Chapter 52 Who Killed the Robber (Completed)...

When Yan Zhengchuan came out of the interrogation room, he could still seem to smell that odor.

It smelled of rust, urine, and decay.

The interrogation methods used by the Eguo people were simple and brutal, which he, a successor of socialism who was born in the spring breeze and raised under the red flag, found very unacceptable.

But as the person in charge, whose name was so long it was hard to remember, said, this is Oros.

They also had to rely on the other side to capture the remaining robbers, so even if they had a lot of complaints, they had to accept it at this point.

Yan Zhengchuan returned to the lounge provided by Efang. He pushed open the door and entered. Before he could even see the scene inside, he was greeted by a strong, almost overwhelming aroma of food.

A beat too late, and the lively commotion inside the house finally reached my ears.

"Whose chopsticks are these? Move them right away! This piece of meat is mine!"

"Did they write your name on the meat? If you call its name, will it answer you?"

"Don't grab it! There's enough for everyone!"

"Who took my instant noodles? There's hot water here, go make yourself a bowl."

"Hehe, sorry, I'm just so hungry..."

Yan Zhengchuan walked into the lounge and closed the door behind him.

"It smells so good, what are you all eating?"

Seeing that it was the team leader returning, the team members greeted him indistinctly while chewing their food.

"Captain Yan, you're back!"

"Captain Yan, come over for dinner. I saved you a can of food, unopened!"

"I still have a sausage here!"

Yan Zhengchuan looked at the messy pile of canned goods and instant noodles on the table; the aroma was coming from there.

He hadn't eaten all day and couldn't muster any appetite for the sticky meat sauce buckwheat noodles offered by E Fang. Plus, the interrogation room smelled bad, so he only started to feel hungry now.

Yan Zhengchuan sat down unceremoniously in the seat his teammates had vacated. He ate a few bites to fill his stomach, and only after his burning hunger subsided did he ask, "Where did you get this canned food? Did you buy it?"

Zhou Cheng said, as if to show off his achievements, "Didn't I go back to the hotel to get my clothes? I ran into Sister He, and she gave them to us, telling us to take good care of ourselves."

Even though the team members had already heard Zhou Cheng say it before, they still couldn't help but praise him when they heard it again:

"Miss He is such a kind and righteous person!"

"We owe our trip abroad to her help; she truly cares about her country!"

"Exactly. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also very loyal. You couldn't find a girl as good as her even with a lantern."

The team members who had never seen He Changyi before were filled with longing. One of them nudged Zhou Cheng with his shoulder and asked:

"Is the Miss He you mentioned married?"

Zhou Cheng looked him up and down, then exhaled through his nose.

"You? That's like a toad trying to eat swan meat!"

The other party was not convinced and started rolling up their sleeves.

"What's wrong with me? I'm a fine young man with a respectable job in the capital, how am I a toad? Back in my hometown, the line of people wanting to introduce me to potential partners stretches from Chongwenmen to Xuanwumen."

Zhou Cheng concluded with a single question: "Do you own a house?"

"...Not for now, but we'll have housing when the company allocates it later."

Zhou Cheng held his chin high, like a rooster that had won a fight.

"Our Sister He owns property in Beijing, and not just one!"

The other party was overjoyed: "Isn't that perfect? ​​I don't own a house, but she does. We're a match made in heaven!"

Zhou Cheng was furious.

"How can a grown man like you live off his wife? Don't even mention Sister He, I wouldn't even be interested in her. You should wait for your family back home to introduce you to someone!"

He turned and saw Yan Zhengchuan, and without thinking, said:

"Only someone like Captain Yan, with the best family background and personal qualities, is qualified to be introduced to Sister He!"

Yan Zhengchuan put down his chopsticks.

"You keep calling her 'Sister He,' but who knows who's older between you and that girl?"

Zhou Cheng tried to explain: "Sister is a term of respect, not an actual reference to old age..."

A veteran teammate who was familiar with Yan Zhengchuan joked:

"Captain Yan, are you trying to change the subject because you're embarrassed?"

Yan Zhengchuan stroked his chin and pondered:

"I don't know why, but this girl gives me a feeling of respecting ghosts and gods but keeping her at a distance. She inspires awe and makes me unable to have any evil thoughts."

Everyone: ...

Zhou Cheng said bluntly, "Captain Yan, if you don't like it, you don't like it. Why are you making such a big deal out of it, as if our Sister He is some kind of scary person?"

Yan Zhengchuan waved his hand.

"There's no point in talking to you common folk."

Amid the commotion, there was a knock on the door of the rest room. The team member closest to the door went to open it and, upon seeing who it was, quickly turned around and shouted.

"Captain Yan, that blond guy from Emei is here to see you!"

Yan Zhengchuan grabbed a clean handkerchief to wipe his mouth, straightened his clothes, and stood up.

The person knocking on the door was the blond manager, who also brought a Chinese translator from the police station.

Yan Zhengchuan casually invited the person in charge to come in and have something to eat. He thought the other party would definitely refuse, but the guy had sharp eyes and noticed the canned food on the table before speaking a sentence in fluent Chinese.

"A family living in a coal mine."

A strange, gentle, and secretive smile appeared on his face, like a secret known only to himself.

Yan Zhengchuan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh my, you can speak Chinese and you even know about the Jong-guk canned food brand."

The translator dutifully translated the person in charge's words to Yan Zhengchuan.

"This canned food is very popular in Mosk. One of his friends in Korea gave him a lot of it. It's a really great delicacy."

Then the translator added, "I've also tried this Jong-kook canned food. It's delicious, and my whole family loves it."

Yan Zhengchuan praised, "You have good taste. Come in, have some food with us, consider it a late-night snack."

He turned and ordered, "Get two pairs of clean chopsticks and open a few cans of food to treat our Ecuadorian colleagues."

Zhou Cheng and the others went to get chopsticks to open the cans, laughing and joking. The usually aloof and indifferent person in charge readily accepted the invitation and surprisingly skillfully used the chopsticks.

Food served as a bridge, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely harmonious, slowly melting away the ice between the two sides.

Taking advantage of the pleasant atmosphere, Yan Zhengchuan discussed with the person in charge the matter of escorting the criminal suspect back to Zhongguo.

The person in charge had received instructions from above and did not raise any objections. He simply told Yan Zhengchuan that since there was no extradition treaty between the two countries, the Emei police would not provide assistance publicly, and the investigation team would have to bring the suspect back to the country on their own.

Just as the two sides were discussing the specific procedures for the transfer of the suspect, suddenly, a policeman from Emirate pushed open the door and said something to the person in charge at a very fast pace.

Upon hearing this, the person in charge immediately stood up and followed the policeman away. Before leaving, he turned to the translator, said something, nodded to Yan Zhengchuan, and hurriedly left.

The translator said to Yan Zhengchuan, "I just received a notification that a Chinese man came to the police station to report a case, which is suspected to be related to the train robbery. The person in charge asked me to ask you if you want to come along?"

Before the translator could finish speaking, Yan Zhengchuan had already chased after him.

The person who came to report the case was a young Chinese man, pale and thin, wearing an extremely loose coat, and moving somewhat slowly, as if he were sick or injured.

Accompanying him was a middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face. His exposed wrists had deep bruises from being bound with rope.

The middle-aged man seemed terrified, trembling involuntarily.

The two were placed in an interrogation room. Before the police arrived, the middle-aged man whispered to the younger man:

"Why did you call the police? Do you think Russian police would save lives? I barely escaped with my life. If they find out you called the police, who knows what kind of revenge they'll take next time!"

The young man looked unpleasant and spoke in a harsh tone.

"Do you think you can hide and escape? You've hidden in the old wholesale market, but you still got caught. They're determined to retaliate, so even if you run to the ends of the earth, it won't help! You might as well tell the police and arrest them before they flee the country!"

The middle-aged man grumbled and complained, his breath coming in gasps of pain as the wound on his face was aggravated.

"The Emei police only know how to ask for money, they're not really capable of arresting people. If you pay enough, they might arrest someone and then release them. Look how powerful Jiang Long was, but he offended Ma San because he cooperated with the police, and I bet his hotel has already been robbed!"

Before he could finish speaking, the door opened and several policemen walked in. The middle-aged man quickly shut up.

But when he saw a familiar face at the back of the crowd, he exclaimed:

"Officer Yan? What are you doing here?!"

Yan Zhengchuan recognized the middle-aged man as Xie Shirong, whom he had met at the banquet for Jiang Long, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Who hit you? I just heard that your police report is related to the train robbery. Was it Sister Ma Sanhua and her gang who did it?"

Xie Shirong mumbled, "No, no... I just had a few words with someone and got beaten up..."

The young man, Xie Xun, refused to let the matter drop so easily.

“I called the police. He had been missing since the day before yesterday. When I found him, he was in a room at the Mobu Department Store, tied to a chair. I asked him, and he said it was the group of people from the train robbery who did it.”

Yan Zhengchuan immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

The person in charge also learned about the situation from the translator. Considering the urgency of the situation, it would obviously be more efficient for the Chinese police to directly question the person who reported the case.

He then stepped aside, indicating that Yan Zhengchuan should lead the questioning.

Yan Zhengchuan didn't stand on ceremony, plopping down in the main seat and sternly asking Xie Shirong:

Is what he said true?

Xie Shirong still wanted to resist.

"It is and it is not..."

Yan Zhengchuan glared at him and scolded:

"What do you mean by 'yes and no'? Yes is yes, no is no, why all this ambiguity! Xie Shirong, I'm warning you, you'd better cooperate with the police investigation, otherwise I'll put you in jail for interfering with the justice system! Speak now!"

Xie Shirong secretly glared at Xie Xun, but had no choice but to explain the whole story.

After introducing the traitor to He Changyi and Zhong Guolai, Xie Shirong became increasingly fearful.

Ma Sanhua and her gang were notorious bandits in Moscow. They frequently broke into apartments and hotels where traders lived to rob people. Some traders even had their passports stolen as soon as they arrived in Oros. They could only get their passports back after selling their goods and handing over the money to these people.

If they find out that I was the one who tipped off the police, they'll skin me alive!

Just then, Xie Xun woke up from his coma. Xie Shirong refused to stay at the hospital to accompany him, saying that the place was unlucky and would affect his fortune. However, he dared not return to his original residence for fear that Ma San would come knocking on his door, so he secretly moved back to the old wholesale building.

As more and more middlemen moved to the wholesale market, the once bustling wholesale building became increasingly deserted.

Sometimes, at night, only one window in the entire building is lit.

Xie Shirong thought he was safe and sound, but to his surprise, a group of people broke into his room in the early hours of the morning, dragged him off the bed, and beat him severely on the spot, almost beating him to death.

When they stopped, they grabbed Xie Shirong by the hair and pulled him up. He was horrified to recognize that the people in front of him were Ma San and Sister Hua!

"Officer Yan, I'm a good person! I was assisting you police officers, but I almost lost my life!"

Xie Shirong disregarded his pride and cried to Yan Zhengchuan, even rolling up his sleeves and opening his collar to show him the wounds on his body.

Yan Zhengchuan glanced at it casually and urged, "Continue."

After Xie Shirong was beaten, he was tied to a chair and tortured by Sister Hua, who demanded that he reveal who had eaten with Guo Jianglong that day and what they had talked about at the table.

Xie Shirong dared not hide anything and confessed everything, including Yan Zhengchuan's request for help from Guojianglong to investigate the whereabouts of Ma San's gang.

Ma San gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of 'cross-river dragon' is this? A mere old mudfish dares to mess with me. I think he's got too much life ahead of him! So what if there are police from within the country? So what if there's the Ministry of Public Security? Even if you add the Russian police to the mix, I'm still not afraid!"

That's what they say, but they can't stay in Oros any longer.

Sister Hua advised Ma San to lay low for a while. After discussing it, the group decided to rob a large sum of money and then escape to Europe. Their targets were the Ural Hotel, owned by a foreign tycoon, and the casino located in the basement.

Yan Zhengchuan pressed on urgently:

"Ural Hotel? Are you sure that's the name? When did they commit the crime?"

Xie Shirong said with a bitter face, "Officer Yan, how would I know? I know they wouldn't tell me... Anyway, they left as soon as it got dark. If Xie Xun hadn't come to find me, I'm afraid I would have starved to death in the wholesale market!"

When Xie Xun found him, Xie Shirong had a towel stuffed in his mouth and his hands and feet were tightly bound to a chair, making him unable to move.

If Xie Xun hadn't seen the news in the newspaper about the arrest of Sister Ma Sanhua's gang members, and hadn't been unable to get through to Xie Shirong by phone, realizing something was wrong and searching everywhere, Xie Shirong might not have been discovered until he was completely ruined.

Yan Zhengchuan stood up abruptly, his face ashen.

Ural Hotel!

He Changyi is staying at this hotel!

He told the person in charge, "The Ma San gang is very likely committing a crime at the Zhongguo Hotel right now. Please send special police to deal with it immediately!"

At this moment, the person in charge had finished listening to the translator's words and nodded to Yan Zhengchuan.

"I'll arrange it right away."

Yan Zhengchuan rushed out the door first; he had to get to the hotel immediately, not a minute late!

The pale young man's voice came from behind.

"Third Uncle, what else did you say to them?"

Xie Shirong's voice sounded somewhat unsteady, revealing a hint of guilt.

"Say, say what... what else can I say? It's just the same old stuff, I've already said it all..."

"No, that's not right."

The voices of the young people became more aggressive.

"How did Ma San recognize you? How did he know you brought the police to see Jiang Long? There are plenty of middlemen who have asked you to introduce Jiang Long to settle things. How did Ma San know that this person wasn't a middleman?"

Yan Zhengchuan stopped in his tracks.

Xie Shirong said, "He has informants, he said it himself. He was already watching the police when they were buying tickets at the train station in China, and he even sent people to monitor them at the embassy. Otherwise, how would he have known so quickly..."

Just as the person in charge was about to leave to arrange the arrest operation, Zhong Guo's colleague suddenly returned to the interrogation room.

"Xie Shirong, confess honestly, what else are you hiding!"

Yan Zhengchuan stormed up to Xie Shirong, who shrank back in fear.

"I...I really didn't say anything..."

Yan Zhengchuan was so angry he laughed.

“I discovered there were surveillance cameras at the embassy entrance a long time ago, so I moved my men to the Ural Hotel. You said Ma San knew I had met Jiang Long through informants at the embassy entrance, but I left from the hotel that day!”

Xie Shirong stared wide-eyed in alarm.

"Speak! What else did you say?"

Yan Zhengchuan slammed his hand on the table.

"explain!"

Startled by the shout, Xie Shirong blurted out everything he hadn't dared to say before.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, officer, I'll confess everything!"

It turns out that Ma San and his gang recognized Xie Shirong on the train. They came to find Xie Shirong not because he introduced the outsider to the police, but because they wanted to know the whereabouts of the woman who was traveling with Xie Shirong.

What they really want is He Changyi!

At that time, Ma San was knocked unconscious by He Changyi. Hua Jie jumped off the train with him in her arms, but the posture was wrong. One of them suffered a concussion, and the other broke his arm.

Ma San's own brother did not jump off the car; he died.

Ma San hated He Changyi with a passion. He had a chance to escape, but in order to find her and pay for her life, he braved the storm and sneaked back to Mosk, inquiring about her name and address.

But for some reason, this woman's story wasn't published in the newspaper, and her name wasn't found in the case files she bribed the police to steal; it was as if she had vanished into thin air.

However, Ma San and his group found Xie Shirong.

Xie Shirong cried his heart out.

"They forced me to do it, I didn't want to either! That long knife was held against my neck, almost cutting a gash. Let alone me, who wouldn't have said something back then?"

Upon hearing Xie Shirong's words, Xie Xun gasped for breath, his face turning deathly pale.

"I can't do anything about it. What can I do? He Changyi is a good person. She'll understand me eventually..."

Yan Zhengchuan retorted angrily, "Does she owe you something just because she's a good person?!"

Before anyone could react, Xie Xun stood up and punched Xie Shirong hard, knocking his face to the side.

"I should have let you rot to death in this wholesale building! Xie Shirong, are you even human?!"

Xie Shirong immediately got up and fought back, shoving the still seriously injured Xie Xun until he stumbled.

"You make it sound so easy. With a knife to your throat, you might be able to talk faster than I can!"

In the chaos, Yan Zhengchuan stepped between the two and shoved Xie Shirong aside.

"Enough!"

He glared at Xie Shirong and said to the person in charge, "This man is an accomplice of the criminal gang. Please lock him up!"

The person in charge had already learned what had happened from the translator, looked at Xie Shirong with disgust, and ordered his men to lock him up.

Xie Shirong panicked and begged for mercy:

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, Officer Yan, please forgive me for the sake of me helping you contact Jiang Long..."

Seeing that the police were unmoved, he hurriedly went to beg Xie Xun:

"Xie Xun, Xie Xun, I'm your uncle! I can't bear to see you leave without my help! Go find me a lawyer!"

Xie Xun looked at Xie Shirong with disgust and said, word by word:

"I will buy you a nice coffin."

Xie Shirong was roughly dragged away by two policemen. Yan Zhengchuan said to the person in charge:

"My friend is in danger! Those people are here to kill her!"

The translator told the person in charge, Xie Shirong, that he had betrayed a Chinese woman, and that the robbers might be retaliating against her. The person in charge nodded knowingly to Yan Zhengchuan.

"Rest assured, I have arranged the arrest operation. The special police are assembling now and will depart in five minutes."

Yan Zhengchuan couldn't wait any longer, but the person in charge told him not to act on his own for his safety.

He was extremely anxious, each second feeling like an eternity, wishing he could grab a gun and rush over there.

As he finally got into the police car, Yan Zhengchuan silently prayed.

He Changyi, please don't die...

The Ural Hotel at this time.

Screams filled the hotel as some tried to escape but were chased down and slashed by the robbers; others handed over all their belongings but still could not escape death.

The casino in the basement was in complete chaos.

Rubles, US dollars, and RMB were scattered on the ground like waste paper, left to be trampled on.

Ma San and his men robbed the casino of all its cash and the gamblers' valuables. Before leaving, they kicked over a gasoline can that they had prepared beforehand, set it on fire, and locked the door from the basement to the ground floor with an iron chain.

The Ural Hotel is in complete chaos.

Unable to fool He Changyi into opening the door, Sister Hua refused to give up. She somehow found a spare key and used it to unlock the door from the inside.

She sent one of her men ahead to scout ahead, while she hid behind, and just as the door opened—

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out in quick succession. The man stared in shock, then fell backward to the ground, blood gushing from the hole in his chest.

The gunshots attracted other people.

"Oh no! That woman has a gun!"

"Quickly, bring us our guns too!"

He Changyi did not stay in the reception room, but limped back to the more secluded bathroom.

Sister Hua ordered her men to stand at the door and fire into the house until the magazines were empty, only then did she send someone in to check the situation.

However, as this man stepped into the reception room, another gunshot rang out.

Sister Hua was first shocked, then furious.

"Damn it! Bring up the gasoline! If she's so capable of hiding and not coming out, I'll burn her to death!"

His men quickly brought up a can of gasoline from downstairs. He stood cautiously at the door and poured the gasoline into the house.

He Changyi smelled a pungent odor.

Without hesitation, ignoring the pain in her injured leg, she rushed out of the bathroom, hid behind the display shelf in the living room, and fired several shots at the person.

The man fell heavily to the ground, the oil can in his hand also tilted to the side, and gasoline spilled all over the corridor.

If they set fire to it, the robbers in the corridor would be burned before the flames could reach He Changyi.

For a moment, the remaining robbers were somewhat afraid.

Sister Hua was furious and roared:

"If you're men, get in there! She killed so many of our brothers, are you just going to stand by and watch?! There are so many of us, and she only has one pistol. I don't believe she can kill us all at once!"

After saying that, Sister Hua rushed into the house first.

Just then, He Changyi was about to change the magazine when Sister Hua rushed over, saw her, and saw the magazine in her hand.

"She's here! She's out of bullets!"

Sister Hua rushed in menacingly, knife in hand. They were too close; there wasn't enough time for her to change the magazine, release the safety, and aim.

He Changyi reacted extremely quickly, immediately throwing away the empty gun in his hand, grabbing the scissors on the display shelf, and hurling them at Sister Hua!

Sister Hua had already seen He Changyi's movements, but inertia prevented her from stopping.

Time seemed to slow down.

The sharp tip of the old-fashioned scissors pierced Hua Jie's neck precisely, leaving only the handle sticking out.

She stared wide-eyed in terror, made two gurgling sounds in her throat, touched the scissors, and collapsed to the ground the next second.

At the same time, He Changyi quickly picked up the gun from the ground, put the spare magazine in, and when the other robbers rushed in, she released the safety and fired a series of shots!

Caught off guard, the robbers were terrified by the gunshots and fled in a panic.

A violent male voice echoed down the corridor.

"Why are you running? Where's Sister Hua?!"

"Sister Hua is dead!"

"Sister Hua was killed by that woman inside!"

He Changyi's wrist was sore from the huge recoil that he could barely hold the gun.

Hearing the noise outside, He Changyi, disregarding the pain in her wrist, hurriedly retreated into the bedroom, locked the door, pulled down the curtains, tied one end to the foot of the bed, and threw the other end out the window.

However, the curtains are of limited length and are still quite far from the ground.

Just then, a heart-wrenching roar came from outside the bedroom.

"Sister Hua? Sister Hua!"

I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!

The bedroom door was kicked so hard it made a deafening noise, plaster fell from the walls, and the door frame teetered on the verge of collapse.

He Changyi tried to prop the bed against the door, but it was a solid wood bed weighing over 100 pounds, as heavy as a solid block of iron.

She braced herself with her feet on the ground, her muscles tensed, and the wound could no longer withstand the pressure. The stitches snapped, and the wound tore open again.

He Changyi was in so much pain that her vision went black, her grip loosened, and she collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, the latch of the bedroom door finally gave way to the external force and broke in half!

Ma San had already rushed in, his expression extremely ferocious. One hand was hanging in front of his chest, and his other intact hand held a knife. He approached He Changyi menacingly.

"I'm going to skin you alive!"

He Changyi sat on the ground looking up at him, as if she had been terrified and could only accept her cruel fate.

Ma San raised his knife with one hand and slashed down!

He was about to raise his knife to cut open He Changyi's stomach, remove her internal organs, then chop off her limbs, and finally cut off her head and hang it at the hotel entrance!

However, just as he was about to strike, He Changyi, who had been motionless, suddenly moved and raised his right hand, which had been hidden behind his back.

"Bang!"

Ma San paused, looking down in disbelief at the bloody hole that had suddenly appeared in his chest.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out.

Ma Sanyuan's eyes widened. The force of the gunshot made him stagger backward, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell backward.

He Changyi dragged his injured leg to his feet, knelt on the ground, and raised his gun again.

—Two bullets in the chest, one between the eyebrows.

Several of his men were a step too slow to rush into the bedroom, only to be met with the dark muzzles of guns.

He Changyi did not fire the gun, not because she did not want to, but because there was only one bullet left in the magazine.

Since being sniped during the October riots, He Changyi has developed the habit of counting bullets. Even in extremely dangerous situations, she never forgets to record the number of shots fired and the number of bullets remaining in the magazine.

These people didn't make a move for the time being, wary of the gun in He Changyi's hand.

He Changyi did not move either.

The stalemate did not last long.

"Attack together! There are too many of us for her to be afraid of with just one gun!"

He Changyi immediately raised his gun and shot at the person who was speaking, but it was too late!

The robbers pounced on He Changyi at the same time, and just then, two gunshots rang out from the front and the back.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

He Changyi fired only one shot.

Another gunshot came from behind.

When Yan Zhengchuan and the person in charge arrived at the Ural Hotel in a police car, the special police who had gone ahead had already surrounded the building.

A chilling silence.

The lights in the hotel were still on, but there was no one in sight and no sound.

Flames and smoke continued to billow out of the basement windows.

The first SWAT team entered the hotel armed with guns. After confirming it was safe, they gave a tactical hand signal to the others that they could enter.

Yan Zhengchuan rushed in impatiently, and the first thing he saw was the corpse on the ground.

The bodies of the two security guards were piled up in the corner, like broken dolls, with blood seeping into dark shadows beneath them.

As he went upstairs, he found several bodies lying face down on the stairs and handrails, stabbed in the back.

As you go further up, you see more and more corpses.

Ma San and his gang seemed to be venting their final madness at the Ural Hotel, both to get revenge on the intruder and to rob as much money as possible during their escape to Europe.

Yan Zhengchuan saw several familiar faces among the corpses; they were guests he had met at the hotel before.

Just a day earlier, they were exchanging pleasantries at a restaurant, where the other person enthusiastically recommended that he try stuffing hot steamed buns with cheese, dipping them in cream, and then sprinkling them with white sugar. They said it was so delicious that he wouldn't want to put it down even if he were to hit himself.

At the time, He Changyi even joked that this was a quick way to develop diabetes.

Things have changed, and people are no longer the same; we are now separated by life and death.

Yan Zhengchuan gritted his teeth, unable to restrain himself any longer. He bypassed the special police team that was still conducting the investigation and rushed to the floor where He Changyi was.

The person in charge shouted urgently from behind, "Danger! Stop him!"

But Yan Zhengchuan was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the top floor. The person in charge drew his sidearm, released the safety, and led his men to chase after him.

Before the eyes could see clearly, a strong stench of blood filled the entire nasal cavity.

The person in charge, with his gun raised to the side, cautiously approached the room at the end of the corridor.

The floor was covered in gasoline, and the wet carpet felt like stepping into a swamp when you walked on it.

Several corpses lay sprawled outside the door, face up, each with a bloody hole in its chest.

A little further in, there were several corpses lying in a mess in the reception room, some shot, some with a pair of scissors stuck in their necks.

The person in charge's expression grew increasingly somber, and his hand holding the gun became even more steadier. He signaled his men to guard the door, while he silently bypassed the corpse and walked into the innermost bedroom.

Yan Zhengchuan is right here.

He stood at the doorway, motionless.

The person in charge was puzzled and became extremely cautious, slowly approaching from the side until he could see the situation inside through the gap.

Inside the room stood an extremely strong man with mixed-race features, holding a gun in one hand and a black-haired woman held hostage with the other.

The woman turned her head to the side, revealing a familiar face.

How could it be her?

It shouldn't be her!

The person in charge snapped in an instant.

He charged forward, gun raised, muzzle pointed at the mixed-race man, and shouted:

"Let her go! Or I'll kill you!"

The mixed-race man immediately pointed his gun at the woman and even hugged her tighter.

"You're the one who should be careful, corrupt cop."

Yan Zhengchuan couldn't understand Emei language. When he saw the two men suddenly draw their guns at each other, and both sides were his own people, he instinctively tried to mediate.

"wait……"

The person in charge shoved Yan Zhengchuan away forcefully, his gun still precisely aimed at the mixed-race man.

His finger twitched slightly, and the trigger was pulled down.

—If you're fast enough, his head will explode like a watermelon before the other person can fire.

One sentence brought all the person in charge to a halt.

"Oh, it's you, Andrei."

He Changyi, leaning wearily on Alexei's arm, said:

"I'm so sorry, I should have called the police, but the phone line was cut, so I had to go myself. I'm sorry to have troubled you again."

She reached out her hand to Andrei, her slender fingers covered in dried blood.

The gun in Andrei's hand fell to the ground.

He strode forward, grabbed her hand, and tried to pull it away, but in the end he simply and carefully took it into his own palm.

Alexei's gun remained pointed at Andrei's head until He Changyi reached out his other hand and covered the muzzle.

"alright."

Alexei paused, then with a large movement, sheathed the gun and tucked it back into his waistband.

He Changyi said to Andrei, "I'm fine, I'm still alive, but it's hard to say about the others. I'm sorry, this will increase your workload."

Andrei could barely speak.

He thought He Changyi was safe.

He thought no police would notice her and the suspect wouldn't find her.

He's too arrogant.

Are you injured?

He Changyi turned his wrist uncomfortably.

"Fortunately, Alexei arrived just in time. He wasn't seriously injured, but the recoil from firing too many shots made his wrist uncomfortable, and the wound on his leg has probably come undone and needs to be stitched up again."

Without hesitation, Andrei knelt down on one knee, placed He Changyi's injured leg on his own knee, and gently rolled up his trouser leg.

The wound reopened, and blood flowed down the calf, leaving a long, wet trail.

And the blood was still flowing.

Yan Zhengchuan looked on in surprise as the usually aloof person in charge revealed genuine sorrow and lingering fear.

This is so strange, it's like an ice sculpture depicting human emotions.

Yan Zhengchuan couldn't understand Emei language, but seeing that He Changyi was familiar with the person in charge, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly connected all the strange things.

It turns out that the friend who gave him the canned food was He Changyi, as mentioned by the person in charge.

The person he wanted to hide in the case file was He Changyi.

“Officer Yan, I don’t think this counts as excessive self-defense, do I?” He Changyi suddenly said to Yan Zhengchuan.

Yan Zhengchuan wanted to say that it didn't count, but when he thought of the corpses he saw on the floor after entering, he hesitated for a moment before trying to leave.

Being shot in the back is one aspect.

More importantly, despite the extremely chaotic security situation, guns are actually prohibited in Eka.

Alexei glanced at him and suddenly spoke.

"I killed him."

He looked at Andrei again and repeated it in Ethnic language.

"I killed everyone, so why not?"

Andrei quickly bandaged He Changyi's wound with his small first-aid kit. He tried to take He Changyi from Alexei, but the other avoided his hand.

Andrei then stood up and looked at Alexei with a scrutinizing and hostile gaze.

Andrei only spoke after hearing more SWAT officers' footsteps outside the corridor:

"Yes, it's you, of course. So please let her go and cooperate with the police investigation."

He Changyi grabbed Alexei's arm and said urgently:

You can't go to the police station!

He has too many criminal records and a dirty past. Going to the police station would be like walking into a trap. She couldn't let him take that risk.

Alexei took He Changyi's hand in return and patted it reassuringly.

"Don't worry, I know the police station very well. It's nothing serious, it'll be over soon."

Unable to persuade Alexei, He Changyi turned to Andrei and said:

“You know I killed them, it has nothing to do with him, let me go with you.”

Andrei stared at her for a long time, then slowly shook his head.

"No."

He Changyi said urgently, "Andrei!"

At this moment, the special police had arrived outside the door. Alexei handed He Changyi to Yan Zhengchuan and then stretched out his hands to Andrei.

He said to Yan Zhengchuan in Chinese, "Please take good care of her, please."

Yan Zhengchuan remained silent.

As a police officer, Yan Zhengchuan should find out the truth; but sometimes, the truth can cause even more serious harm.

Yan Zhengchuan held He Changyi firmly, and finally nodded to Alexei as if making a promise.

"Don't worry, I'll wait for you to come out."

He Changyi tried to break free from Yan Zhengchuan's grasp.

"etc!"

Without pausing, Andrei handcuffed Alexei's wrists and had the special police outside the door take him away.

"Just cooperating with the investigation."

Andrei said, "He will be released after it is confirmed that it was self-defense."

He Changyi stared at him intently, as if she were getting to know this person all over again.

"Andrei, don't let me down."

Andrei forcefully took He Changyi from Yan Zhengchuan's arms, picked her up horizontally, and walked out of the room.

You won't be disappointed.

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Author's note: I'm so happy I can watch the military parade as soon as I wake up!