Chapter 107: Don't Use Your Thick Face to Masquerade as a Bulletproof Vest

This damned place, no wonder nobody comes to play; this broken road is rough enough to hurt a dog's feet.

Zhang Xiaoguang rarely complains, but today this road is truly terrible—mud pits everywhere, the constant jostling almost makes his hemorrhoids fall off.

Actually, he didn't realize that Hengsha Homestay Street is divided into east and west sections.

Only the Homestay East Street has been fully completed.

The Homestay West Street consists of high-end villa-style homestays, each a standalone compound. The road Lin Dongfan pointed out for him is a side lane leading into the Homestay West Street, which won't be built until after the new year.

Lin Dongfan couldn't be bothered with his complaining and kept talking with Jian Sining the whole way.

Soon he saw Jian Sining and Tang Xia's car.

With its hazard lights flashing, it led the way ahead.

Behind them, some show-off suddenly blared the police car's siren.

Lin Dongfan hung up, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and glared at the police car in the rearview mirror, shouting: "Did you forget to take your meds before leaving? I hate you guys who pull the alarm while catching thieves, you idiots."

"It wasn't me who set it off."

Yang Qing's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

As soon as he finished speaking, the wailing siren behind them stopped.

After going another two hundred meters or so, the Passat with its hazard lights flashing ahead came to a stop. At that moment, Zhang Xiaoguang and Yang Qing also slowed down and braked, pulling up beside the Passat.

For this arrest operation, the Anti-Corruption Bureau deployed four people, while the Changming Branch Bureau deployed six.

Ten people were assigned to capture one Yin Qiuhong.

In Yang Qing's view, even a fart could knock Yin Qiuhong dead.

Yang Qing stepped out of the car and asked, "Where is the person?"

Jian Sining pointed to the ahead Homestay No. 7 and said, "Go into that compound. Earlier, there was only Yin Qiuhong in the car. But how many people are inside Homestay No. 7 is still unclear for now."

"This is anti-corruption, not counter-terrorism. The people inside can be disregarded; no one will make Yin Qiuhong a suicide squad." Yang Qing wore a look of certainty, as if everything were under his control.

Lin Dongfan gave him a sideways glance and said, "She has a gun; if the people inside become hostages, can they still be disregarded?"

"Don't bring up the pot that isn't boiling, you jinx."

Yang Qing, having been shut down with no retort, drew his gun and summoned his five subordinates over.

Rapidly setting up a perimeter: "You two, go to the rear of Homestay No. 7 and keep watch, preventing Yin Qiuhong from fleeing. You two, protect the precious-and-delicate coward Lin Moumou. Zhang Yong, you come with me to make the arrest."

"Coward?"

"Where the hell did you hear that I'm precious and delicate from some market?"

An urge to kick someone welled up inside Lin Dongfan, ready to burst.

But Lin Dongfan ultimately didn't lift his leg.

It wasn't that he didn't want to kick.

Mainly, after Yang Qing said his piece and walked away, his own big feet were a bit far from his butt; if he ran up to kick him, it would seem petty and narrow-minded.

Homestay No. 7, a retro villa-style homestay.

In front stands a grand gatehouse; inside, the buildings follow a Chinese garden style, all constructed of raw timber, giving an ancient, tranquil mountain retreat vibe.

In the gravel-paved courtyard sat a Toyota Prado, nicknamed Overbearing.

The woman driving the Overbearing, armed with a gun.

Looking across the entire Nanzhou City, you couldn't find a second like her—only Yin Qiuhong. In uniform she is the chief of the Overbearing; out of uniform she is a sexy, fiery legend.

Lin Dongfan kept pace with Yang Qing, stepping forward to remind him: "Are you wearing a bulletproof vest? She really has a gun."

"Do you think what I'm holding is a toy? Step aside and watch me drag the person out."

In Yang Qing's view:

In Yang Qing's view, Lin Dongfan was just scared stiff by Yin Qiuhong, timid and hesitant! If arresting a woman who got ahead by her looks also required wearing a bulletproof vest, the news would make people laugh their heads off.

To show the mettle of a criminal police team captain, Yang Qing headed straight for the main house, with Zhang Yong closely following.

The two had just reached the steps when—

"Bang!"

A bullet shot out from inside the house.

No one at the scene cried out in pain; only a shocked curse: "Damn!" Yang Qing clutched his head and scrambled, desperately hiding behind the artificial hill in the courtyard.

The next second, he probably missed the warmth of a bulletproof vest.

He nervously asked Zhang Yong, who was hiding with him: "Just now, did the bullet fly past grazing my cheek?"

Zhang Yong glanced at the faint line of blood on his face, shook his head, and analyzed: "You weren't shot; the wound on your cheek looks like you got scratched by a branch while running."

"Disfigured?"

Yang Qing's face turned pale with shock; as he touched his own cheek, all he felt was one word—pain.

Zhang Yong suppressed his contempt and said: "Don't worry, it won't affect your dating prospects."

"Good."

Yang Qing let out Along sigh of relief, looking every bit the fortunate survivor of a disaster.

However……

When he turned his head to look at Lin Dongfan, he frowned again in displeasure, because Lin Dongfan, Jian Sining, Tang Xia, and Zhang Xiaoguang all simultaneously raised a middle finger.

Yang Qing asked glumly, "Is dodging a bullet also illegal?"

"From now on, please don't use your thick face to masquerade as a bulletproof vest—that's an insult to bulletproof vests."

Lin Dongfan couldn't be bothered with this idiot any longer; after saying that, he went back to the car and fetched a loudspeaker.

In the original arrest plan, there was no negotiation stage.

But the situation has changed now.

We still need to engage in trash talk.

Lin Dongfan shouted hey at the main house: "Yin Qiuhong, CherylHong, when I shout out your English name, you should know—I already know your affairs inside out..."

"Since you're so capable, guess what—I'm aiming at your head or your crotch now."

From inside the house came Yin Qiuhong's light laugh; she seemed not at all nervous.

The two police officers tasked with protecting Lin Dongfan immediately drew their guns and went on alert, trying to use sound-localization technique to pinpoint Yin Qiuhong's exact hiding spot.

The result was self-evident.

Ordinary ears gave them ordinary earwax; God forgot to grant them the great supernatural ability of sound-localization. They looked around, and in the end the gun barrels pointed wildly, merely appearing professional on the surface.

Lin Dongfan would never entrust his own safety so carelessly to those two ordinary brothers.

He didn't even think about it.

Lin Dongfan hastily used a loudspeaker to shield his crotch.

He shouted at the top of his lungs toward the house: "Originally, serving a few years in prison would let you come out and enjoy life; why are you insisting on heading for the death penalty? Come out now, and I'll count it as you turning yourself in."

"If you dare come in, I'll turn myself in," Yin Qiuhong shouted.

Lin Dongfan replied with an ambiguous smile: "Really or not?"

"Only you may come in; everyone else must leave this courtyard and not approach. Otherwise, whoever comes in I will kill, and next time I won't miss," Yin Qiuhong said.

"Not missing"—that seems no joke.

Five years ago.

Yin Qiuhong had once won the police force's shooting championship; those honors are recorded in her résumé.

Lin Dongfan beckoned to Yang Qing and Zhang Yong, who were hiding behind the artificial hill: "Give the shooting champion some face—go outside; without my order, no one is allowed to come in."

"Senior brother, are you really going in?" Jian Sining anxiously stared at Lin Dongfan, her heart in her throat.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

At this moment, Lin Dongfan's expression was as solemn as that of Ksitigarbha; even his pores exuded a spirit of self-sacrifice and fearless resolve—he had to be fearless, or else Yang Qing would look down on him.