Chapter 353: Cornered Beasts Still Fight

In no more than three minutes, more than half of the dozen or so fierce bandits had been taken down.

Never mind fighting back, they didn't even dare to show their heads; if they showed their heads, they were taken out in a second.

Gunshots, wails, cries, dogs barking.

The building had become a complete mess.

The burly man pressed tightly against the door, and the woman said with a trembling voice: "Big Sister—Big Sister, they've broken in, what do we do?"

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Wang Chun's eye sockets constricted sharply: Why would there be long guns?

This is Beijing, after all.

No matter how much of a local tyrant Zhao Xiuneng is, and no matter how capable that young man is, it is impossible to cause such a huge commotion in Beijing.

But the sounds outside, and the blood on the subordinates in the video, could not be faked—

Wang Chun gritted her teeth fiercely: "Cuiqin, run!"

The woman was stunned: They've almost fought their way to the basement, where can we run to?

No, Big Sister is going to blow this place up—

In an instant, cold sweat seeped onto the woman's forehead.

With such a large-scale operation, this place can no longer be hidden; perhaps in the next moment, the Police could follow the sound and arrive.

If we don't blow it up, are we leaving it as evidence for the Police?

She took two sharp breaths and tugged at the man: "Go!"

The burly man stood up, gritted his teeth, and raised his gun: "I'll kill them!"

The woman kicked him again: "Forget it, they won't survive!"

As she spoke, the electric door slid open, and the four of them filed out.

Hearing "won't survive," Ren Danhua subconsciously poked her head out, but suddenly: "Bang, bang—"

The burly man raised his hand and fired two shots, hitting the glass and leaving two white marks.

Lin Sicheng poked his head out to take a look, and a member of the Special Duty Team pulled him back.

Immediately, the male Special Duty Team member stood up, leaned sideways against a pillar, and tilted his head to listen again: The footsteps were getting further and further away, but he didn't know how many people there were.

"Four people, they've all left!" Knowing what he was listening for, Lin Sicheng pointed, "But they can't rush out; they'll likely have to come back down. One of you go and guard the entrance."

The two Special Duty Team members were stunned: "Teacher Lin, this place is full of explosives, we aren't leaving?"

"How can we leave? If we run into them head-on, we'll have to fight; it's better to guard here!"

Lin Sicheng pointed at the explosives and sighed: "If it doesn't blow up, then there's no need to leave; if it does blow up, it's useless wherever you go—"

The Special Duty Team members understood instantly: This is C4, it can take out tanks and armor; TNT is just a little brother in front of it.

If it blows up, there isn't much difference between running into the courtyard and staying here: either way, you won't survive—

Ren Danhua's face was as pale as dirt, and she only just realized: Wang Chun wants to blow this place up?

"Manager Lin, what do we do?"

Let it be.

He had deliberately wasted so many words with that woman and dragged it out for so long; if Yu Guang couldn't even jam the remote signal, then they deserved to be blown to death.

Lin Sicheng threw away the detonator and leaned against the glass: "Don't worry, she can't blow it up!"

Seeing him so calm, Ren Danhua was even more afraid: Wang Chun had been Grave-robbing for most of her life and had always used this kind of thing; she could blow a hole as big or as deep as she wanted, and she had never missed.

As long as she was ruthless enough, it was impossible that she couldn't blow it up—

Just as she was filled with doubt and fear, Lin Sicheng looked at her: "General Manager Ren, do you remember what you just said?"

Even though she was scared to death, Ren Danhua still puffed out her chest: "Don't worry, as long as I can get out alive, I will work like a horse or ox for you for the rest of my life!"

"I don't Grave-rob, what would I need a horse or ox for?" Lin Sicheng shook his head, "Not that sentence! It's the other one!"

The other one?

Ren Danhua tried hard to recall:

Do you want to live? Have you ever killed anyone?

No, it definitely wasn't those two sentences.

General Manager Ren, what if I let you go to jail?

I'm willing, I'm willing to sit for a hundred years—

As if they shared a telepathic connection, Lin Sicheng nodded. In an instant, Ren Danhua's mouth hung open: What kind of person in the underworld would advise a peer to go to jail?

"Yes, just as you guessed: after you go in, make a full confession and strive for a sentence reduction. Wang Chun is trying to kill you anyway, there's nothing to worry about. After that, reform yourself well and become a new person—"

Lin Sicheng smiled slightly, "Perhaps, we will have a chance to meet again!"

In an instant, Ren Danhua froze as if she had been turned to ice.

The two Special Duty Team members looked at each other, and Zhao Xiuneng twisted his face, his expression incredibly colorful.

Cuiqin clutched her phone and rushed to the basement level.

The gunshots outside had gradually ceased, but the sound of chaotic footsteps could be heard.

"Woo~ boom—··—"

—

The car let out a roar, followed by another explosion.

The ground beneath their feet shook twice.

Is this, tearing down the door leading to the basement?

The woman's lips trembled slightly, and she shouted: "Big Sister—"

There was no response, only a long sigh. Immediately, the screen went dark.

Cuiqin was suddenly stunned: the video, it had been hung up?

The eldest sister said nothing, but in truth, she had said everything: it was death either way, so let's fight—

The woman looked at the pistol in her hand: how was she supposed to fight with this?

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from outside the door: "Drop your guns, squat down, hands on your heads."

The four people were struck with terror.

A searchlight shone straight down, illuminating the corridor brightly.

Shadows were everywhere, dense and packed; it felt like the outside was full of people. She couldn't see their faces clearly, but she could see camouflage uniforms, combat boots, and leveled rifles.

The woman's eyes widened bit by bit: Police?

But why would it be the Police?

"Fight it out!" the burly man gritted his teeth and raised his gun, but the woman kicked him hard: "These are Police—"

Following that, the gun was thrown to the ground, and the woman clasped her hands over her head: "Government, I surrender—"

The street was empty, a Lexus drove along the road, and streetlights shone into the car windows.

Wang Chun stared at the old Nokia mobile phone in her hand.

The screen was lit, displaying a set of short codes. As long as she pressed the send key lightly, everything in the basement, along with that building, and the people, dogs, and even the bear inside, could all be blown to smithereens.

However, those were the accumulations of decades of risking her life and facing death.

More crucially, what would happen after blowing it up?

Her expression was uncertain, her gaze obscure and inexplicable; after a moment of hesitation, Wang Chun pressed it resolutely.

——

Money could be earned again if it was gone, but this breath of anger had to be vented no matter what.

You surnamed Lin, I'm sending you to heaven—

In a flash, the number was dialed, and with a "beep," the call connected.

In an instant, it was as if a thousand-pound stone had fallen to the ground; Wang Chun felt indescribably relieved: a person fights for a breath of air, a Buddha fights for a stick of incense—

She turned her head and looked out the window.

It was less than two kilometers away; they would definitely be able to hear it from here—

Hmm, why didn't it go off?

Wang Chun was stunned, her eyes wide: in the distance, there was no flash of fire or sound of an explosion as she had expected.

After a few more seconds, she lowered her head and looked at the Nokia screen.

Could the signal be too weak?

No, the call was still connected; she could even hear faint, rustling sounds from inside.

This meant the signal had been sent successfully, but for some reason, the explosives hadn't detonated.

But how could that be?

She picked up the phone and held it to her ear.

Rustle, rustle—it sounded like clothes rubbing together while walking.

And it was getting closer.

Immediately, an exclamation came through: "Manager Lin, look quickly, is this phone actually on a call?"

"Oh, it must be Wang Chun sending the detonation signal."

"Ah?"

"Don't panic, it won't explode; if it had exploded, you wouldn't be seeing this—"

"Hey, Manager Lin, don't move?"

"I'm not moving, I'm just looking—"

The two exchanged questions and answers, but Wang Chun's features began to twist bit by bit.

Ren Danhua, and that Boss Lin?

But why didn't it explode?

She had used it hundreds or thousands of times, and it had never failed before—

Just as she was suspicious and fearful, a voice came from the phone again: "The call is connected, but the red light is no longer on, which means the danger has been neutralized—"

"That's good, who is on the other end?"

"Of course it's Wang Chun; perhaps she is listening right now!"

"Ah, her surname is Song?"

"She was surnamed Song when she was young, then she was adopted as a child bride and changed her surname to Wang. Later, after becoming a big bandit leader, she changed it back to Song—"

As he spoke, the voice got a little closer: "Eh, there's breathing, is she really listening? Chief Wang, Chief Wang?"

"Chief Wang, I know you are listening."

The tone was very calm, the pitch steady and powerful, but Wang Chun felt a chill in her heart.

He knew her surname was Wang, and even more, he knew her former surname was Song—

Wang Chun gritted her teeth: "Who are you?"

"I've said it eight hundred times, my surname is Lin, Lin Sicheng!" A sigh came from the receiver again: "Chief Wang, are you very curious why I know so much about you? Because we have met!"

Wang Chun tried hard to recall: in her impression, she didn't remember any young man with this voice?

"Are you bluffing me?"

"It's come to this point, there's no need for that!" Lin Sicheng laughed, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember, we'll be meeting soon anyway!"

Meeting?

Wang Chun sneered: "Rest assured, that won't happen!"

Lin Sicheng was exceptionally certain: "No, they will, they will definitely meet!"

"Meet your mother—"

With a "Heh," Wang Chun hung up the phone. A trace of ferocity flashed in her eyes, and her heart felt as if it were dripping blood:

The accumulation of most of her life, just gone like this?

Not only was her lair raided, but the bomb didn't even go off?

The key is this person surnamed Lin, where did he get so many people, so many guns?

And, how did he know so much?

The more she thought about it, the more wrong it felt, yet she didn't know what was wrong; gradually, a bad premonition emerged in her heart.

No, this place cannot be stayed in—

"Lao Guan, get out of the city!"

"Huh?" The driver tilted his head, "Go where?"

"Go anywhere, the faster we get out of the city, the better!"

The subordinate in the back seat poked his head out: "Big Sister, not going back to take a look?"

Wang Chun let out a roar: "Look at my ass?"

Do you have hair growing in your ears? Cuiqin said it clearly: many people, many long guns—

The subordinate gave a sheepish smile and shrank back.

Wang Chun pinched the bridge of her nose: "Everyone stay sharp—"

Scattered responses rang out in the car.

The words had just fallen when the space in front suddenly lit up.

A light suddenly turned on opposite them, at least a thousand watts, shining over without any warning.

Instantly, it went black before her eyes; she could see nothing.

Purely out of instinct, the driver's foot stepped toward the brake. But the sole of his shoe had just reached the pedal, "Bang—"

Extremely loud, as if something had exploded; the massive car body tilted violently.

"Screech," the driver slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped in a zigzag.

Following the inertia, Wang Chun lunged forward: "What's going on, did a tire blow out?"

The driver did not speak; he raised a finger and pointed ahead, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Wang Chun focused her gaze, and in an instant, her pupils shrank to the size of a Needle.

The massive four-lane road was blocked completely solid; under the blinding searchlights, red and blue flashed, like a colorful ocean.

Police cars, all police cars—

With a "Woo-wah," the shrill police siren sounded: "Wang Chun, you have been surrounded. Put down your weapons and get out of the car to surrender—if you dare to resist, you will be shot on the spot—"

"Clatter," the mobile phone fell from her hand, and Wang Chun's complexion was whiter than paper.

"Lao Guan, charge out!"

The driver was trembling all over: several rows of police cars, the road blocked completely solid, how could he charge through this?

"Then reverse!" Wang Chun screamed hoarsely, "Who the hell doesn't have human lives on their hands? Are you all willing to eat lead?"

The few huddled in the seats all shivered in unison: over these years, the murder cases they had committed following Wang Chun were too many for them to even count. If they were caught, how could they possibly survive?

"Damn it, how did the Police find us?"

"It's come to this, and you still have time to worry about that? It's death either way, let's fight it out first—"

"Lao Guan, reverse, charge—"

"No, the back must be blocked off too, get into the Isolation strip, go onto the opposite lane—"

The few men and women spoke all at once, pulling guns from under their clothes.

Wang Chun bent down, pulled a handbag from under the seat, and "zipped" it open.

As thick as an egg, like a ham sausage, every four sticks were a group, wrapped together with tape. Four wires, top and bottom, connected to two batteries.

Wang Chun picked up a bundle, holding the remote control in her other hand: "Xigou, throw it over with force—"

The big man in the middle row gritted his teeth, received it in his hand, and opened the sunroof.

His two legs had just straightened, his upper body had just poked out of the sunroof, and the hand clutching the explosives hadn't even raised properly, "Bang"—

"Roll, roll, roll—" the explosives rolled down along the car roof.

"Slipping," a bare corpse slid down. Its neck looked like it had been gnawed by a dog, blood gushing out in a steady stream.

Where was the head?

An indescribable fear spread inside the car.

"Lao Guan, what the hell are you dazed for—charge—"

The driver gave a start, one foot on the clutch, one foot on the gas, "screech, screech, screech, screech, screech," the empty tires spun in place, and the car body instantly turned ninety degrees.

"Want to run?" Yan Wenjing held binoculars and sneered, "Sniper!"

"Received!"

The words had just fallen, "Bang~"

Extremely loud, vibrating the eardrums until they itched; the windshield exploded into flowers.

Wang Chun felt a chill on her face, and a sticky mass was flung over, somewhat hot, and somewhat wet.

Turning her head to look, the driver's eyes were tightly shut, his head hanging low.

From his chest to his ribs, there was a hole the size of a Bowl, blood flowing out silently.

She gritted her teeth and fired two shots.

"Bang, bang—" the bullets passed through the car window and flew into the night sky.

With her body lunging forward, "Click," the seat slid backward, and Wang Chun was forcibly squeezed into the driver's lap.

The sniper hesitated for a moment: "01, the target is in the driver's seat!"

"Damn it—" Yan Wenjing cursed, "Shoot the tires."

The sniper lowered the muzzle, about to pull the trigger, when with a "Squeak," a puff of blue smoke rose from under the tire, and the car shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

At the same time, the rear window rolled down, and a bundle of round, bulky things flew out.

It flew seven or eight meters and bounced twice on the ground: "Boom—"

Fire soared into the sky, and stone debris flew over like Rain.

Yan Wenjing used his hand to shield the lens of his binoculars: Cornered beasts still fight, so you want to see who is more ruthless, right?

He gripped the walkie-talkie, his voice sinister: "Position One, continue shooting the tires; Position Two, shoot the people:

Aside from the target, shoot to kill without exception—"

"Understood!"

The red light on the walkie-talkie flashed, and the echo was still reverberating in the car, "Bang, bang—"

Another tire of the SUV burst, and another bullet entered the left Backdoor, then exited diagonally through the right fender; one on the left and one on the right, two fist-sized holes appeared on the car body.

But the car did not stop, charging toward the green belt in the middle of the road.

"Bang," another shot, the tire rubber flew up, and the steel rim hit the curb, sending out a burst of sparks.

"Screech—" "Boom—" A piercing sound came, and the SUV flipped sideways into the green belt.

Wang Chun's head slammed hard against the roof of the car, and stars danced before her eyes.

"Squeak—," it sounded like many cars had driven over, followed by another chaotic series of "Bang, bang, bang—thud, thud, thud."

It seemed like many people jumped out of the cars and rushed over.

Wang Chun's eyes were splitting with rage, and her hand reached into her bag.

There was a bomb installed under the car, and the remote control was right in the bag.

But just as she pulled the zipper, with a "Clang," the side window glass was smashed open, and a hand reached in like a pair of pliers.

With one grab and one yank, Wang Chun was pulled by her hair.

She weighed at least a hundred pounds, but was forcibly dragged out of the car by Yan Wenjing as if she were a torn rag doll.

Just as she landed, a leather boot stepped onto her back, her arm felt a sharp pain, another "Click" sound, and a chill hit her wrists.

Instantly, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her head, Wang Chun felt a chill throughout her body: Was she finished?

"Dead or alive, drag them all out, and put Back Handcuffs on everyone—"

"Sniper, stay alert; if there is any unusual movement, execute on the spot."

"Switch to low beams, I can't see a thing!"

"Retreat, drag the people back, there are still bombs in the car—"

"Old Tu, call an ambulance—"

Messy footsteps and shouts, mixed with angry roars of "Throw the guns out," "Get out of the car," and "Squat down."

Suddenly, her scalp felt a sharp pain, like a Needle prick. A pair of hands pulled her hair, dragging her for more than ten meters.

Abruptly, those hands let go, and the back of her head hit the road hard. Wang Chun gritted her teeth, struggling to open her eyes.

So many police cars, so many Police?

The SUV was flipped on its side in the middle of the road, glass shattered all over the ground.

The driver lay to the side, motionless. Blood was still flowing out from that large hole in his chest.

Beside him was Xigou, whose head was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a bare neck connected to a bit of his chin.

On the other side was Qi Lian, the cousin of Qi Song and Qi Hao. She had thought before that since they were cousins, she couldn't let their branch of the family die out, so she had brought him along.

But she hadn't expected that he would fall even earlier than his two cousins.

He was clutching a pistol, but clearly, he hadn't even managed to disengage the safety before being shot in the stomach.

His intestines were spilled in a puddle.

Suddenly, Wang Chun remembered the moment Lao Guan's chest exploded and sprayed her face. Instantly, it felt like fire was burning in her stomach, and with a "Wah," a mouthful of acid was vomited out.

Yan Wenjing sneered, pulling her hair: "With so many human lives on your hands, you're actually afraid of a dead person?"

Her stomach was still churning, acid choked into her throat and out her nose, and Wang Chun began to cough violently.

"Take it easy, she has asthma!" Tu Jun slapped Yan Wenjing's hand away, "If she dies, how many cold cases will be left behind?"

Yan Wenjing gritted his teeth.

In all his years in the police force, he had never seen such a vicious woman.

He raised his hand and slapped her: "Don't worry, she won't die—Team medic, give her an injection, then feed her two pills—"

"No—don't mess around, what if you kill her?"

"Don't worry, Teacher Lin taught us: as long as she has one breath left, she can be saved—"

Tu Jun fell silent.

Two doctors carried medical kits, one giving an injection, the other unwrapping a medicine box.

Looking at the familiar English letters, Wang Chun's heart sank to the bottom.

Mepolizumab, Deucravacitinib—why were the Police so familiar with her medical condition?

She took a sharp breath: "Captain, I know you!"

Yan Wenjing glanced coldly at Wang.

Beijing was only so big, and there were only so many departments in charge of Cultural Relics cases; nine out of ten Cultural Relics traffickers knew him.

Wang Chun struggled to sit up: "What crime have I committed?"

Yan Wenjing paused, pointing at the overturned SUV, the crater just blasted into the road, and the corpses being lifted into the vehicle.

Extremely wicked and full of evil, you ask me what crimes you have committed?

"Then how did I get caught?" After thinking for a moment, Wang shook his head again: "What I want to ask is, how did you find me?"

Yan Wenjing gave a cold laugh: "Did you think you were playing with high technology?"

Satellite phone, video call, TD—A Experimental Network.

You were even afraid of the signal being tracked, not daring to stop the car.

But why didn't you think about this: all these high technologies rely on the infrastructure of state departments?

"Wang Chun, what you want to ask is: has Song Qiu already confessed? Otherwise, why would we know that you are not you?"

Hearing the name "Song Qiu," Wang Chun shuddered, her face turning pale to the naked eye.

It was impossible for Song Qiu to confess; even if she died, she would never confess.

But she only turned herself in at night, just at the crack of dawn, and the Police had already locked onto her?

Biting her tongue hard, the pain clearly transmitted to her brain, Wang Chun forced herself to calm down.

One clue after another, one doubt after another, Floating through her mind.

It wasn't Qi Song, nor was it Qi Hao; they had never met Song Qiu, let alone known about Song Qiu.

Was it Cuiqin? No, it wasn't her either.

For the Police to have such a large formation, even deploying the SWAT Detachment, it must have been reported in advance. Even if approved as quickly as possible, it would still take twenty-four hours.

Ten minutes ago, Cuiqin was still on the phone with her.

And there were only five people who knew about Song Qiu: her son, her daughter, Cuiqin, herself, and Song Qiu—

Wang Chun racked her brains, but could not sort out a single clue.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed her mind, and she remembered those few sentences that man surnamed Lin said: Whether your surname is Song or Wang, there is not much difference.

Wang Zhiguo, we will meet soon, believe me, very soon—

"Clink," the Needle pierced into her flesh, and Wang Chun trembled.

The team doctor held the medicine in one hand and a cup of water in the other; Wang Chun opened her mouth mechanically.

The pill was fed in, and the familiar taste spread between her lips and teeth.

Suddenly, Wang Chun gave a start: "Who is Teacher Lin?"

Yan Wenjing was stunned for a moment, a strange smile appearing on his face.

Wang Chun had a sudden flash of insight, her features twisted, and the veins on her forehead bulged one by one: "It's him—

The one in the basement is him!"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Yan Wenjing waved his hand, "Take her away—"