Chapter 433: Finale
The cargo hold was dim. He Sang looked at the waterproof window at the stern. The bronze glass reflected Liang Chihui holding her and strangling her. The scene was terrifying and bewitching.
He is the embodiment of desire, determined to die together with his enemies.
"Chi Hui...I don't want to die."
The man froze.
He hugged her in a more intimate position, "Really?"
"I can die, but please let me give birth to the baby safely."
Liang Chihui buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, his lips and nose pressed against hers, his laughter muffled, "Mrs. Liang shouldn't beg me, she should beg the third brother. If the Ji Province lets me go, Mrs. Liang and I can live, and the child can live too."
He Sang collapsed in his arms. He kissed her along her neck, one inch at a time, until he reached her forehead. "Husband and wife live and die together, right?"
"Liang Jishen has no right to let you go." Her eyelashes trembled, and every pore on her body trembled. "It's the province, it's Zhao Kai."
"What about Mrs. Liang?" Liang Chihui pinched her cheekbone, his fingertips leaving two red marks on her face. "You and the Third Brother are colluding inside and outside. Is this the province's request? Liang Yanzhang has fallen. He has the power to stop here. Did he let me and my mother go? How much assets did the Second House transfer? Is it related to the cause of He Jinping's death? Since he is trying to be a hero, I will help him. The law of the world is that there is gain for loss. He was willing to give up you and the child, not that I am cruel."
He Sang was forced to look up, and Liang Chihui sucked her tears lovingly, "Beautiful bride, let's go out and meet the guests."
He pushed the dagger aside and placed the cold blade across her throat.
Liuzi squatted at the side of the boat, vigilantly observing the No. 3 ferry on the opposite bank.
Ferry No. 3 is located at the main entrance of the harbor, and the freighter is located at Ferry No. 17, at the back door of the harbor, more than 400 meters apart. Liang Jishen appears and disappears from time to time, as if he is deploying something. Zhao Kai and the captain of the Baolin District Bureau took a beach scooter and slowly approached Ferry No. 5.
Liuzi pressed the berth's broadcast: "Stand still, or you will suffer the consequences."
Zhao Kai paused and looked at the freighter.
Liang Chihui had no extra emotions. He patiently tore off the transparent tape and stuck it around He Sang's neck, wrapping it around and around to ensure it was thick enough so that it wouldn't suffocate him or fall off.
He cut the blade on the tape and rubbed it back and forth, making shallow scratches that would not cut or injure her flesh.
He Sang had a premonition of something and his pupils dilated.
The fish is dead and the net is broken.
"Chi Hui..." she called him hoarsely.
Liang Chihui ignored her, holding a dagger in one hand and grabbing He Sang with the other, and walked out of the cabin.
At ten o'clock, the sun was scorching at the pier.
The sunlight enveloped Liang Jishen's outline, silent and dazzling.
His figure was calm and motionless.
Due to the distance, He Sang couldn't make out his expression. He was a narrow, small black dot. The rising tide surged onto the beach, and the only ferry in the harbor roared.
Sad and long.
"Liang Chihui!" Zhao Kai stood on the stone pier at Ferry No. 5, shouting through a loudspeaker, "The harbor is surrounded. You only have one option left: release the hostages, surrender your weapons, and stand trial!"
"Sixth Son." Liang Chihui called out, "Warn him, stop bullshitting."
Liuzi turned on the radio again and repeated, "Director Zhao, you are just fooling the little guys. The Second Young Master has experienced the world. Why are you pretending to be so ignorant in front of him?"
Zhao Kai looked at Liang Jishen.
The latter gestured, and at the No. 16 ferry, a police officer cooperated, and at the No. 15 ferry, a police officer responded head-on.
"I understand." Zhao Kai continued to persuade them to surrender, attracting Liang Chihui's attention. Liang Jishen and two police officers with rich experience in ambushes ran straight to the ferry along the thick wooden stakes of the berth.
"Liang Chihui, your mother is very worried about you, including your father. Your current appearance and current situation are not what they want. I tell you clearly that your crime does not deserve the death penalty. You have the opportunity to atone for your crime and reduce your sentence. Your eldest brother and younger brother refused to call the police and went to Changlai City to surround you. Don't you know why? Because turning yourself in is discretionary, and resisting arrest will increase your sentence. You resent the Liang family and resent them, but at the last moment, they gave you a glimmer of hope. Why do you keep making the same mistake again and again?"
Zhao Kai inspected the freighter and found no sign of the bodyguards, who were probably hiding in the cabin.
Once Liang Chihui was killed, the bodyguards would immediately kill He Sang. Moreover, the doors and windows were closed, making it difficult to determine the bodyguards' specific location, and it was impossible to kill the other party before the bodyguards opened fire.
Either they could blow up the ship, cutting off Liang Chihui's escape route. A dock explosion would undoubtedly cause a citywide outcry, and using explosives would require reporting and approval from relevant departments, which would be time-consuming. Alternatively, they could fire from multiple angles, completely riddling the freighter with bullets. A skilled shooter at a hunting ground had calculated that within one second, eight sniper rifles, split into two groups, firing blindly, would have a 73.33% chance of killing the target.
Ultimately, it's still gambling.
Zhao Kai's heart nearly jumped out of his throat. He held the intercom and said, "Southeast corner, northwest corner, eight snipers, each in position, aim at Liang Chihui and the bodyguard, and try to kill them with one shot."
The subordinate responded from the other end of the intercom, "When the shot is killed, Liang Chihui will twitch violently. If the dagger pierces the hostage's carotid artery, causing a blood-spurting throat slit, he will easily die from blood loss."
Zhao Kai dropped the loudspeaker. "Liang Chihui didn't have a gun, he had a knife. This proves he understood the police's tactics and the fate he faced. The moment he was shot in the head, he was no longer able to pull the trigger, but there was a 50% chance he would have swung the knife and killed He Sang."
The captain breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, we didn't gamble, otherwise there would be two dead."
Zhao Kai put his hands on his hips and thought, "Is it possible that he's cheating and trying to scare us? I don't believe Liang Chihui would kill He Sang. Although he's a bad guy, he's not a scumbag."
"Director Zhao," the bodyguard's voice rang out again. "How long will Madam Yao be sentenced to?"
Zhao Kai picked up the loudspeaker and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the maximum sentence is life imprisonment."
"Where's Liang Yanzhang?"
"death penalty."
“Is there any room for a suspended death sentence?”
Zhao Kai was certain, "He will die for sure."
Liang Jishen boarded Ferry No. 16 at this time. He stepped on the rope pile, leaned forward significantly, aimed at the cargo ship at Ferry No. 17, held his breath, stood on tiptoe, and jumped steadily.
Crawling on the poop deck, making almost no sound.
He bypassed the drain valve, wrapped his arms around the mast, and climbed up inch by inch. The thick pole was covered with paint, and there was very little friction. He climbed an inch and fell half an inch.
Last night, Zhao Kai and the local police were discussing a plan. He was not qualified to attend the meeting. He was staring at Fang Anyi's trajectory in the monitoring room. He stayed awake all night and his physical strength was not as strong as usual.
Liang Jishen sat on the blind spot of the mast to calm himself down.
In sight, there is He Sang's white wedding dress and flowing long hair.
It's so close.
His eyes were determined as he locked onto Liang Chihui's knife-holding hand.
Count silently to three, two, one.
Take a leap.
A gust of wind blew past, and Liang Chihui noticed it. He instinctively stabbed the oncoming police officer. Under the huge inertia, the police officer had no time to protect himself, so he simply risked his life and let the sharp tip of the knife pierce his arm, protecting Liang Jishen.
The moment Liang Chihui drew his sword, Liang Jishen pounced on him from behind and a fight broke out.
Zhao Kai's face turned pale. "Team One, rescue the hostages! Team Two! Protect President Liang!"
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