The flames rushed towards the bench soaked in fuel oil like a vicious beast. In an instant, tongues of flame surged and heat waves and thick smoke rushed towards the face.
Zhao Wei's pupils suddenly shrank. He grabbed the yellow-haired man and rolled over to avoid the flames. The wall behind him was instantly burned black.
Captain Zhou's hand holding the gun was trembling due to the thick smoke, and he shouted at the team members: "Put out the fire first! Don't let him get away!"
Liu Zhiqing took the opportunity to throw the canvas bag towards the crowd, and a more fierce fire rose up wherever the dark red liquid splashed.
He turned around and smashed the glass of the fire hydrant, picked up the fire extinguisher and sprayed it at Zhao Wei. The white powder obscured everyone's vision.
Zhao Wei fumbled to pull the trigger on the slingshot, and the steel ball flew past Liu Zhiqing's ear and shattered the emergency light at the end of the corridor.
"Want to catch me? Maybe in the next life!"
Liu Zhiqing kicked open the fire door while laughing wildly. The coughing sounds and sirens in the corridor mixed together.
Captain Zhou wiped the powder off his face and saw a half-burned canvas deliberately left by Liu Zhiqing at the corner of the stairs - on it was the outline of a map where the smuggled goods were hidden, outlined in blood.
In the ward, Liu Xiaoyu twitched violently in the explosion, and her bloody fingers tightly grasped the corner of Zhao Wei's clothes: "Don't let him... get the things..."
The yellow-haired man fell to the ground, covering his burned arm, and muttered to himself as he looked at the mess on the ground.
"What on earth does this lunatic want to do?"
Zhao Wei stared at the mess on the ground, and the old scar on his palm throbbed - he knew that this battle about smuggling, revenge and secrets had just begun.
Captain Zhou squatted down and picked up the half-burned canvas with the tip of his pen. Sparks suddenly flew from the charred edge, burning a small hole in his cuff.
"Notify the technical department and screen out all the escaped destinations."
When he stood up, he kicked away the deformed garbage at his feet and said angrily: "This guy is too cruel, hey...how could this happen!"
Mingming was just an ordinary scholar, but when he went to the countryside and came back, he became like a devil.
All I can say is that the other party is too crazy and cannot be treated with common sense.
The fire door at the end of the corridor suddenly creaked, and everyone turned their guns towards the source of the sound.
Zhao Wei raised his hand to signal for everyone to stay calm, and took out a searchlight from his waist and scanned the area - there was something different in the puddles of water from the firefighting on the ground.
He squatted down and rubbed his fingertips over the dark red blood that had solidified on the edge of the footprints. "Blood mixed with turpentine leaked out of his canvas bag."
"Who are the family members? Something is wrong with Liu Xiaoyu in bed 42!"
The nurse suddenly rushed out of the ward, her mask soaked with blood.
When Zhao Wei rushed into the ward, the ECG monitor was making a long, shrill sound. Veins on Liu Xiaoyu's neck bulged and she was gasping like a broken bellows from her throat.
She suddenly grabbed Zhao Wei's wrist, her nails dug deep into the old scar, and said breathlessly: "Dock...Warehouse No. 7...Secret..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and the electrocardiogram turned into a long straight line.
The yellow-haired man suddenly pushed away the people surrounding the bed and smashed the metal bed rail with his bloody fist.
"He just died like that? This death is too absurd!"
Obviously, she can still be saved.
It seems that he is seeking death.
The woman felt very miserable. If it wasn't for saving her parents, she would not have wanted to live any longer.
Perhaps, it was because of something that happened during the transformation.
Zhao Wei shared his guess with Captain Zhou and asked his men to help investigate.
"It must be Liu Zhiqing's doing! There's something in the oil he poured!"
Captain Zhou pulled open the burned cuffs, revealing faint dark blue veins beneath the skin. "Look! They are exactly the same as the marks on Liu Xiaoyu's arm!"
The sound of sirens outside the window came closer and closer, and the red and blue police lights cast interlaced shadows on the white walls of the ward.
Zhao Wei took off the silver bracelet on Liu Xiaoyu's wrist. The words "Pier No. 7" engraved on the inside matched the bloodstains on the fragment of canvas perfectly.
He turned to Captain Zhou and said, "Gather the men and check all the routes leading to the dock."
After a pause, he added, "Contact the Anti-Smuggling Bureau. This case may be more than just smuggling."
Captain Zhou was about to take out the walkie-talkie to deploy the mission when there was a sudden thud of something heavy falling to the ground in the corridor.
Everyone rushed out the door and saw a police officer collapsed at the entrance of the fire escape with a half-stuck syringe stuck in his neck.
Apart from Liu Zhiqing, I don’t know who else would hurt others like this.
The police officer tightly grasped a half-crumpled newspaper in his hand. In the headline news photo, Liu Zhiqing, wearing a safety helmet, stood in front of Warehouse No. 7 at the dock. In the background, a container lifted by a crane was printed with a warning sign that read "Military Supplies."
"Military supplies?"
Zhao Wei's pupils suddenly contracted. This was a bit tricky.
He turned over the back of the newspaper and scraped off the ink coating with a pen, revealing dense Morse code. After deciphering it, it turned out to be a string of coordinates - an abandoned lighthouse three kilometers away from Warehouse No. 7 at the dock.
Huangmao suddenly pointed out the window and shouted, "Look!"
Suddenly, flames rose up from the direction of the port, and thick smoke covered half of the night sky.
Zhao Wei quickly said to Captain Zhou: "Let all police forces block the dock immediately! Group 3 will go to the abandoned lighthouse and stay hidden!"
Before he could finish his words, the whole building was suddenly plunged into darkness - the backup power supply was also cut off.
Not long after, when the lights came on again, Liu Zhiqing, wearing a gas mask, stood on the top floor of the lighthouse covered with cobwebs, with metal boxes with skull logos on them behind him.
He took off his gas mask, revealing a burn scar on his neck that was exactly the same as Captain Zhou's.
"Captain Zhou, it's time for someone to give you answers to the questions your father didn't finish asking at the fire scene."
This was accompanied by the piercing air raid sirens throughout the city.
The moment the air raid sirens tore through the night sky, Zhao Wei's temples began throbbing - when he died in his previous life, he was investigating a military supplies smuggling case.
He stared at the burn on Liu Zhiqing's neck, and suddenly remembered the half scar on the back of Captain Zhou's neck when he squatted down to check the canvas just now.
"Captain Zhou, have you known Liu Zhiqing's identity for a long time?"
Zhao Wei turned around suddenly, only to find that Captain Zhou had retreated to the corner with his gun pointed at him.
There were bursts of gunfire in the corridor, and the footsteps of reinforcements echoed in the stairwell, but they never came closer.
Captain Zhou's throat rolled. "Zhao Wei, you shouldn't have interfered. Once those military supplies flow into the black market, they will be enough to arm an entire battalion."
He raised his hand and tore off the police badge. The sound of metal falling to the ground was as crisp as breaking bone.
"When the fire exploded, I pushed him in with my own hands."
The yellow-haired man suddenly pounced on Captain Zhou from behind, but froze when he touched the corner of the other's clothes - half a silver chain slipped out of his sleeve, and the pendant was a rusty pen tip, exactly the same as the weapon that was inserted into the police officer's neck.
Captain Zhou pushed the yellow-haired man against the wall with his backhand, and put the tip of his pen against his carotid artery: "Didn't Liu Xiaoyu tell you? Her father's smuggling account book is hidden in..."
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