dmims Chapter 57 Gunshots Ring Out in the Street, Hardcore Physical Braking
Chapter 57 Gunshots Ring Out in the Street, Hardcore Physical Braking
The rain was still falling, mixed with the smell of diesel and blood, turning the asphalt road into an abstract picture of carnage.
Outside the police cordon, flashing police lights shattered the darkness.
Qi Tongwei loosened Chen Hai's collar, letting the once-spirited anti-corruption bureau chief slide down the front of the Santana and sit in the mud. Chen Hai's glasses were half broken, and his gaze was blankly fixed on the overturned Steyr truck, its huge rubber tires still spinning in the air, emitting a low "humming" sound, as if mocking the fragility of mortals.
"Zhao Donglai." Qi Tongwei turned around without looking at Chen Hai again. His voice was not loud, but it pierced through the rain.
"Here!" Zhao Donglai wiped the rain off his face and strode over.
"Drag the one who's still alive over here."
"yes!"
Two SWAT officers dragged a blood-soaked man from the mangled driver's cab like a dead dog. The man's left leg was clearly broken, twisted at a bizarre angle, and he was screaming like a pig being slaughtered, reeking of alcohol.
"No...don't kill me...I was drunk...I'll pay for it..." The driver was thrown at Qi Tongwei's feet, his face covered in snot, tears, and blood, shivering in the cold night. "Officer, I really didn't mean to...the brakes...the brakes failed..."
Commonly used tactics.
Drunk driving, mechanical failure, and operational error.
As long as you stick to these three points, and with a powerful figure pulling strings behind the scenes, you'll only get a three- to five-year sentence at most. After you get out, you'll collect your resettlement allowance and be a hero again.
Qi Tongwei looked down at him, his gaze not like that of someone looking at a person, but rather like that of someone looking at a pile of garbage about to be cleaned up.
He slowly crouched down, pulled the Type 92 pistol from his waist, and with a "click," loaded a bullet.
The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed directly against the driver's forehead, silencing his scream.
"Drunk on drinks?" Qi Tongwei's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Brakes failed?"
The driver felt a bone-chilling cold on his forehead, his pupils contracted sharply, and his teeth chattered: "B-Brother...Officer...this is against the rules..."
"Rules?" Qi Tongwei chuckled, his finger slowly pulling the trigger until the firing pin was at the critical point of firing. "In Handong, my word is law."
I'm giving you two choices.
"First, keep pretending to be drunk. I'll shoot you dead on the spot right now on charges of 'committing a terrorist attack.' I've already prepared the report: 'The criminal resisted arrest with a weapon and attempted to detonate a vehicle.'"
The driver's crotch was instantly soaked, and a pungent odor filled the air.
"Second, shut your mouth and rot in jail. When you remember who told you to hit him, come begging me for a way out."
Qi Tongwei stood up, put away his gun, and moved with fluid, effortless movements.
"Take him away. Put him in solitary confinement, no lawyer, no family members. Anyone who dares to pass a note, write down their name, we'll investigate them all."
"Yes!" Zhao Donglai waved his hand, and several special police officers roughly lifted the terrified driver onto the armored vehicle.
Just then, several white police motorcycles roared in, followed by an accident investigation vehicle.
A portly second-level police inspector came running up, panting. He glanced at the scene, his brow furrowed. "Director Qi? This...this is a traffic accident, isn't it? Why is the SWAT team involved? This isn't proper procedure; it should be handled by our traffic police detachment..."
"A traffic accident?" Qi Tongwei interrupted him, his gaze sweeping coldly over the deputy head of the traffic management bureau.
"Premeditated murder, armed attack, endangering public safety." Qi Tongwei uttered these twelve words, each one like a nail driven into the ground. "Is this a criminal case, or a major attempted terrorist attack?"
"But..." the deputy captain wiped his sweat, "this is clearly caused by drunk driving..."
"Which eye of yours saw drunk driving?" Qi Tongwei took a step closer, unleashing the murderous aura he had honed on the border. "The front of the car was reinforced with welded I-beams, the two vehicles coordinated a pincer attack, and the traffic lights were deliberately controlled. You call that drunk driving? What, are you trying to say it's a coincidence? Or are you trying to vouch for these people?"
The deputy branch captain turned pale at the weight of the accusation and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no! Director Qi, you've misunderstood. I was just following procedure..."
"If you don't dare, then get out of here." Qi Tongwei pointed to the police tape in the distance. "Seal off the scene and clean it up. As for the case, the Municipal Criminal Investigation Division has taken over. Any objections?"
"No...no objection."
The deputy branch captain dared not object. Tonight, Qi Tongwei was practically a living Yama.
After dealing with the smaller fry, Qi Tongwei turned around, his gaze passing over the wall of people and precisely landing on a dark alley across the street.
There was an inconspicuous black Passat parked there. The window was rolled down a crack, and a pair of eyes were watching everything.
[System notification: An enemy observer has been detected.]
[Identity confirmed: Zhao family assassin, codename "Old Black".]
Qi Tongwei did not order the arrest.
Catching an informant is pointless; you can't get anything out of such a person, and it might even alert the enemy.
What he wants is to spread fear.
Qi Tongwei raised his hand, pointed towards the Passat, and slowly extended his thumb, making a "beheading" gesture on his own neck.
In the rainy night, his actions were arrogant and domineering, with undisguised provocation.
Like a startled rabbit, the Passat rolled up its windows abruptly, roared its engine, and swerved to escape, even crashing into a roadside trash can.
"Oh."
Qi Tongwei sneered, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
Smoke swirled and rose amidst the rain.
He walked over to Chen Hai, who was still sitting in the mud, and extended a hand.
"Can you still stand up?"
Chen Hai looked up, his face, which was always etched with justice and principle, now filled with confusion and a sense of brokenness. He looked at his old classmate, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, and at the hand reaching out to him.
That was the hand that pulled him out of hell, but it was also a hand stained with violence.
"Tongwei..." Chen Hai's voice was hoarse, tinged with a sob, "If you hadn't come tonight..."
"If I hadn't come, I would have sent you the biggest wreath at your memorial service tomorrow." Qi Tongwei pulled Chen Hai up with such force that he almost crushed Chen Hai's hand bones.
"Hai Zi, wake up." Qi Tongwei patted Chen Hai's mud-stained police uniform, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a low voice like a devil's, "There aren't so many black and white things in this world. If you want to uphold justice, you first need to be alive."
"That car..." Chen Hai pointed to the departing Passat, "Do you know who it was?"
"I know." Qi Tongwei took a deep drag on his cigarette, the sparks flickering between his fingertips. "Go back and tell Hou Liangping to stop investigating this rubbish, trivial account. If you want to break this deadlock, keep an eye on that 'Shanshui Group.' But remember, don't be a fool and run headlong into the line of fire again."
After saying that, Qi Tongwei turned and walked towards his Audi, where Zhao Donglai had already opened the door.
"Tongwei!" Chen Hai called out from behind him, "Where are you going?"
Qi Tongwei paused, but did not turn around.
"If someone invites me for tea, I have to reciprocate."
He got into the car and slammed the door shut.
The Audi started up, its headlights piercing the darkness like a tiger unleashed from its cage, speeding off in the opposite direction of the fleeing Passat—to the Mountain and Water Manor.
Inside the car, Qi Tongwei looked at the numbers flashing on the system panel.
[Dignity Points Calculated: +1500.]
[Comment: You used violence to defend your comrades' lives, and you also showed your fangs to the powerful.]
[Unlock new quest chain: The Snake's Seven Inches.]
Qi Tongwei leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.
Zhao Xiaohui.
Since you enjoy playing this "cat and mouse" game, I'll play a bigger game with you.
This time, however, I'll decide who's the cat and who's the mouse.
"From the East".
"exist."
"Notify that 'old ghost' that what I need must be on my desk by tomorrow morning." Qi Tongwei looked at the street scene rushing past the window, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "Doesn't the Zhao family like to gather intelligence? Then I'll give them a big gift."
"clear."
The night was darker.
The rain in Jingzhou seemed to be falling even harder. This rain could wash away the bloodstains on the ground, but it could not wash away the impending bloodshed.
The real contest has only just begun.