Chapter 6 Quitting Smoking, Greyhound, Sneaky Escape. The room was now empty...
On the eve of dawn, the night and silence were so profound that ink-black drops, almost solidified, fell onto the brim of the executive officer's hat.
Although I'm used to silently carrying out missions without asking any questions, being sent to this desolate, remote place to eat sand late at night... anyone would complain.
Having not seen any changes in this area for a long time, one of the executives gradually lowered his guard.
He pulled a cardboard box from his pocket, knocked out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, then nudged his teammate, the executive officer, with his elbow and handed him the box.
"We can't use an open flame, so let's just chew on it and see if it helps us stay alert."
The person beside him shook his head and waved his hand: "Thank you, I quit a while ago."
The man offering the cigarette asked in surprise, "What triggered this? Did you suddenly change your ways?"
"I just happened to handle a slightly old top-secret mission file." The person next to me exhaled and said in a self-deprecating tone, "Can you believe it? Yuan Jianxing's name was listed after the deputy director among the investigators."
The person offering the cigarette paused briefly.
A mission marked as classified is definitely not something that can be dealt with easily.
The fact that he is listed first in the line of directors after the former head of the bureau suggests that Yuan Jianxing's contributions at that time were undoubtedly remarkable.
Since he didn't know the specifics of the mission, he could only offer general comfort to his companion: "Don't underestimate yourself. Not everyone has the luck of Yuan Jianxing, who was first spotted by the deputy director, who spent money and connections to bail him out of the juvenile detention center, and then personally mentored and guided him..."
“Luck plays a part.” The person beside him raised his head and looked at the undying lights in the deep blue curtain. “If I had been put in the same mission he was in back then, I might not even have survived.”
"Besides, back then, Yuan Jianxing was only thirteen years old and had not been included in the executive officer team at all."
The person who offered the cigarette fell completely silent.
If Yuan Jianxing was not included in the executive officer team, it means that at that time he had no way to use any external forces and could only rely on himself to deal with the situation.
Thirteen years old... What was I doing at thirteen? Probably either racking my brains to find opportunities to skip class and play ball, or trying to run into the pretty girl next door.
You have to accept that some opportunities are just out of reach, and even if you do come across them, you might not be able to hold onto them.
But then again, if he were really asked to switch lives with Yuan Jianxing, he probably wouldn't want to.
People are sometimes so greedy; they only want the benefits and don't want to suffer.
That's enough, I don't want to think about it anymore. I just hope for a peaceful day off.
Just then, several dazzling beams of bright yellow light shot up from the ground and flew straight into the sky, creating an attitude of "trying to compete with the heavens".
Immediately afterwards, a chaotic and enormous roaring sound surged outwards from the hotel like receding tide.
As a result of this turn of events, the lights in the hotel rooms, which had been completely dark, suddenly came on, and figures of all shapes and sizes opened their windows and looked out.
"What happened?!"
"Is that an alarm?!"
Compared to the bewildered guests who were at the center of the noise and looked like headless flies, the group of executives lurking outside the hotel all looked toward the source of the noise after they recovered from the first wave of the incident.
It was a makeshift parking lot for the hotel.
Vehicles of all sizes, arranged haphazardly according to the white markings on the ground, were starting up layer by layer from the outside in.
What's chilling is that these cars were completely empty!
In the blink of an eye, just as one of the executives took a step into the parking lot, a huge bus painted with a Greyhound logo on the outermost side let out a powerful roar. Then, like an enraged steel rhinoceros, it burst out of the shadows without warning and roared towards the direction where the executive who had just made his move was.
"Get out of the way!"
At his companion's loud warning, the executive officer immediately lunged towards a blind spot in the bus's path, barely managing to dodge the Greyhound bus's sudden attack.
Despite failing to strike, the bus showed no sign of stopping and rammed straight into the black sedan parked not far away.
"boom--!"
The collision between the two vehicles produced a tremendous sound, interspersed with extremely harsh sounds of metal tearing and scraping.
Although the Greyhound bus was the one that launched the attack, after it separated from the car due to inertia, it was actually ripped open by its seemingly unremarkable opponent, exposing its internal engine and emitting puffs of white steam in the cold night.
Despite its serious injuries, Greyhound Bus did not stop its journey.
As if the most insane driver had forced the accelerator to its limit, the already leaking engine started operating at an overclocked frequency again under the impetus of the electrical signal.
At the same time, the four tires began to rotate synchronously at high speed, rubbing against the sandy ground and stirring up a gust of wind mixed with dry grass and gravel.
Although not comparable to CEOs like Hara Kenshin, the executives that Mu Wangzhuo brought in were no ordinary individuals.
The moment the incident occurred, they instinctively reached for their sidearms, and after dodging the first wave of attacks, they held their guns firmly in their hands, while simultaneously turning the intensity of their plasma emitters to the maximum.
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Despite the Greyhound bus's attempts to maneuver through the executive's fire, its size simply prevented it from weaving through the gaps in the bullets.
Just then, an extremely abrupt, discordant, and muffled explosion rang out.
An executive calmly informed his colleagues: "The right rear tire has been hit! Be aware of changes in the bus's trajectory!"
Without the support of the right rear wheel, the Greyhound bus's already erratic trajectory became even more swaying.
With a loud screech of brakes, it maneuvered its somewhat cumbersome body into a surprisingly agile drift.
But it backfired.
The Greyhound bus, which should have drawn a beautiful arc in theory, suddenly rolled to the side and, after several impacts, crashed onto the CEO's car like a mountain.
Although the executive's custom-made car suffered almost no major damage after several attacks, it will now take considerable effort to pull it out from under the Greyhound bus.
Similar incidents occurred near other executive teams, except that the vehicles attacking them were of different models, and the damage to their vehicles varied.
Despite being caught off guard by the initial surprise attack, these well-trained officers quickly recovered.
After exchanging information in real time via the group's voice channel, they reached a consensus—this attack was not aimed at people, but at vehicles!
What would happen if the executive officer lost his vehicle?
As the mastermind behind this riot, Fu Ze acted faster than the executive officer could provide an answer.
Amid shouts of "That's my car!" from several hotel guests, several vehicles that looked like high-speed cars sped off in all directions, skillfully maneuvering around the numerous wreckage vehicles that had just fallen to the ground due to the collision.
Faced with this classic scenario of "luring the tiger away from the mountain" and "crossing the Chencang pass in secret," the executive officer immediately decided to split the force into multiple groups and focus on both pursuit and search!
The executives whose vehicles sustained only minor damage immediately chased after the fleeing vehicles, while the two executives whose vehicles were held back by the Greyhound bus headed straight for the hotel, one on the outside and one on the inside, running towards the room at the far end of the second floor.
As they had expected, the room was now completely empty, without a single person in sight.
Just to be on the safe side, they quickly checked the hotel itself again, and supplemented it with surveillance footage to check for any omissions.
Finally, they determined that the person they were supposed to be watching had already left the hotel, but not through the main entrance.
People cannot appear or disappear out of thin air, so without a doubt, the culprit must be hiding in one of those fleeing vehicles.
Upon learning this news, the officers in pursuit increased their already slow driving speed even further.
As one of the executives' vehicles was about to catch up with a fleeing vehicle, the executive in the passenger seat leaned out of the window, braced his legs against the window frame to steady himself, and then fired at the fleeing vehicle.
Because the two are very close, even if the first shot misses, a second shot will always achieve the goal.
The vehicle, having lost the support of its left front wheel, quickly veered to the left and forward, while the executive's vehicle had already accelerated and was "waiting in" there.
After forcibly stopping the car, the armed officer immediately got out and carefully searched the vehicle.
They completely destroyed the vehicle's power system and reported over the channel: "Report, the target is not on this vehicle to the southwest."
"Received. Change targets to the nearest one and continue the pursuit," the executor, who had been pre-appointed by Mu Wangzhuo as the commander, instructed in the channel.
After the commander finished giving instructions, the officer in the same vehicle as him reminded him: "We are fifty meters away from the two targets ahead. We will catch up in ten seconds. Please prepare to fire."
"Understood." As he spoke, the commander leaned out of the vehicle in a standard posture, resting one hand on the roof to aim at the wheels of the two vehicles in front.
Facing two opponents alone, he must shoot out the front tires of both vehicles on one side within a very short interval, ensuring that the two vehicles collide and come to a stop together.
However, right there, one of the cars seemed to suddenly lose control, and before it could be dealt with by the officers, it lurched and crashed into the rear of another car.
This isn't over yet.
The reaction force from the rear of the other car caused this vehicle to veer off in the opposite direction, first blocking the executive officer's vehicle's path, then crashing into a pile of rocks piled up by the roadside with a lot of trash from passing travelers, and finally being hit by falling pebbles from the top.
Seeing that the vehicle had stopped moving, the commander fired a quick shot at its rear wheel before focusing all his attention on the vehicle in front that had suddenly started to accelerate and flee.
After the two cars drove away, the car that had been lying on the side of the road, its body smoking and seemingly totaled, suddenly shook. Then, it stealthily emerged from the pile of garbage, slowly and silently started moving in a certain direction.
A precise shot hit the wheel of the car in front. Watching the car stagger away, the commander sat back in the car and said to the driver, "No need to chase. Stop the car. The person is definitely not in this car."
"Received." The driver immediately stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a steady stop.
After sending a message about the current situation to Mu Wangzhuo, the distraught commander said into the channel, "All groups, report the situation."
After everyone, including the two executives guarding the inn, had given their reports, the commander seemed to sense something was amiss and suddenly turned back to look at the way he had come.
Despite the cover of the deep night, the escape route, though not meticulously planned, was boldly executed, leaving a striking mark on the vast wilderness like a scalded scar.
And that direction...
"It's the station! He must be going to the station!" The executive in the driver's seat, who came from the South District and was extremely familiar with the area, immediately recognized the important building in that direction.
The commander had complete faith in his colleague's judgment and immediately issued orders: "Notify the station to intercept! All personnel to proceed to the station and assemble as quickly as possible!"
A note from the author:
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(Considering that there may be a generation gap between me and some readers, I would like to clarify that "泥给伦哒哟" is a misheard pun from JOJO2, meaning "They've run away~".)
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