Chapter 342: I Must Kill Him

"Damn, this guy is so despicable!"

"I'm going to beat the shit out of him, I'll beat the shit out of him!"

"Chase, don't let him get away, don't let him get away!"

The enemy had many people, and the gap wasn't large either.

Lu Yang was quickly surrounded by the opponent's fast‑running guys.

But his body was agile; with just a feint he slipped past one person, then, as light as a swallow, dodged the tiger‑like pounce of two armed police.

Then, using a low crouch slide, he forced his way through a gap in their encirclement, got up and kept running along a small wooden bridge.

Six or seven armed police gave relentless chase, and ahead several guys blocked the road; Lu Yang steeled himself and prepared to jump straight into the river.

But he stepped on something slick and greasy, slipped, and almost stumbled and fell.

When he readjusted his balance, several armed police from behind had caught up and one after another tackled him.

Then came the ripping sound of tape and paper, and in terror Lu Yang was forcibly bound into a mummy by those guys.

But that wasn't the most disgusting part; the most disgusting part was that Lu Yang discovered the thing he'd accidentally stepped on, causing him to lose balance, was a lump of dog poop.

Barefoot, stepping on a half‑dry, not‑quite‑dry dog poop—what a feeling; Lu Yang almost vomited from disgust!

What a shameless thing, walking a dog and not cleaning up the feces, no sense of public morality at all!

"You're still damn fast, really like a possessed motorcycle, take him away!"

Yi Mao San huffed and caught up, gave Lu Yang a fuzzy chestnut, waved his hand and ordered them to carry the man away.

This time Lu Yang was truly panicked; he didn't want to attend the banquet at all, let alone drink the tea over there.

Seeing he couldn't break free, Lu Yang switched tactics and tried a dirty‑water‑fishing move.

"Listen to me, listen to me, you've arrested the wrong person; I'm not Lu Yang, he's prettier, more cultured, more talented than me!"

"I'm just a disguise, I'm the one used to confuse you, called Zhang Feiji, I really am called Zhang Feiji!"

"So, if you put me down, I'll give you someone else to vent on, okay?"

"Our company has a former Military Police, an annoying old recruit, a genuine ex‑white‑hat, and a lecherous Acting Platoon Leader… sob sob sob!"

Perhaps finding it too noisy, Yi Mao San shoved a torn rag into Lu Yang's mouth, blocking it.

Lu Yang was then treated like a big silkworm, being carried into a van.

Then a dozen big men got in, and the once‑spacious interior instantly became packed.

Lu Yang felt like a vacuum had been sucked out, squeezed from all sides, unable to move at all.

"Hey, chief, the mission is complete, we're preparing to head back."

"Don't worry, no violence, the other side was cooperative, yes, very harmonious, also pleasant."

"Alright, that's that, hang up."

Yi Mao San hung up, and the vehicle accelerated quickly.

Carrying the despondent Lu Yang, it sped away into the night.

……

It was late night, and the Mo Bu Sixth Company camp was silent.

At the gate, the road intersection, and the stairwell, a few diligent duty sentries stood.

Even though most sentries at this moment are spacing out, as long as they stand here, the soldiers in the Shushe lou can sleep soundly and peacefully.

In the company office, in the Company Commander's quarters, Ma Qing'an wore his exclusive SpongeBob eye mask.

His phone lay by the pillow, playing a Guo Degang crosstalk compilation; it's his sleep‑aid device.

But occasionally, the more he listened, the more excited he became, and the less he could fall asleep.

Just like now.

Because of the failed drill, Ma Qing'an felt a wave of self‑blame.

This also drove him into severe internal conflict and anxiety, affecting his routine.

After a long struggle, Ma Qing'an's calf gave an unconscious kick, a sign that sleep was approaching.

But just as he was about to fall asleep, the phone suddenly rang.

"Ah!"

Ma Qing'an, annoyed, lifted a corner of the eye mask and glanced at the phone screen.

Just as he was about to answer, the door was slammed hard; he, still grumpy, went to open it.

"What are you doing, not sleeping in the middle of the night? Do you have a problem with your brain?"

"Something's happened!"

He Zhen Tao hung up, his face panicked: "Lu Yang, he's gone!"

Ma Qing'an's head exploded with a thud, and his vision went black and heavy.

All at once, he almost lost his footing.

"How could this be? You, you went this afternoon, wasn't he fine?"

"The doctor said there was no problem, that he'd recover and be discharged—how can he just be gone like that?"

He Zhen Tao was also frantic: "I don't know either, the hospital called and said he's dead!"

Ma Qing'an's eyes reddened instantly; bracing the doorframe he managed to stand: "Wait a moment, give me a second? I can't accept this, a perfectly healthy person, and suddenly he's gone."

"How am I supposed to explain this to his parents, to his family!!"

He Zhen Tao was stunned: "Old Ma, what's wrong? He's dead, just find a way to bring him back, why are you crying?"

Ma Qing'an was also bewildered: "What? Didn't you say he's dead?"

"He's gone, the person disappeared, no idea where he went, even the stretcher vanished."

"Damn, you said the person's gone, I thought you meant something else!"

【61】 "What are you thinking, what's wrong with you? Are you sick, am I sick?"

Alright, alright, not talking about that—Lu Yang isn't at the hospital in the middle of the night; where could he have gone?

He Zhen Tao shook his head: "I don't know either—I was completely clueless, sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, when I suddenly got a call from the hospital saying only that the person was missing."

Ma Qing'an: "Could it be that he missed us so much he couldn't wait to come back early, just to give us a surprise?"

He Zhen Tao shook his head: "The hospital said his change of clothes, shoes, and personal belongings are all there—only the person is missing."

Have you checked the surveillance?

We checked; the surveillance malfunctioned, didn't capture anything.

Ma Qing'an ripped off his blindfold, scratched his head hard: "Where could he go at this hour?"

Suddenly, he and He Zhen Tao thought of the same thing, exchanging a doubtful look.

You think this kid could have sneaked off to that kind of place to wash his feet?

Quite possible; otherwise why would he be barefoot?

Isn't he being a bit too impatient?

That's how youngsters get when their temper flares—what do we do now?

Let's first go to the hospital to see what's going on; if he's still not back by dawn, then......

Then he might have spent the night there!

At the same time, Lu Yang had a black cloth over his head and was brought into a room.

The black cloth was violently pulled off, and the glaring white incandescent light made him unable to open his eyes.

Once his vision recovered, Lu Yang could finally see his surroundings—it was an office.

Before him stood three glaring armed police officers: one lieutenant colonel and two colonels, all in their thirties to forties.

Lu Yang guessed they were probably the local Armed Police Brigade Commander, Political Commissar, Chief of Staff, and similar figures, so he quickly forced an honest, sheepish smile.

Chiefs, hello?

You're Lu Yang, right?

I'm not.

You are.

I really am not Lu Yang.

You dare say this isn't you?

The Brigade Chief of Staff produced an Army newspaper, slamming the news photo of his commendation onto Lu Yang's face.

On the Army newspaper, Lu Yang's name, age, unit, etc., were written very clearly.

Even so, Lu Yang stubbornly denied it: "Really not me—the person in the photo is obviously much more handsome than I am!"

The three officers were amused by Lu Yang's stubborn denial: "Originally, we just suspected whether it was you who did that, so we wanted to ask you back to confirm?"

Now there's no need for that; the evidence is literally shoved in your face, and you still refuse to admit it—aside from borrowing ten people's guts, you couldn't pull that off!

Seeing the situation completely exposed with no room for evasion, Lu Yang lifted his chin: "Whatever you want, just say it straight!"

But I'll say this up front—I'm a first-class merit recipient, I'm injured, and I've been frail and sickly since childhood.

If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll definitely blame you and not let you go!

Oh ho ho, you still dare to extort us?

The three officers unexpectedly gave a cold, mocking chuckle.

We won't do anything to you; please come over—we just want you to help us with something.

Any benefits?

None.

Then I won't help.

You brat, stop being obstinate—this is the Armed Police Brigade, not your Iron Foot unit! You pulled that stunt, making our entire force lose face, and you still dare to make demands—you're rebelling!

Hmph!

Lu Yang lifted his chin, presenting an air of fearless resignation—ready to be killed or cut, heedless of orders, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

The three officers' eyes twitched; they never expected this kid to be so tough, but they still suppressed their anger and asked.

Speak up—what do you want? We'll try to fulfill it as long as we can.

Really?

But don't go overboard!

Let me go.

As soon as Lu Yang's demand left his mouth, the expressions of the three armed police officers opposite froze instantly.

The corners of their eyes twitched along with the throbbing veins on their necks; their anger was on the verge of losing control.

Can I beat him to death later?

I want to beat him to death right now!

Me too!

Lu Yang: "You three, why don't you fight each other first—winner faces me; can't have the many bullying the few."

The three: "......"

Where's my sword? My forty-meter-long great sword!

Don't stop me—no one stop me!