Chapter 330: Armed Police, Armed Police, Get Lost! (Bonus Chapter)

Liang Hao, just call me A Hao.

Yeah, it's Mr. M who asked me to come pick you up.

Yuan Fengxiang said, "However, regarding the matter with Kui Lang, I think you should still explain it to him yourself; after all, I'm just a worker, get in the car."

Liang Hao knew that Mr. M used to be Kui Lang's boss, and after getting in the car he asked, "Mr. M, what do you do?"

Yuan Fengxiang wondered, "You and Kui Lang are so close, hasn't he told you?"

I only know that he has a huge business in Cambodia; I don't know exactly what kind of business, Kui Lang didn't say, and I didn't ask.

Mr. M is a big shot; whatever money-making venture, that's what he does.

Yuan Fengxiang chuckled, "Hehe, but the boss's biggest line of work is still something that can get people a little addicted..."

Liang Hao: "A casino?"

Yuan Fengxiang glanced at the rearview mirror: "It's a drug den, the poison of drugs—aren't you startled?"

Not really; in this kind of place, it's obvious that gambling, prostitution, and drugs make money.

Tsk tsk tsk, perceptive—I think the boss would like you.

Why do you say that?

Because you know the domestic south well enough that even many police couldn't catch you, and you managed to escape. Your personality is also that of someone capable of great things.

So what?

So, we can cooperate and make money together; the boss has always wanted to expand business to the south, after all our country has a huge market population, basically demand outstrips supply—hahaha~

Liang Hao exclaimed, "But border anti-drug efforts, the Armed Police, and even the PLA are tough to deal with. Mr. M, with such a big appetite, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

Yuan Fengxiang waved a finger: "High risk, high return—no industry isn't where the bold get stuffed and the timid starve. Besides, the boss won't go himself; he'll find some lackeys to run it, and if they die, they die."

In this place, the one thing we're not short of is people; we pay others to take the risks, which I think is reasonable.

I remember now.

What?

You're the behind-the-scenes boss of Yuanbao Liquor who embezzled 120 million yuan from Guangling City and fled, Yuan Fengxiang.

Hahaha, ashamed, ashamed—you could actually recognize me? But... most of that money I've spit back out; otherwise I wouldn't be alive today.

Damn, who knew the troops would personally intervene; otherwise my life would be so much more comfortable!

Liang Hao looked at his grimacing, teeth-clenched expression and sincerely said, "You're a smart person; smart people live longer. But my situation is similar to yours—I also had all my plans ruined by a soldier."

Yuan Fengxiang laughed heartily, "No wonder I feel an affinity when I see you—we're both stranded wanderers. After I meet the boss, I must give you a proper welcome!".

A few days later, on the hospital bed of a top-tier hospital in the country, Lu Yang's finger twitched slightly.

Lying on the bed, he could hear the faint electrical hum of the equipment and estimate the rhythm of each drop falling from the IV above.

Although his body hadn't fully awakened, his perception of the outside world was stirred first and even slightly enhanced.

Breaking then building—what a great thing; this feeling of growing stronger with each battle is truly addictive.

However, in the previous battle he still had many shortcomings, especially in handling details.

For example, when attacking, he didn't have the habit of instinctively aiming for the body's vital weak points.

Although he knew that just shifting his fist a bit could kill a person.

But in intense combat, his mind often goes blank from excessive tension or external factors.

Anyone who's ever fought knows that in a fight it's easiest to get hot-headed, causing behavior to lose restraint and control, leading to actions like a mad dog.

So, if he had plenty of such training in daily life, even in a dire situation muscle memory would kick in before his mind, launching a fierce attack that could fell the enemy in one blow.

Besides that, in his fight with Kui Ge, Lu Yang made several mistakes; the most fatal and crucial was the moment he finally pulled a grenade from the opponent's body.

Grenades have a delay, usually between 1.5 and 2.5 seconds.

If at that time, after Lu Yang pulled the pin, he waited 1.5 seconds before throwing it inside instead of tossing it in immediately.

Even if Kui Ge reacted faster, he'd still be blown to bits, so there wouldn't be the later desperate resistance that let the Armed Police swoop in and pick up the scraps.

As for that final series of seemingly 'mighty' heavy-firepower encirclement, he was actually a bit unhappy, because by then Kui Ge was already half-dead.

His intestines were pulled out, and he bled profusely; even if he did nothing, that guy would still die from severe injuries.

Lu Yang never thought of himself as particularly magnanimous, since he was wounded, bleeding, and nearly lost his life.

Although he had already eaten the meat, he figured he should leave the others some broth; but thinking there was still such a big chunk of meat in the soup, he felt especially sorry.

If possible, Lu Yang even wanted to find the Armed Police chief to discuss it, to finally determine who deserves credit for this achievement.

His eyelids twitched slightly; Lu Yang's mental activity ended, and control of his body gradually returned as he slowly opened his eyes a slit.

The sunlight wasn't as blinding as he'd imagined; instead, it was soft and friendly.

His gaze shifted left, and two men in standard military uniforms stood beside the bed.

Lu Yang had never seen them before and didn't recognize them.

He had intended to speak, but unintentionally noticed the insignia and text on their shoulder patches were quite different.

Longguo People's Armed Police Forces!

These are two Armed Police?

What are the Armed Police here for?

They're not coming for that previous matter, are they?

Lu Yang quickly closed his eyes, pretending he hadn't woken up at all.

But his accelerated heartbeat caused the monitor to fluctuate, drawing the attention of the two Armed Police officers.

"Doctor, what's the situation?"

"Oh, normal; heart rate fluctuations in a coma are also common."

"Alright, I understand."

"How long until he wakes? We have some matters we'd like to ask him about."

Hard to say, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, anyway it's just these two days.

Okay, okay, thank you, doctor.

Lu Yang tightly closed his eyes, silently chanting in his heart.

Police police quickly move away, police police quickly move away......

Fortunately, the other party didn't take the opportunity to do anything excessive to me; it seems they just came to visit?

Of course, the premise of all this is based on Lu Yang being in a coma; if I woke up, it would probably not be the same.

With a pair of broken shoes clenched in his mouth, the image of being tied to a tree by a group of police and struggling repeatedly appeared in his mind, and Lu Yang's throat involuntarily gulped.

He didn't dare open his eyes, afraid someone would notice he was awake; but just then, the bedside rail beside him made a creaking sound.

Immediately after, a teasing voice came from Lu Yang's ear: "Don't pretend, kid, I know you're awake......"