Chapter 527: Foster Father 6664

The atmosphere in the police car was very heavy. In order to avoid being "tailed," Hunter didn't even drive his own car.

The shape, color, and license plate number of that car had long been remembered by some people, and this wasn't any special secret.

As long as a few people were arranged to watch outside the police station, they would definitely be able to see his car coming and going.

To avoid this matter being known and discovered by Lans, he specially changed into a formal police uniform in the utility room on the first floor, and put on a wide-brimmed police cap—

When they reached the rank of police officer and above, the police force didn't have so many hard requirements for their attire.

And they could also find many reasons not to wear police uniforms, such as needing to contact informants, needing to collect intelligence, needing to look for clues, needing to...

In short, they had many ways to make themselves reasonably not wear police uniforms, plus the freedom of dress advocated by the Federation, so basically this had become a rule not written into the work manual.

As long as your rank was high enough, no one would care whether you wore a police uniform or not.

Wearing a police uniform and a wide-brimmed police cap, with the brim pressed very low, Hunter strode to the driver's seat, sat in directly, and drove today.

He didn't tell the others in the car where they were going or what they were doing, but because he was the director and the others were his confidants, they had no extra thoughts besides obedience.

The police car left the parking lot without alarming anyone. Hunter looked at the sneaky people outside the police station through the rearview mirror, and a cold sneer flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Then he started circling in the city. He wasn't sure if Lans's people had watched him. He had to make sufficient guarantees for the safety of this operation.

After shaking for half an hour and finding that no one was following him, he drove the car directly toward the outskirts of the city.

According to the young man's confession, his evidence was hidden in the suburbs, and he knew that location.

From the city to the suburbs, the atmosphere in the car was very heavy. Except for the sound of people using matches or lighters, there was no extra conversation.

By the way, there was also the sound of the wind.

The car soon came to the abandoned old train station at the very edge of the city and stopped.

With the continuous development of New Jincheng, the train lines were also constantly being adjusted. After having a route more suitable than here, this route and this station were completely abandoned.

Ten years ago, people still stopped here. After the new train station was directly connected to the pier, this place was completely abandoned.

The abandoned train station didn't look very big, but at this moment, it gave people a somewhat eerie feeling.

The empty platform was covered with various plants, and the glass on the ceiling, which was covered with moss, also blocked a part of the sunlight.

Only where there was sunlight on the ground would there be some plants.

And those places where there was no sunlight and were completely blocked were dead silent.

The rusty tracks and the steel-structured station gave people a feeling that couldn't be described. Standing here, there would be an inexplicable sense of space-time confusion.

That young man said he hid the things in a biscuit box, and that box was placed in the drawer of the duty room in the station.

Only then did Hunter tell the people around him the purpose of this operation. "We need to find the duty room, and there is a box inside."

"After finding it, don't open it, hand it directly to me. This is our task this time."

He looked at these people around him. "You are all the people I trust the most. After this matter is over, I will give you a better future!"

They all nodded one after another, just like when he defected to Chali, a beautiful future was also their motivation for defecting to Hunter.

A group of people immediately scattered. Hunter didn't know which room the duty room was. They could only search room by room, but fortunately, there weren't many rooms, and it shouldn't take long; they should be able to search them all before noon.

After they entered the station, two young men crawled out from a cement pipe that wasn't easy to discover.

"We don't have much time."

One of them was somewhat nervous. Actually, he didn't need to be nervous at all. There were others around. Even if Hunter rushed out at this time, they had nothing to be afraid of.

But sometimes, being prepared didn't mean not being nervous, just like the first time for boys and girls.

Clearly prepared, but still nervous. They had no need to be nervous at all, but they would be nervous.

A somewhat thin guy walked to the car, crawled under the car, fiddled for a good while, and then crawled out again.

After confirming again and again that there was no problem, the two found a place to hide.

The station wasn't big, with a total of twenty or so rooms. Soon Hunter and the others found an iron box in a room with a microphone.

The box wasn't very heavy, and shaking it, the things inside were indeed shaking back and forth, not looking like it had a bomb.

And it wasn't the kind of thick biscuit box. It didn't look very big, at most it could hold a notebook. Hunter was very careful. He stood very far away and found something to smash open the box. If it was indeed a notebook inside, then even if he used a stone to smash it, it wouldn't cause problems.

The box was smashed open, and a notebook indeed appeared inside. Hunter picked up the notebook after walking over, but didn't look at it immediately, because there were some people beside him.

He couldn't be sure if these people were Lans's people. He now needed a relatively private environment.

When people seek a private space in a strange environment, the greatest possibility is to choose an environment that can bring them a sense of security, rather than in a room in this eerie old station.

He brought his subordinates back to the car, but he didn't let others get in the car, instead letting them guard around.

He wanted to see what was written in this notebook in the car.

Confirming that others had dispersed, he opened the first page with full expectation, and then froze.

On it was a clown, and then a sentence "Fuck" was written. His brain stopped turning for a moment.

He subconsciously flipped backward, and it was all blank. This wasn't any account book at all; this was a trap!

In an instant, his head was full of sweat. He looked up at the wilderness all around, and it seemed that every place was hiding things that terrified him!

He was lured out. His heart began to pump blood crazily, his face was red and his ears were red, he felt thirsty, and panic dominated his emotions!

He couldn't even think about shouting for his subordinates to get in the car, and in this extremely short moment, he thought that these subordinates staying here might be able to help him block the pursuers!

Without any hesitation, he turned the key, started the car, and then stepped on the accelerator...

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Large chunks of glass kept falling from the station's ceiling, landing on some plants, but others fell onto the open ground and shattered into pieces.

The miniature world inside the station was destroyed and torn apart in an instant, but these falling shards of glass would eventually allow more sunlight to shine into the station, nurturing more life!

The few police officers standing guard around the car were also knocked down directly by the shockwave. They fell to the ground, looking back in disbelief at the car frame that had already turned into scrap.

There were no flames, only some gunpowder smoke, and Hunter had completely vanished!

Several cars suddenly drove out from behind the grass nearby. Some people leaned out of the cars, raised the submachine guns in their hands, and pulled the triggers at the police officers who were sprawled on the ground and had not been killed by the blast.

After circling the scene, the cars sped away, leaving behind only a bombed-out car frame, a few corpses, and a ground full of shell casings!

The news of Hunter being blown to death soon reached Lanse's ears. He curled his lips, "Understood, let's leave it at that."

He said this as he put down the phone, but soon picked it up again, this time dialing Bulu, "Come to my office."

About five minutes later, Bulu appeared outside Lanse's office.

"You came quickly. Would you like to drink something?" Lanse asked.

In reality, Bulu had not gone home for the past few days; he was staying at a hotel not far away. After returning, he couldn't help but think about which stage the situation had developed to and whether any accidents would occur.

So he found a place to stay near Lanse's office, and Lanse's call just now had been to the hotel front desk.

"No, no need, I already drank before coming."

His eyes were somewhat eager, somewhat expectant, and also somewhat uneasy, "... How did it go?"

Lanse looked at him, spreading his hands naturally, "He had an accident; the car exploded. If the forensic technicians are very skilled, there is a high probability they can find a part of him. As for whether they can piece together a complete part, I am not sure."

Upon hearing this, Chief Bulu looked as if he hadn't reacted yet. After a long while, his eyes regained focus, "I thought... you would have a gunfight, then an intense exchange of fire, and eventually you would finish him off."

Lanse nodded noncommittally, "The others did indeed die from close-range gunfire, but Hunter was the special one."

Bulu knew a few more details, "Then his family..."

Lanse smiled slightly, "They have no value anymore."

He paused for a moment, "Alright, let's not talk about these boring matters. Do you have any clothes that look more formal?"

Bulu was a bit confused, "I do..."

"Go change!"

He didn't even have the courage to ask why, running out of the office. Then, twenty-some minutes later, he appeared before Lanse wearing a very formal suit.

Lanse looked him up and down, walked over to him, helped him straighten his somewhat untidy tie, and said, "I am going to take you to see the mayor."

"Since Hunter is gone, we should discuss the matter of the new chief."

Although he had already had a premonition, when he actually heard these words, Bulu suddenly had the urge to kowtow to Lanse!

He clenched his fists, not even realizing that his voice was trembling so much!

"Okay!"

(End of chapter)