When Lin Hang arrived at the location with his men, he pushed open the door and saw a mess inside the room. Broken pieces of celadon porcelain were everywhere, there were pools of blood on the floor, and the ceiling was covered with splattered blood droplets. Just looking at the scene inside made Lin Hang's heart sink.
Where are Anning and Xiao Feng? And where did the man who tried to blackmail Anning go?
Could it be...?
Lin Hang's mood plummeted instantly, his eyes filled with coldness.
"If you move again, I'll cripple your hand, you believe me?"
A voice suddenly came from inside the room. It wasn't loud and was a little hard to hear, but Lin Hang could confirm one thing through the sound.
Anning is still alive.
Moreover, judging from the tone of that voice, it was incredibly assertive, indicating that the person was definitely not under anyone's control.
That's good news.
While it seems like good news, the other two...
Lin Hang didn't want to stand there wallowing in self-pity, so he immediately started to walk inside. But he had only taken a few steps when a voice came from inside again, a voice that was very familiar to him.
"Miss An, isn't what you're doing... inappropriate?"
After holding it in for a long time, Feng Lin finally spoke his mind.
But An Ning didn't listen to Feng Lin at all, and instead threw out a very difficult question, "Can't I act in self-defense? I almost died just now, is it too much to stab him?"
They are currently in the room that the original owner used as a study, but Yang Feng is now using it as a storage room, which is full of all sorts of messy things.
The robber was handcuffed tightly by An Ning with sexy handcuffs and tied behind his back to Yang Feng's unused octopus chair, his mouth stuffed with sexy lingerie discarded by Yang Feng's mistresses.
An Ning sat on the only chair in the storage room, legs crossed, her face clearly saying, "I'm very unhappy right now, don't mess with me."
Even Feng Lin, a police officer, had no seat and could only stand next to An Ning.
As for An Ning, her expression remained completely unchanged after hearing what Feng Lin had just said.
Extremely calm and composed.
An Ning's face was covered with dried blood; apart from a patch on her forehead, the rest was all from the burglar in front of her.
Yes, this person really did bleed a lot.
As for the current owner of this house... he was also tied up by An Ning and thrown into the corner of the storage room, with several pieces of rag stuffed in his mouth.
This is the scene that Lin Hang saw when he walked in.
If he weren't in the know, he would definitely think that An Ning was the leader of everyone here, including Feng Lin.
In fact, An Ning was just an ordinary person who accidentally got caught up in this mess.
What's going on here?
This was the first thing Lin Hang said when he came in.
Before An Ning or Feng Lin could answer his question, someone else spoke up first, but this person wasn't answering the question; instead, they were reporting on the situation.
"Team Leader Lin, we've found two wrecked guns here!"
Before the person arrived, the voice preceded them. Lin Hang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white-gloved hand holding two guns, which were being handed to him so that he could see them clearly.
The person holding the guns said they were two broken guns because all the parts were scattered and even the barrels had been crushed.
Lin Hang stared at the gun without saying a word, then looked at Feng Lin.
You can't count on An Ning, but Feng Lin is his subordinate and has been with An Ning the whole time, so he must know exactly what happened.
Feng Lin met his boss's slightly puzzled gaze, looked embarrassed, and nodded, pointing in the direction of An Ning.
The meaning is quite obvious.
In other words, the reason this gun is in its current state is entirely thanks to Anning.
It was Anning who crushed it.
Feng Lin originally wanted to say that, but when the words came to his lips, he felt it was unnecessary.
He believed that Captain Lin could guess this, and he didn't need to point it out specifically.
That is indeed the case.
Before asking Feng Lin, Lin Hang had already guessed what was going on, but he didn't expect that the truth would be exactly as he had guessed.
It has to be her.
"Put it in an evidence bag."
Lin Hang said to the man who was holding a gun in both hands.
"yes."
"Is this the one who committed the home invasion robbery?" He took a few more steps inside, walked straight up to the man, stood up straight, and looked down at him.
With his hands and feet bound, Zhao Si struggled to look up and meet Lin Hang's gaze. When he saw the uniform Lin Hang was wearing, his heart sank.
The police have arrived again.
He probably really won't be able to go back this time.
Zhao Si thought to himself, but the next moment his thought popped into his head, the glass window of the storage room, which had been closed properly, suddenly shattered. Under the sunlight, the glass that had been pierced by a bullet cracked outwards from the hole, forming a dangerous but beautiful picture.
The bullet that pierced the glass didn't stop there; it continued its trajectory, repeating the scene created by Zhao Si's earlier indiscriminate firing.
The bullet, after piercing the glass, continued straight ahead, and in the blink of an eye, it successfully struck the wall that was right next to Anning.
But why do you say it was a replay of what just happened?
Because this bullet, like the one from Zhao Si earlier, also pierced An Ning's forehead.
The wound, which had just stopped bleeding, started bleeding again, but Anning seemed completely oblivious to the pain, sitting in the chair in the same position without even lifting her eyelids.
But her previously idle hand suddenly rose up, and after squinting at the other side for a moment, An Ning decisively threw the knife in her hand towards the other side.
An Ning listened for a while but did not hear the sound of the blade hitting the ground.
In other words, the knife likely pierced directly into the person who fired the shot.
But it's also very possible that it's gotten caught up in something else; no one can be sure, not even Anning.
Because she couldn't guarantee just how accurate she was.
She would never have this concern if the two of them weren't several meters apart, but now that they're too far apart, she can't guarantee it.
All of this happened so fast that even Lin Hang was a step too slow.
He reacted the instant the bullet pierced the glass, but his first instinct was to pull Zhao Si, who was firmly bound.
Thus, they overlooked An Ning, who was sitting right across from Zhao Si.
He thought it was an accomplice trying to kill him to cover it up, but it turned out they were targeting An Ning.
Lin Hang was deeply shocked to see large beads of blood flowing from An Ning's forehead, down her face, and dripping from her chin.
Is this the origin of the blood on An Ning's face?
"I really didn't check the almanac before I went out today."
An Ning suddenly stood up and kicked over the chair she was sitting on.
Then he left the room without looking back.
Watching An Ning's departing figure, Lin Hang hurriedly said, "Xiao Feng, follow her! Let's see what she's up to!"
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