Chapter 110: Pregnant, She Remains Unfazed

If it's only corruption, bribery, abuse of power and such, you wouldn't deserve death. Don't do something stupid, quickly put down the gun and come with me to turn yourself in.

When the icy countdown sound rang out again, Lin Dongfan remained standing still.

He showed not the slightest fear.

Even with the gun barrel pointed at his head, he wasn't afraid.

Whether it was reluctance to leave the naked Yin Qiuhong, or facing death head‑on to fulfill his mission, only he himself knew.

Anyway, Yin Qiuhong didn't understand.

Faced with his earnest, sincere gaze, Yin Qiuhong felt both gloomy and torn. When the count reached two, she stopped the count in a sullen way.

If she counted one more number, when it finished, should she shoot then?

If she shot, should she aim for his brow or his heart?

Yin Qiuhong grew more and more gloomy the more she thought.

She had already prepared a meticulous escape plan, but no matter how perfect that plan was, she still had a one‑in‑ten‑thousand chance of falling into police hands and then being sentenced.

To leave herself a way out.

One of her purposes in holding Lin Dongfan at gunpoint and getting him into bed today was to leave a seed. That's why she didn't use a condom any of the three times, and today is her ovulation day, making the chance of pregnancy high.

As long as she became pregnant, she would have an extra layer of security.

Even if she were unfortunately caught by the police during the escape, being pregnant would give her a chance to be released on bail pending trial, and then during the bail period she could keep looking for an opportunity to escape.

This whole set of survival plans could be said to be textbook‑perfect.

But a problem also arose.

If she shot Lin Dongfan dead today, what would she tell the child when it later asked for its father?

Could she really pat the child's head and say, 'Mourn, your dad's been blown away by my bullet! He died peacefully, the pain lasting no more than two seconds…'?

It hit home—though I'm not exactly a respectable person, I'm not about to become a murderer.

What should we do now?

This idiot is dead set on making me turn myself in, but I can't kill him.

Where should I hit him now?

……

Just as Yin Qiuhong was torn up inside, hesitating to pull the trigger,

Lin Dongfan took advantage of her distraction, suddenly moved, performing a classic gun‑disarming move—see Jackie Chan's classic gun‑disarm scene in New Police Story for reference.

In the realm of imitation, Lin Dongfan achieved a 99% fidelity.

The instant the gun was snatched away, Yin Qiuhong was dazed for a second; a second later she desperately realized she was still too soft‑hearted, and a moment's carelessness had cost her the initiative.

Yin Qiuhong's eyes filled with hatred: 'I let you go, and you actually snatched my gun…'

'No more nonsense, quickly put on your clothes and pants and come with me to turn yourself in.'

Lin Dongfan pointed the gun at Yin Qiuhong's head.

His gaze didn't sweep over her body like a scanner; he had already touched every proper and improper spot, and now his eyes held only Yin Qiuhong's eyes.

Their eyes met, square and unwavering, guarding against Yin Qiuhong's every move.

Yin Qiuhong suddenly gave a wicked, charming smile.

It looked as if she had no heart or conscience.

While pulling on her pants she teased: 'You ungrateful dog of a man who won't appreciate it when I pull up my pants—do you believe I'll go out and accuse you of rape? And not just once, but three times.'

'I have marks on my wrist from being handcuffed; it looks like I'm the victim.'

Lin Dongfan replied calmly.

Yin Qiuhong was obviously just joking; she wanted to survive, not die, had no interest in making more enemies, and certainly didn't want to ruin the father of the child in her belly—she was confident she would definitely get pregnant.

After she had dressed,

She calmly asked Lin Dongfan: 'Do you think that because I no longer have a gun in my hand I can't control the situation?'

'No more nonsense, go.'

Saying that, Lin Dongfan stepped aside to make way, using the gun to urge Yin Qiuhong to voluntarily go out and turn herself in.

Yin Qiuhong unhurriedly knocked on the nearby wardrobe, calling out with a laugh: 'Come out.' The wardrobe door was pushed open from inside, and a round‑faced girl with her waist wrapped in explosives popped out.

It was unclear whether she was naturally clumsy or had been holding her breath too long in the wardrobe.

The girl's hands and feet seemed not very nimble; as she came out she stumbled and fell to the ground with an 'aiyo' cry of pain, leaving Yin Qiuhong speechless.

But she quickly got back up.

Like a stubborn comedian, she found her place.

First she checked whether the explosives wrapped around her waist had detonated.

Not exploded?

Good, the old lady's still alive!

The girl collected herself, immediately took a stance, left hand gripping the fuse, right hand lighting a windproof lighter, and solemnly warned Lin Dongfan: 'Don't move, hand the gun back to my boss!'

This scene left Lin Dongfan a bit bewildered.

Looking at the girl's facial features, she appeared about the same age as Yin Qiuhong, her skin very fair; if it weren't for her excess flesh, she would also have the potential to be a beauty.

Lin Dongfan looked at Yin Qiuhong in surprise: 'Are you playing a big‑change‑alive‑person trick on me?'

'This isn't magic, and explosives aren't sausages—don't move!' the girl, holding the fuse and lighter, warned Lin Dongfan: 'A little bit and you get a mushroom cloud; even a monkey couldn't handle it.'

'Are you doing crosstalk with me?' Lin Dongfan chuckled calmly.

'Thanks, I have no talent for performing.' The girl said solemnly: 'I've been professionally handling explosives for eighteen years; last month I just helped Gao Jie take the fall for a drunk‑driving charge.'

'Which Gao Jie? Gao Lu?' Lin Dongfan wondered.

The girl replied: 'Exactly, it's Gao Lu. My clients are all high‑end figures. If I weren't professional, nobody would hire you—do you get my meaning? Put the gun down!'

「Do you believe I'll shoot you dead? This is called eliminating violence and protecting the good! 」

Speaking, Lin Dongfan pointed the gun muzzle at Pangniu's glabella, trying to cow Pangniu.

「Come on, one pot done! 」

Pangniu gave a cold smile, left hand holding the fuse, right hand holding the lighter; as she brought them together, the distance between the fuse and the blue flame was only half a centimeter.

Damn it, she really doesn't care about her life!

Lin Dongfan gripped the gun and dared not move rashly.

At this moment, Yin Qiuhong stepped forward, grabbed the gun from Lin Dongfan's hand, leaned her face close to his ear and whispered with a light laugh: "Don't waste time on me; I could never turn myself in. I'm sick of living, a me who fears no death—how do you expect to play with me? Don't be stupid, hurry up and get out. In the People's Congress election in April, you'll receive an unexpected surprise."

「What surprise? 」

「By then you'll naturally know; it's a gift I'm leaving you. Take care. 」

Before her words had even finished, Yin Qiuhong, using practiced skill, disassembled the gun barrel, tossed it aside, and then forcibly shoved Lin Dongfan out of the house.

By then, the sky outside had already darkened.

The car headlights illuminated the No. 7 Homestay, while riot police kept watch on the perimeter, trying to figure out how to enter and control the situation; Yin Qiuhong was fully aware of all this.

Yin Qiuhong shouted toward the outside:

「Don't say I, Yin Qiuhong, lack humanity; I'm giving you ten seconds to retreat! Otherwise, once the bomb goes off, any casualties are on you! Ten, nine, eight…」

The countdown sounded again, each tone like a warning from the Grim Reaper.