin's flight, Chen Yi had already arrived in Xijing.

Delivering pills to his great-uncle was a small matter, and helping Zhu Guangliang pull some strings on the side was also fine. The Security Department was its own system; to speak of it, their power outside was surprisingly small, almost nothing could be done, but conversely, others couldn't grow crops in their one-third of an acre either—this was like saline-alkali land, only reeds grow, not grain.

Zhu Guangliang's promotion had been approved; his predecessor went to serve in the south, a lateral transfer but with a not-small change in work environment. For ordinary people, this was almost a perfect solution.

But from Chen Yi's perspective, Jiangning Security Department's long-standing tradition of high staffing couldn't be abandoned. He didn't care whether other deputy positions were deputy division or division level, but if Zhu Guangliang wasn't deputy bureau level, the Southeast Bureau's influence would be even greater than now. He didn't want to suddenly run into a bunch of people wielding the Southeast Work Group's Imperial Sword when unloading cargo at the wharf. So, although it would consume some connections, Chen Yi was still willing to find a model for exceptional promotion and squeeze Zhu Guangliang in.

The big boss of the Southeast Bureau was just a bureau director level; he couldn't and wouldn't resolve Zhu Guangliang's deputy bureau level. Mo Shaoqiu suggested Chen Yi use Lan Jiaming's connections; his family was all in the military, and quite a few collateral branches had transferred to the police bureau and security departments.

His great-uncle had long ago, via phone, sent the secretary as usual to pick him up at the airport, skipping the security check steps, saving an hour.

But by the time they got home it was dinnertime; Chen Yi told his great-uncle to eat half-full, then entered the study, took out the "Knowledge Sol," and said: "The recent Jian Defense Weekly. You try it first."

The miraculous effects of "Knowledge Solvent," told by his grandfather to his great-uncle, were considered a Chen family secret. If the outside world knew, it would be that they had obtained some new science and technology, more miraculous than nitroglycerin treating heart disease, certainly not as surprising as surgery saving lives, and of course couldn't compare to miraculous computer technology and radio.

His great-aunt and Chen Ye were in the outer room and couldn't hear; Chen Guoliang circled around the "Jelly" twice and asked: "Does this mean from now on we can only eat this?"

"Depends on your learning goals," Chen Yi shrugged and said: "There are two lawyers who eat over ten kilograms of jelly every day; after eating for less than half a month, they now vomit when walking into a supermarket."

Chen Guoliang coughed hard twice and said: "You mean, we can't eat too much?"

"I mean... when was the last time you went to the supermarket?"

Chen Guoliang's face turned black.

The three most important men of the Chen family—Chen Zhongguo, Chen Guoliang, and Chen Congyu—were all in a transitional period of life, and also the time when they most needed outside help.

The supplementary effect of "Knowledge Solvent" was especially important at this time.

Chen Yi didn't let his great-uncle choose the learning types himself; instead, he took out the results of "Academic Materials and Classroom Tutorial Visualization" and said: "This is some reference we obtained by contacting several Army Command Academies. You can choose a package."

"Package?"

"Emphasis on technology, emphasis on command, emphasis on equipment manufacturing, emphasis on factory management..." Chen Yi seemed like a diligent salesman introducing it, and said: "Each minute of course requires consuming 1g of jelly; calculated by studying four hours of courses per day, one needs to eat half a jin of jelly."

Uncle Bo exhaled in relief and said: "That's not too much."

"Yes. But the experts suggest..." Chen Yi stressed the word "experts": "Eating half a jin of jelly per meal will not affect your physical health."

Chen Guoliang repeated "per meal" once and asked: "How long will it continue?"

"Learning has no end."

Chen Guoliang swayed somewhat dazedly, and the image of Spam Luncheon Meat appeared before his eyes.

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