novelhk Chapter 180 Du Bozhong: I was terrified at the time
Chapter 180 Du Bozhong: I was terrified at the time
The light bulbs in the corridor were old and dilapidated, their tungsten filaments flickering listlessly inside their dusty glass casings.
The air was filled with a nauseating, mixed odor.
It smelled of cheap disinfectant, moldy paint, and freshly spilled blood all mixed together.
"Da, da, da."
The tactical boots made a very soft sound as they stepped on the terrazzo floor, like the sound of a feline's paws landing during a hunt.
Qi Tongwei walked in front.
He held the Glock 17 pistol horizontally, the muzzle cutting rapidly through the dark blind spot ahead as he followed his gaze.
Ye Cunxin followed half a body length behind.
The oversized men's white shirt, which had been completely soaked during the previous car chase, now clung to her like a second skin.
The fabric texture, which was not obvious before, is now excessively clear.
The black tactical vest underneath was tightly constricted, squeezing her two full, soft mounds into a deep, dizzying cleavage. With each movement of her raising her gun for alertness, the curves of her chest exhibited a highly taut undulation, each breath creating alluring ripples beneath the semi-transparent, damp fabric.
A few strands of damp hair clung to her slender neck, and sweat slid down her collarbone, eventually disappearing into the alluring depths of her collar.
"These cleaners are pretty quick and efficient."
Ye Cunxin glanced at her feet.
A body dressed in a white coat lay across the entrance to the nurses' station, with two holes in its chest, and blood was seeping into the cracks in the floor.
"To silence them."
Qi Tongwei didn't even turn his head; his voice was as flat as a straight line.
"Whether they are doctors or nurses, anyone who has seen Wang Wenge's true face must die."
"It's a long-standing rule of the Zhao family."
He stopped in his tracks.
Ahead is a T-junction.
At the end of the corridor on the left, a heavy iron door was tightly closed, and the observation window on the door was completely covered from the inside with newspaper.
That's the special care ward.
"system."
Qi Tongwei silently recited in his heart.
Eagle Vision is now activated.
On the retina, the originally dimly lit corridor instantly became crystal clear, and all the cover became semi-transparent lines.
Behind that iron gate, there were four red thermal imaging outlines.
The three men were standing, each holding a long, thin weapon.
A person sitting down, strapped to a chair, is trembling violently.
That's Du Bozhong.
There are guests inside.
Qi Tongwei withdrew his eagle eyes, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.
"Four."
"How do we divide it?"
Ye Cunxin tilted her head, the butt of her gun resting on her right shoulder.
This movement slightly deformed her right breast, pressing it into a breathtaking arc by the butt of the rifle, and her pert buttocks appeared exceptionally round and powerful under the tactical pants.
Two for each person.
After Qi Tongwei finished speaking, he didn't even count to three before he started moving.
"Bang!"
He raised his leg and kicked.
The seemingly sturdy solid wood composite door, empowered by the explosive force of the [Grandmaster-level Fighting Technique], was as fragile as paper, flying straight through the door frame.
"boom!"
Wood chips flew everywhere.
The door slammed hard onto a man in black inside. The man didn't even utter a sound before being slammed against the wall, becoming a photograph.
"Police! Don't move!"
Qi Tongwei roared.
But he had no expectation that these outlaws would obey him.
This was also meant for those idiots in the back.
"Damn! That's an idea!"
The two remaining men in black inside reacted extremely quickly, firing two bursts of fire with a single motion.
"Da da da—"
Flames spewed out.
The bullets hit the cement wall by the door, kicking up a cloud of lime dust.
Qi Tongwei performed a side roll, sliding in close to the wall, and repeatedly pulled the trigger of his Glock.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two gunshots rang out.
The man in black on the left, who was about to change his magazine, had a red dot between his eyebrows. He fell straight backward, knocking over a row of IV stands.
"Over there!"
The last remaining guy, who seemed to be the leader, roared and turned his gun to block Qi Tongwei's position.
Just then.
A white shadow darted in through the doorway like lightning.
Ye Cunxin.
Instead of seeking cover like a typical SWAT officer, she charged straight in with a wild and aggressive style.
Those bare, jade-like feet stepped on the ground littered with shards of glass and bullet casings without pausing for a moment.
The hem of her soaked shirt fluttered violently with her movements, revealing a large expanse of her flat, toned abdomen and a faintly visible V-line.
She suddenly knelt down and slid while running.
The delicate, porcelain-like skin on the inside of her thighs rubbed against the floor.
He leaned back, dodging the incoming bullets.
At the same time, the HK416 in his hand spat out a tongue of fire.
"Da da da da!"
A cloud of blood mist burst from the chest of the leader in black, and he was sent flying backward like a rag doll by the enormous kinetic energy, crashing hard into the filing cabinet behind him.
Glass shattered all over the floor.
The gunfire stopped abruptly.
The only sound in the room was the beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor.
"Your marksmanship has deteriorated."
Qi Tongwei stood up and dusted himself off.
He glanced at the leader who had been riddled with bullets by Ye Cunxin.
"Two shots would have been enough to finish it off, but you wasted four bullets."
Ye Cunxin got up from the ground and casually brushed her messy long hair aside.
This movement made the buttons on her chest taut, as if they would burst off at any moment from those two mounds of soft flesh.
She walked over to the corpse and kicked the other person's pistol with her delicate white feet.
"That's called suppressive fire."
"Who told you to run so fast? If I didn't hit you hard, what if you hurt my director?"
She turned around, winked at Qi Tongwei, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with a captivating charm.
Qi Tongwei ignored her flirting.
He walked straight to the center of the room.
There was an electric chair there.
A man who had been tortured beyond recognition was tightly bound to the belt.
His face was wrapped in thick gauze, revealing only one bloodshot eye and two nostrils.
He was wearing a hospital gown, which was soaked with sweat and blood.
"Boss Du."
Qi Tongwei pulled up a chair and sat down opposite the man.
The gun was casually pointed at the other person's crotch.
"How have you been?"
The man in the chair struggled violently, making "hoho" sounds in his throat, a sign of extreme fear.
"Looks like you recognized me."
Qi Tongwei reached out and ripped off the gauze from the other person's face.
"hiss--"
Skin and flesh included.
A swollen face, still in the recovery period, was revealed.
Although she had undergone cosmetic surgery, including chin reduction, nose augmentation, and even eyelid surgery.
But that sleazy streak in his bones can't be changed no matter how much surgery he undergoes.
It was Du Bozhong, Zhao Ruilong's former right-hand man.
"Officer... Officer..."
Du Bozhong's voice sounded like two rusty iron pieces rubbing together, dry and harsh.
"Help me...help me..."
"Save you?"
Qi Tongwei sneered, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
The smoke sprayed onto Du Bozhong's ugly face.
"Were those people sent by Zhao Ruilong, or by your new master?"
Du Bozhong's pupils suddenly contracted.
"I...don't know..."
"I'm a mental patient... I'm Dean Wang Wenge..."
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
Du Bozhong instantly had a bloody hole in his thigh.
"ah--!!!"
The screams nearly blew the roof off.
"It seems we need to get to know each other again."
Qi Tongwei blew away the smoke from the gun barrel, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
"I am Qi Tongwei."
"I have already arrested Zhao Lichun."
"The entire Handong region is looking for you now."
You have two choices.
"First, continue to play the fool. I'll grant your wish now and send you to meet the real King of Hell."
"Second, hand over what you've hidden."
Du Bozhong was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and his face was covered in snot and tears.
He stared intently at Qi Tongwei.
This young department head is even more ruthless and wicked than rumored.
"I...I told you...can you guarantee I won't die?"
Du Bozhong asked, trembling.
You have no right to bargain.
Ye Cunxin walked over.
She sat directly on the desk next to her, her two long, slender legs crossed and swaying in the air.
The collar of her soaked shirt was open, revealing a large expanse of smooth, white skin and a deep cleavage.
She fiddled with a military knife in her hand, the tip of the blade dancing rapidly between her fingers.
"However, if you cooperate well..."
"I can consider letting you die a quick death."
"or……"
She leaned down, her exquisitely beautiful face close to Du Bozhong's, exuding a deadly fragrance.
"Should we hand you over to those guys' accomplices?"
"You should know that the Zhao family has far more sophisticated methods for dealing with traitors than we do."
Du Bozhong shuddered.
He remembered Zhao Ruilong's perverted basement and the screams that followed.
"I'll talk... I'll talk..."
"The thing...the thing is in that safe..."
He pointed with a trembling chin to a huge filing cabinet in the corner.
"There's a USB drive inside."
"It's a backup of the dashcam footage..."
"And...and there's another recording..."
"What recording?"
Qi Tongwei stood up and walked to the filing cabinet.
"It was...it was the recording of Zhao Ruilong calling me back then...asking me to run over Chen Hai..."
Du Bozhong was panting heavily, as if he was about to cough up his lungs.
"I had a backup plan... I knew I couldn't trust these people..."
Qi Tongwei's finger stopped on the combination keypad of the safe.
recording.
Direct evidence.
If we can get this, we can not only confirm that Zhao Ruilong hired someone to commit murder, but also completely nail that old fox Zhao Lichun to the pillar of shame.
"password."
"7……4……8……9……"
"drop."
The green light comes on.
The heavy steel cabinet door popped open.
It was filled with cash and gold bars, but in one of the top compartments, a black waterproof bag lay quietly.
Qi Tongwei took the bag and opened it.
A USB flash drive and a voice recorder.
【Ding! 】
[Congratulations, host, on completing the key side quest: The Last Witness.]
[Reward Obtained: Special Skill [Vehicle Driving (God-Level)]]
[Item obtained: 1 adrenaline injection.]
Qi Tongwei put the things in his pocket and turned to look at Du Bozhong.
"You're smart to know what's good for you."
"Walk."
He waved to Ye Cunxin.
"Then what about him?"
Ye Cunxin jumped off the table and straightened her slightly exposed neckline.
The movement caused the soft flesh on his chest to tremble, making Du Bozhong's eyes widen in disbelief, but the next second, he was overwhelmed by immense fear.
"Take it with you."
"He's a living witness."
Qi Tongwei had just finished speaking.
His personal communicator suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
That was Zhao Donglai's emergency frequency.
connected.
"Director! Something's happened!"
Zhao Donglai's voice was filled with barely concealed anxiety, and the background noise was filled with the sounds of people and police sirens.
"What's wrong?"
Qi Tongwei frowned slightly.
"The Iwata City Police Department has mobilized!"
"I don't know who gave the order, but the Yantai City Public Security Bureau dispatched two detachments of special police officers, as well as personnel from the Armed Police detachment!"
"They've blocked off all the roads leading to the mental hospital!"
"The reason is... there are terrorists taking hostages inside!"
"They mistook us for terrorists!"
Qi Tongwei sneered.
terrorist?
What a huge hat!
It seems that the waters of Yantai are deeper than I imagined.
Besides Zhao Lichun, there are others taking advantage of the situation.
or……
Someone wants to bury everyone here together.
"understood."
Qi Tongwei hung up the phone.
He glanced out the window.
It was completely dark.
The downpour finally began, with large raindrops pounding against the glass, making a pattering sound.
In the distance, red and blue police lights could be faintly seen flashing, forming a long line that was advancing in this direction.
"You've been made into dumplings?"
Ye Cunxin walked to the window and peeked through a corner of the curtain.
There was no sign of panic on her face; instead, she showed a flush of excitement.
She turned around and leaned against the windowsill.
The soaked white shirt was almost transparent under the light, revealing a black vest underneath that accentuated a breathtakingly alluring figure.
She stuck out her tongue and licked her dry lips, her eyes blazing with fire.
"Director Qi."
"Looks like tonight's date is going to be really exciting."
Are you scared?
Qi Tongwei lifted Du Bozhong off the chair like he was lifting a dead dog.
He injected the adrenaline directly into Du Bozhong's thigh.
"ah--"
Du Bozhong let out a miserable cry, but then his spirits lifted, and he regained a lot of strength from his previous half-dead state.
"Go by yourself."
Qi Tongwei reloaded the Glock and tucked it back into his waistband.
He walked up to Ye Cunxin and reached out to help her button up one of the buttons on her collar.
Fingers traced the smooth collarbone, their breaths mingling.
"I said that."
"The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my dictionary."
Qi Tongwei grabbed Ye Cunxin's slender yet powerful waist and pulled her into his arms.
Two burning hot bodies collided.
Ye Cunxin let out a soft moan, and her long legs naturally hooked around Qi Tongwei's waist.
"God-level driving skills..."
Qi Tongwei looked at the woman in his arms, a wild and arrogant smile spreading across his lips.
"Let's go for a drive."
"Let these bumpkins from Yantai see what they're made of."
"What is... true speed and passion?"
……
Five minutes later.
"boom--!!!"
The door to the underground parking garage of the mental hospital was suddenly kicked open.
The black Wrangler roared into the downpour like a monster bursting out of hell.
On the roof of the car.
Du Bozhong was tightly strapped to the luggage rack with a belt, a smelly sock stuffed in his mouth, shivering in the wind and rain.
Inside the driver's cab.
Qi Tongwei jerked the steering wheel, and the car drew a perfect drift corner on the muddy road.
Ye Cunxin sat in the passenger seat, her HK416 extended out the window.
"Da da da da—"
They fired a burst of warning shots at the police car blocking the road ahead.
"Get out of my way if you don't want to die!"
She laughed loudly in the wind and rain, her soaked shirt fluttering in the gale like a flag of war.
Night on the rocky outcrop.
It was completely boiling over.