Chapter 307 Intercept
The assistant argued, "They belong to Manager Zhao's security guards, assigned by the company. Why can't they be taken with him? If anything happens to Manager Zhao, can you bear the responsibility?"
Peregrine Falcon remained unmoved, his tone cold and merciless: "That's true in the central city, but when carrying out transportation missions, all individuals are part of the transportation team's defense force, even Director Zhao himself. However, considering his physical condition, I personally agree that he should go back.
If Director Zhao feels this approach is inappropriate, he can appeal to the head office via telegram. As long as the head office allows, I personally have no objection."
Zhao Qian stretched out his hand to stop his assistant from arguing. It would take a lot of time for the telegram to go back and forth, and as his physical condition became increasingly serious, he could no longer delay and had to go back as soon as possible. Besides, with Chi Duan escorting him, he should be able to handle most situations.
The assistant immediately understood what he meant, swallowed his dissatisfaction with Peregrine Falcon, and immediately ordered the special car to leave the convoy and stop at the back, and asked Chi Duan to sit in the car as well to facilitate protection.
The entire transport convoy drove forward in the billowing smoke and dust, and they turned around and headed back towards the central city.
Just twenty minutes later, when they were still some distance away from returning to the central city, a man suddenly appeared in the road ahead of the National Avenue.
Chi Duan couldn't help but straighten up and look at the man. This scene made him feel a little familiar. It was the same National Avenue, the same majestic figure, and himself sitting in the same luxury car. He felt as if time had been disordered at this moment.
Zhao Qian was lying on a chair at the side at the moment. He keenly noticed something was wrong and asked weakly, "What's going on?"
Chi Duan sighed and said, "Someone stopped me. Mr. Zhao, do you remember the last time you asked me to go to Yangzhi? It was this person across the street who stopped me."
The moment Zhao Qian heard these words, his expression suddenly changed, because he knew who Chi Duan was talking about. If it was this person, even if he was still intact at the moment, he might not be a match for Chi Duan even if he joined forces with him.
Chi Duan thought for a moment and said, "I can try to stop him for a while, but Mr. Zhao, you will have to walk the rest of the way on your own."
Zhao Qian said decisively: "This is the best decision."
Fighters are capable of running faster than vehicles in a short period of time, and it is not difficult for them to destroy the balance and equipment of a vehicle. So if no one goes up to fight at this moment, the opponent can easily overturn the vehicle. So hiding in the car and trying to avoid fighting is definitely not a good idea.
Someone must go down and stop it.
Chi Duan said to the assistant, "Take good care of Mr. Zhao." After that, he pushed the door and walked down.
Zhao Qian waited until his footsteps passed forward, then whispered, "Drive!"
The driver responded, quickly turned the steering wheel to the side, and increased the speed of the car.
Zhao Qian couldn't see the specific situation outside, but he could hear the sound of fists and feet colliding outside. When passing a certain place, the car body shook violently, as if it jumped, and after a while it fell heavily to the ground and stabilized. The driver and assistant's breathing became very rapid in an instant.
But soon, the car moved away from the collision sounds.
Zhao Qian felt as if the strange feeling in his body had disappeared. He regained some strength and took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to his assistant, saying, "Send this telegram."
This was a backup plan he left behind, but he didn't know if it would be too late.
After waiting for his assistant to send the message, he drank some water and fell asleep. He needed sleep to speed up his recovery.
However, it seemed that he had just closed his eyes for a short time when he felt the car slow down again. Zhao Qian was very sensitive to such changes and opened his eyes immediately. He noticed that his assistant was tense and seemed to be trembling slightly. He realized something and said in a deep voice, "Help me up."
The assistant quickly helped him sit up. Zhao Qian looked over and saw a car parked on the side of the road. A figure was standing there holding a long knife. A brown scarf covered the lower half of his face. When the wind blew, the scarf kept dancing.
The assistant was sweating profusely and said in a panic, "Supervisor, that's the uniform of the General Affairs Bureau. What should we do?"
Zhao Qian looked at the figure, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Send another telegram. Send out our current position and location."
The assistant quickly turned to the side and put on headphones.
Zhao Qian stared ahead. Although he had never actually met Chen Chuan, he had seen his photo before. The moment he saw that figure, he instinctively knew that the person standing in front of him was Chen Chuan. He thought for a moment and ordered the driver, "Go!"
"yes."
The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator, increased the speed, and crashed into the person standing there. In fact, he had just been thinking that when he met the fighter just now, it would have been better to just crash into him directly. Why bother getting out of the car?
Chen Chuan stood there quietly with the Xuejun Knife in his hand. Although this was not in the city, he could not watch the scene of the ghost story biting its target like Youxing did on the day, but he could feel from certain situations fed back by the ghost story that the destructive force this time was not small.
The return of this special car proved that Zhao Qian had suffered quite serious injuries, so he had to return to the central city.
Everything was just as he wanted.
And then, it’s time to end it.
Seeing the car speeding towards him, he did not dodge, but walked forward and quickened his pace. At the moment before the two were about to collide, he suddenly took a step to the left, turned around, and slashed the speeding car with the long sword in his hand!
Zhao Qian's pupils suddenly shrank and he leaned back abruptly.
The upper part of the car body was immediately cut open by the blade. When the blade cut through the metal protective plate, a series of jumping sparks burst out and spread all the way from the front to the rear end, almost cutting the entire roof!
When Chen Chuan passed the vehicle, he stopped and looked back. He saw that the vehicle became crooked after going a distance. Although he had intentionally let the driver go, the severed connecting column and broken window made it difficult for him to control the vehicle steadily.
At this time, he took another step forward, and everything around him suddenly slowed down. He leaped out suddenly and passed through the glass fragments still flying in the air. In an instant, he came to the back of the car, and bumped into it with his shoulder. The whole car suddenly lost its balance and spun and moved horizontally until it hit the roadside guardrail with a bang, and then it leaned there and didn't move.
Chen Chuan held down his hat with his hand and walked over slowly with a knife in hand.
Inside the car, the driver sat there not daring to move, watching the man in the right rearview mirror gradually approaching, his face full of fear. He now understood why he had to stop the car when he saw someone.
Zhao Qian was lying there. His assistant had fainted in the collision because he was not wearing a seat belt. Although he was seriously injured, he did not suffer any damage thanks to his physical fitness as a fighter.
At this moment, he fumbled around quickly and pulled out a freezer from under the car seat. After opening it, a gust of cold air came out. He took out a syringe from it, stabbed it into his neck, and injected all the scarlet liquid inside.
In just a moment, a surge of power filled his entire body, and he seemed to have regained his vitality. After taking a deep breath, he pulled the buckle on the top wall, and a two-handed sword fell down.
He grabbed it, then kicked open the car door and got out. He looked a little weak at first, but after getting outside, he gradually stood up straight and walked towards Chen Chuan.
He stared at the dark eyes above Chen Chuan's scarf. After a few steps, his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was, and then suddenly appeared in front of Chen Chuan and punched him.
But the fist was caught by a hand before it was halfway to the target. At the same time, the scabbard of the long sword suddenly hit the cheek, and the whole person was immediately knocked away.
He tried to adjust his body in mid-air, but his alienated tissues and internal organs were severely damaged, and he couldn't control his body at all, so he fell heavily to the ground and rolled a few times on the ground. Finally, he supported himself with his hands and stood up. He stared at Chen Chuan and thought, "Did you take the medicine..."
He originally wanted to take down Chen Chuan in one breath by relying on his third limit speed, but Chen Chuan actually followed his movements, which must have been because he had taken medicine beforehand.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, spat out a few broken teeth, reached out and raised the sword, and with a slight shake, the sword body came out of the scabbard with a side opening. He held the hilt with both hands, raised it to the side of his head, and pointed the sword body straight at Chen Chuan.
As Chen Chuan walked forward, he raised the Xuejun Sword, and with his other hand, he gently wiped it, and the scabbard flew out. He walked towards Zhao Qian with steady steps.
After Zhao Qian waited for him to get close, he touched the ground with his feet and moved forward. Halfway through, he lowered his head and held the sword with one hand. With a flash of sword light, he stabbed at Chen Chuan's face.
Chen Chuan raised the blade with both hands to test the opponent's attack, but Zhao Qian quickly pulled the sword back to avoid the blade, and then thrust forward with incredible speed. However, Chen Chuan's blade momentum was continuous, and at this time the blade was chopped down again. If the momentum did not change, he would definitely be cut down halfway.
Zhao Qian changed his tactics again, lifting the hilt of the sword with both hands and twisting his waist at the same time, trying to use this force to swing the sword to block the knife, and then use the force to spin the sword from the other side. If this attack is successful, it will be enough to cut Chen Chuan in half diagonally.
However, as soon as the weapons of both sides came into contact, he felt a force transmitted along the sword body. Any skill and force needed to be supported by strength. Without sufficient support from the alienated tissue, he was simply not able to block this force. Not only could the sword momentum he had prepared not move, but even the long sword was shaken away.
The next moment, he saw a flash of a knife, and his heart felt cold. All of a sudden, all his strength was gone. The strength that he had supported himself with the help of the medicine was rapidly dissipating. But before he collapsed, he felt his sight slowly rising.
After Chen Chuan stabbed Zhao Qian through with his sword, he grasped the hilt with one hand, raised his arm steadily, and slowly lifted Zhao Qian into the air. He looked at him calmly and asked, "Did you take Senior Shen's sister away that day? Where is she now?"
Blood continued to flow from the corners of Zhao Qian's mouth. He tried hard to curl his lips and reveal a malicious smile. "So that's what you want to ask? I won't tell you. You will never find her."
Chen Chuan suddenly became aware at this moment. He glanced behind him and found a man squatting on top of the guardrail on one side. The man was wearing a pair of protective glasses and a motor vehicle helmet on his head. There were two long and narrow blades on his arms, but they seemed to be fixed by the implants on his arms.
He turned around and saw the man grinning, pulling down his goggles, standing up straight, and looking at Zhao Qian. "You are my employer, right? Am I late or not?"
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(End of this chapter)
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