The weapon by the pillow

Chapter 72 Instant Outfit Change! 5-Second Disguise! Executing the "Tanuki" Plan!

Cheng Jing was naturally very anxious.

So much so that her hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

As agreed, Cheng Tan should be in that dark and damp garage right now, finding the "things" she had arranged to be placed there beforehand—an untraceable encrypted phone, cash, a temporary ID card, an old-fashioned key, and an address written in code.

That was Master Zhou Zhigang's actual residence after retirement, and it wasn't even recorded in the city bureau's internal archives.

A place that is both absolutely safe and absolutely... dangerous.

Because they knew that the people there were either sworn brothers or sworn enemies.

Now it's up to him.

And I, here, will finish this grand drama of arrests and make it resound, so that all eyes—in the open, in the shadows, with good intentions, with bad intentions—will see the "established fact."

She had to catch these suddenly appearing "Type A" shadowy figures by the tail.

She needs to know who sent the knife, and what connection it has with Liu Li's "smile," Jin Dafu's tumultuous crimes, and the blood and secrets frozen in that room thirteen years ago.

The sirens still wailed mournfully. A dozen fully armed SWAT officers spread out in tactical formation, their guns firmly locked on the five masked figures trapped in the alley. Back to back, they formed a defensive circle, their movements professional and tense. They clearly hadn't expected that a seemingly certain "cleanup" would instantly turn into a desperate situation where they were heavily surrounded by police.

A tall, dark figure slowly moved his right hand toward the bulge at his waist.

"Hands off your body! Above your head! Immediately!" A sniper caught the subtle movement through his scope and shouted a warning through the loudspeaker. The red dot landed precisely on the shadowy figure's forehead.

The shadowy figure froze, its fingers stopping less than an inch from its waist.

He could feel at least three sniper red dots simultaneously locking onto various vital points on his body.

Cheng Jing glanced at everything out of the corner of her eye, a cold smile playing on her lips.

They are now just a group of trapped beasts.

She was more concerned about something else now: where were those people who were "observing" nearby?

Did the chaos just now and the sudden large-scale appearance of the police scare them away?

Or are they hiding in some more secluded corner, holding their breath and waiting for their chance?

She had to make sure that the message she was conveying was seen by everyone and believed without question.

"Behave yourself! Don't try anything funny!" Cheng Jing yelled at "Cheng Tan," who was wearing pajamas and forcing a gun at her. "Run! Run, you bastard! You haven't even had your lunchbox yet, you haven't finished telling me your story, and you think you can just run away... No way!"

The sound is sharp enough!

It was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear that the suspect, whom they had just brought back, was being "protectively escorted" by the police.

She shoved the other person hard, the movement rough, as if she had the ruthlessness of a successful hunt.

"Chen Ming! Come give me a hand! Cuff him tight! This kid's as slippery as an eel!"

However, Chen Ming did not answer this time.

……

Rewind a few minutes to behind the pile of debris in the alley.

Chen Ming felt very wronged, really wronged.

In the split second that Cheng Tan suddenly "escaped," Cheng Jing "accidentally" slipped, and everyone's attention was diverted by "Liu Li's" shouts, he heard Cheng Jing's command, though sternly low, utterly unquestionable, through his earpiece:

"Chen Ming! Behind the pile of debris! Ten seconds to change clothes! Five seconds to disguise yourself! Execute 'Tanuki' Plan! If you fail, go back and hand over your gun!"

Before he could even form a complete question mark in his mind, his body reflexively lunged toward the pile of junk where Cheng Tan had disappeared, before his brain could even react!

This is an instinctive trust formed through years of training and countless life-or-death partnerships—even if the orders sound absurd.

Behind the pile of clutter, dust filled the air.

Cheng Tan was frantically taking off his wrinkled pajamas, revealing a plain black T-shirt underneath. Seeing Chen Ming rush in, his eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace, speaking urgently in a low voice:

"Quick! Brother Chen! The clothes! There's no time to explain! Trust me! Trust Captain Cheng!"

Chen Ming gritted his teeth and didn't care about anything else.

As he quickly unbuttoned his police uniform, he imitated Cheng Tan by smearing dust and wall plaster on his face, habitually scolding in a low voice, "Kid! I don't know what kind of spell you cast on Captain Cheng, but you dare to take this risk that could cost you your head! Have you thought about the consequences of deceiving the organization...?"

"Brother Ming!" Cheng Tan had already taken off his pajamas, took the police uniform jacket and pants Chen Ming handed him, and quickly put them on. His words were as fast as bullets, "When you go out later, your eyes need to be panicked, your movements need to be clumsy, but you need to struggle! Make yourself as disheveled as possible! Remember, there are several pairs of 'high-definition eyes' watching! If we mess up, we might really have to go and hang ourselves with Liu Li!"

Their movements were so fast it was dazzling.

In ten seconds, Chen Ming changed into Cheng Tan's pajamas, and Cheng Tan put on Chen Ming's police uniform.

In five seconds, Chen Ming smeared his face and neck with plaster and mud, messed up his hair, and tried to imitate Cheng Tan's previous slick look, which was a mixture of fear, cunning, and despair.

Cheng Tan quickly pulled his police hat down to cover most of his face and turned up the collar of his police uniform.

"Get out of here!"

Cheng Tan whispered something, and Chen Ming, who was wearing pajamas, took a deep breath. His face instantly filled with an exaggerated expression of recklessness and fear. He scrambled out from behind the pile of clutter!

The timing was perfect, down to the second!

Cheng Jing "just happened" to turn around and saw "Cheng Tan" who had "escaped". A "fierce" glint flashed in her eyes. With a standard grappling move, she pinned him firmly against the car, pressed the muzzle of a gun to his temple, and swiftly covered his head with a black hood!

Everything happened smoothly and in less than twenty seconds.

Nobody cared. In the chaos, a blurry figure in uniform disappeared from view.

……

The cold muzzle of the gun and the rough fabric of the hood rubbed against his cheeks, and Chen Ming's mind was in turmoil.

He could smell the faint scent of gun oil, feel Cheng Jing's steady hand gripping the gun without trembling, and hear the approaching footsteps and shouts of the police. He began to "struggle," his body twisting, emitting whimpers that sounded like curses or pleas for mercy, revealing his genuine sense of humiliation.

"Cuff him! Take him back to the car! Keep a close watch on him!" Cheng Jing ordered the two SWAT officers who rushed over.

She pushed "Cheng Tan" towards them, then turned around, facing the core of the standoff in the alley again, and raised the megaphone:

"Final warning! Drop your weapons, put your hands behind your head, and walk out slowly! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures!"

Her voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, carried a hint of murderous intent.

Five masked figures exchanged glances. The taller figure finally slowly removed his hand from his waist, and like the others, slowly raised it above his head. They knew that with at least three sniper positions and more than a dozen assault rifles locked on, any movement would be suicide.

The mission failed. Utterly failed.

The priority now is to survive, and then... wait.

They began to follow instructions, step by step, stepping out of the shadows of the alley and onto the street blocked by police cars.