Chapter 313 Leaving the Capital
As dusk settles, neon lights shimmer with iridescent colors.
Jing Zeyang stared out the window, his eyes unfocused and his face blank.
I still remember how polite and courteous Lin Sicheng was when he spoke to Ye Anning on his first day in Beijing.
At that time, his attitude and tone toward Ye Anning seemed not much different from those toward his cousin and Qin Ruozhi.
But today, it felt as if the two had been in love for a lifetime, their feelings so deep they were unforgettable.
Especially Ye Anning, who seems intelligent, gentle, and elegant, but is actually arrogant to the core. Yet, in front of so many people, she hugged Lin Sicheng's leg and burst into tears?
How worried and scared must one be?
Even more so, they are resolute and fearless in their pursuit.
What surprised Jing Zeyang even more was Ye Anning's mother's attitude.
It seems that it's just because Lin Sicheng is Wang Sanshu's student?
But it was impossible for her, as her younger brother's student, to come to the hospital in such a capacity, let alone express her gratitude to everyone present as an elder of Lin Sicheng.
It was even more impossible for Ye Anning's father to fly all the way from out of town to Beijing.
The crucial point is, is this the first time we've met?
No matter how he thought about it, Jing Zeyang couldn't understand it.
For a moment, he twisted his face, as if he had a toothache: "This is too sudden!"
Qin Ruozhi was driving, and Jing Suxin was in the passenger seat.
Was it sudden?
Not at all.
Since the New Year, Ye Anning has been visiting Lin Sicheng's house more often than her own home. A whole box of trinkets given to her by Lin Sicheng's mother has been filled with them.
The two families would visit each other from time to time. Every time they got together, Lin Sicheng's father would get drunk by Uncle Wang, and then the two would put their arms around each other's necks and call each other brothers.
Ye Anning often said that the most unfamiliar person between the two families was actually Lin Sicheng, who was the closest to both sides but also the busiest.
Qin Ruozhi and Jing Suxin even asked each other privately: Would Uncle Ye and Aunt Wang disagree?
But Ye Anning said: This is the least of your worries.
They then asked, "What is the most worrying issue?"
Ye Anning didn't say anything at the time.
Later, they found out it was Lin Sicheng.
A young phoenix with a clear voice, possessing both talent and elegance, overflowing with wisdom and grace.
His abilities, character, speech, integrity, personality, and even physique and appearance... he is outstanding in every aspect, even to the point of being unreal.
To put it bluntly: such a person doesn't need to climb the social ladder through anything. If they need something, they will work for it themselves, and they can get it without even much effort.
For him, his background and connections were no longer an aid, but a burden and a shackle.
Therefore, he was always very polite, even courteous, to Ye Anning.
But to be honest, even a stone can become warm if you keep it warm for a long time, let alone a person's heart.
Even the most composed and calm man will feel tired, lonely, or even weak when he suffers great physical or emotional trauma.
It's like a lone boat adrift on a vast, dark sea, just after a violent storm.
The moment Ye Anning lay on his lap, terrified out of her wits, crying her heart out, was like a ray of light on a lighthouse...
Hmm, thinking about it this way, Lin Sicheng's injury is actually a good thing?
The only imperfection was that a Cheng Yaojin (a legendary figure known for his unexpected intervention) appeared out of nowhere...
The two girls exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.
Qin Ruozhi was driving and couldn't use her hands, but Jing Suxin could.
She slapped him across the face.
Jing Zeyang covered his head, bewildered: "Sis, what are you doing?"
"You still have the nerve to ask? I put you with Lin Sicheng, and not only did you fail to protect him, you also caused a whole bunch of messes..."
Jing Zeyang was more wronged than Dou E: "Sister, you need to understand, there were more than a dozen people, with knives and guns... I didn't back down, I rushed forward right then and there, but my cousin Lin's assistant held me tightly, saying that I was only a burden and did more harm than good..."
The two women certainly understood this principle; they were just looking for an excuse.
Jing Suxin slapped him again: "Where did Tang Nanyan come from?"
Jing Zeyang dodged backward abruptly, and said emphatically, "The Public Security Bureau! My cousin Lin went for training, and she was in the technical inspection department. Isn't it normal to run into her?"
Jing Suxin sneered: "It's normal, but there are so many people in the Public Security Bureau who do technical inspections, and they encounter so many girls, why don't others recognize Lin Sicheng?"
Jing Zeyang paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.
If it weren't for her, how would Tang Nanyan have had the chance to meet Lin Sicheng?
If I hadn't introduced Lin Sicheng and Yan Wenjing, why would he have gone to the Public Security Bureau for some kind of training?
This beating was truly deserved.
After being slapped twice more, Jing Zeyang covered his head with a wronged expression, but dared not argue back.
Who the hell could have known that a thousand-year-old tree would suddenly spring back to life?
Don't believe me? Ask my cousin and Qin Ruozhi: if Lin Sicheng had told them three days ago, when he first arrived... oh no, if he had told them that Tang Nanyan liked Lin Sicheng, they would have laughed their heads off...
Seriously, this is more unbelievable than the end of the world.
Jing Zeyang muttered, "So what do we do now?"
Qin Ruozhi and Jing Suxin both snorted in unison: "So be it!"
Actually, they weren't worried at all.
Given Lin Sicheng's personality, how much effort did Ye Anning put in? Does Tang Nanyan have that kind of patience?
She was willing, but her family wasn't: were all the men in the world dead?
From childhood to adulthood, the two have been at odds, and Tang Nanyan has never gained the upper hand.
In my memory, Tang Nanyan cried very few times, but every time, it was because of Ye Anning...
After a moment's thought, Jing Suxin slapped him again: "Troublemaker!"
Jing Zeyang was on the verge of tears: What the hell did I do to deserve this?
Then, he had a sudden realization: Oh no!
I hope Ye Anning won't hold me responsible for this.
No, we need to find a way to fix this...
It was obvious what he was thinking. Jing Suxin pointed at him and said, "I'm warning you, don't overestimate yourself. Even Aunt Wang has shown up, and Uncle Ye will be back tomorrow. Why would we need you to cause trouble?"
Yes, and there's also Uncle Tang and Third Uncle Tang.
Yan Ge is probably in big trouble.
Those who hired people to kidnap Lin Sicheng will only suffer a worse fate...
...
The incandescent light was unusually bright. Three policemen sat opposite them, two interrogating and one taking notes.
His police uniform had long been stripped off, and Chen Yongzhi was wearing a regular shirt and locked in an interrogation chair.
After seven or eight years as a police officer, this was the first time he had experienced what it felt like to have handcuffs and shackles on his body.
It was cold and heavy, like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
The interrogation continued, and no matter what the other party asked, Chen Yongzhi just gritted his teeth and remained silent.
He knew very well that this was just a formality, not even an appetizer.
Therefore, it's unbearable.
The reason I persisted was simply to meet a leader of sufficient importance, so that I could at least suffer less.
The thought of what might happen next filled me with overwhelming regret.
How did it get dragged into the water?
It seems that I met Ma Long by chance the year I became a detective and started leading the cultural relics team.
It started with eating and drinking, then they became sworn brothers, and then went to foot massages and upscale clubs.
When Ma Long gave him 20,000 yuan one day, he realized: there was no going back.
But he never imagined that his mistake would be so serious, and that he would fall from grace so quickly...
As he pondered this, he seemed to hear nothing. Chen Yongzhi subconsciously looked up: Why aren't you asking anymore?
Suddenly, he froze: there were several more people in the interrogation room.
One of them looked familiar; he seemed to be the deputy director of some branch office.
Chen Yongzhi shuddered, a sense of relief washing over him, but then a wave of unknown fear washed over him again.
Sure enough, the leader arrived.
But what happens after you confess?
Just as he was thinking this, the deputy director rushed forward and slapped him twice across the face.
Caught off guard, Chen Yongzhi's nose started bleeding profusely, the blood streaming down his chin.
The deputy director's face was grim, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone, and his voice, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, carried a chilling coldness: "Two paths, choose for yourself!"
What two roads?
Chen Yongzhi tried to tilt his head to avoid the glare of the incandescent light. In the dim light, he could vaguely see two people in white hats and two people in plain clothes.
A regular jacket, regular pants and leather shoes, and a neat buzz cut.
At first glance, they look ordinary, but the two of them standing there are like javelins.
Chen Yongzhi was stunned.
He thought the leaders would come, the inspectors would come, and even the disciplinary committee would come, but he never thought that the security unit would come.
But that's not right.
How could someone like that possibly abuse public power for private gain?
Suddenly, Chen Yongzhi's body trembled uncontrollably: If so, that's good. If not, where would these two take him after they leave here?
His face turned deathly pale: "I...I'll confess..."
"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" The deputy director gritted his teeth and slapped him hard again. "You spineless bastard!"
...
The conference room was brightly lit, and seven or eight heavy smokers each had one in their hands, making the room look like it was on fire.
A dozen or so white hats surrounded the area, and shadows loomed outside the window, the steel helmets of the special police reflecting a cold light.
No one spoke, they just kept smoking, their eyes occasionally glancing at their colleagues' faces.
The sky has fallen!
But most people don't know what caused the collapse.
We have no idea who they're after.
Director, instructor, or deputy director?
Just as I was wondering what was going on, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang.
A gust of cold wind blew in, and everyone sitting down shivered. Then, two figures walked in side by side.
The branch office director and political commissar from the next district!
Just as the director was about to stand up, two people in white hats stepped forward and pressed him back down.
Then, with a loud bang, a pair of handcuffs was thrown onto the conference table.
The bureau chief's face was cold, his eyes like knives: "Li Jun, will you handcuff yourself, or should I handcuff you?"
With a "whoosh," the director's face turned as white as dirt. He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked with a wad of paper.
After a long pause, he bit his tongue hard and said, "Director Tong, what have I done wrong? What right do you have to arrest me?"
"Li Jun, what have you done that you don't know yourself?"
The bureau chief sneered, "I'll tell you the truth, I don't know either. But I'll read you the city bureau's order: Anyone who dares to resist, open fire... Do you understand?"
The director trembled violently, his body shaking uncontrollably, his lips quivering.
The bureau chief turned his gaze to the two men next to the station chief: "Cuff them..."
Before he could finish speaking, the deputy director slid under the table with a "whoosh".
His body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes rolled upwards, and he foamed at the mouth.
"When I was in this line of work, you were still a baby, and you're trying to play games with me like this?" The chief sneered, holding out his hand. "Electric baton!"
A white-hatted man unfastened the buckle on his leather cap, but before he could finish taking things out, the deputy director suddenly stood up, turned around, and ran towards the window.
Just as he was clinging to the windowsill and raising one leg, a gun butt smashed through the glass with a loud crash and rammed into the room.
The deputy director was knocked to the ground, and the bureau chief's face darkened. He cursed, "Damn it!"
Knowing that there were special police officers all outside, this son of a bitch still dared to run?
He was clearly out of his mind with desperation.
It's easy to imagine how big the matter is.
We can't wait any longer...
He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone: "Captain Yan, arrest him..."
...
The lighting was dim and yellow, the room was dark and damp, and the air was filled with a musty smell.
The cell phone signal in the basement was poor, and the tall, thin man leaned against the narrow window, constantly dialing numbers.
I dialed again and again, and each time, the last thing I heard was, "Sorry, the number you dialed is not answering..."
Malone had a bad feeling.
It's normal that the drunkard's phone is unreachable; after all, that bastard was beaten half to death and was definitely caught by Lei Zi.
But the phone numbers of Chen Yongzhi, Director Li, Instructor Liu, Deputy Director Hu, and several detectives could not be reached.
It's understandable if one person can't get through, but it's impossible for all the police officers in the entire police station to be unreachable by phone.
Were they all in a meeting and their phones were all taken away?
It's not impossible; after all, there hasn't been a case of this severity in Beijing for several years.
But for some reason, Malone always had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.
After hesitating for a moment, he switched to another phone and dialed a number: "Uncle, I can't get through on the phone!"
"Can we get through to Xing Si on the phone?"
"Yes, but he doesn't know anything about it!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "Wait!"
The call ended, and about three minutes later it came back in.
The call connected, and the voice was urgent and rapid: "Ma Long, I'll fuck your mother!"
Ma Long was taken aback: "Huh?"
"What the hell? We can't get through to the branch office either. This is obviously a major incident; there's a high chance someone's been killed..."
A trembling voice came from the microphone, "What did I tell you: you can injure, you can maim, but don't kill anyone, what the hell did you do?"
Ma Long was stunned for a moment: "Dead? Impossible... Uncle, those who escaped all said that kid was like a god of war, he was incredibly strong... When they ran away, that kid was still standing perfectly fine..."
There was a pause on the phone: "Where are the two policewomen?"
Ma Long's heart skipped a beat.
Uncle Shan did indeed tell you not to touch those two policewomen, but if you don't touch them, they'll try to touch you instead.
We can't just stand there and let people hit us, can we?
But it seems like he wasn't seriously injured, just a little bit...
"Bullshit, which street thug tells the truth? They probably got angry because they couldn't beat that kid and then slapped one of the policewomen..."
Who knows?
Ma Long's heart skipped a beat: "Uncle, I'll ask you now..."
"What's the point of asking now?" the other person said angrily. "Run! Run now! Let's get out of the capital first..."
Ma Long nodded vigorously: "Okay, Uncle, I'll set off right now..."
"Change your number. Don't use this phone, and don't call this number. Call my PHS phone instead..."
"Uncle, I know..."
After a few words, Ma Long hung up the phone, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
Having dealt with the police for so many years, he had gained some experience: either someone had died, or a female police officer had an accident, or it might be because of the drunkard's gun.
The question is, which one is the fake gun?
Something serious must have happened, otherwise even the higher-ups wouldn't be ignoring the phone...
Guessing wildly, he quickly pulled out the SIM card and found a new cell phone and a new number.
Then he kicked open the bedside cabinet and took out a backpack.
Cash, bank card, ID card.
Both the card and the certificate are genuine, but they all have new names.
There was another gun, but Malone didn't dare take it...
After getting ready, he grabbed his car keys. Just as he reached the door, his expression suddenly changed.
"Ta-da..."
"Ta-da..."
Countless footsteps came from above, and even the floor beneath our feet was shaking.
police?
How many people have come?
How did you find this place?
His face turned pale instantly, and Ma Long turned around abruptly. Just as he lunged at the cabinet, the metal door was slammed open with a loud thud.
Like wolves and tigers, seven or eight SWAT officers rushed in in the blink of an eye. Just as Ma Long's hand reached the cabinet door where the guns were kept, a big foot stomped down hard.
Malone let out a scream. Immediately, a hand grabbed his hair like a pair of pliers and pulled him up sharply.
Four or five powerful flashlights shone over.
"Ma Long, nicknamed 'Pillar'?"
Ma Long, both in pain and frightened, exclaimed, "You've mistaken me for someone else!"
"Admit your mistake?"
With a "whoosh," everything in the backpack was dumped out, and then with a "bang," the cabinet was kicked open.
The group of police officers were all startled, their expressions suddenly changing.
The gun at the scene this afternoon was a fake, but this one is real...
"Quickly, report to Captain Xing..."
...
South of the city, the old palace.
This area is located in the South Fourth Ring Road, a genuine urban village. The narrow alleys are densely packed, like a spider web, and the self-built buildings by the villagers are of varying heights, creating a chaotic maze.
The village has a garment factory, a building materials factory, and a pig farm in a slightly more remote corner. The people who come to Beijing to work are from all over the country, from all walks of life, and do all sorts of jobs.
But Ma Shan still felt unsafe.
For many years, things were peaceful and smooth sailing, but Ma Shan could never forget those early years when he was constantly on the run, living in fear and living worse than a rat.
Since you're a thief, never underestimate the police. If you're careless, you'll either be shot or already in jail...
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He took out his phone and dialed a number.
The phone rang six or seven times before being answered, and an impatient voice came through: "Old Ma, didn't I tell you not to call unless absolutely necessary?"
“I know the boss, but something just doesn’t feel right: the two people I usually contact aren’t answering their phones?”
"Old Ma, why didn't you do this sooner?"
The person on the other end became even more impatient. "I've told you eight hundred times to keep a low profile and not be so arrogant, but you just let it go in one ear and out the other."
"What kind of place is that? The capital city! Wielding knives and sticks in broad daylight, and even guns? Playing with guns in the capital city, what does that even mean? If I were a cop, I'd investigate you thoroughly..."
"Don't even mention the branch office, even the municipal bureau has been alerted this time. If you were in that situation, would you dare to answer the phone?"
Ma Shan's heart sank: "Aren't they afraid that if I get arrested, I'll expose them?"
"Hehe, what are you digging up? How many times did you host dinners, how many clubs did you arrange, how much money did you give as gifts, how many prostitutes did you hire, and how many videos did you record?"
Old Ma, don't be naive. These problems won't kill anyone. The boss didn't order you to chop someone up in the street, nor did he order you to brandish a gun in Beijing..."
"Old Ma, let's not beat around the bush. You're telling me: if you go in, I'll be the first one you stab, right? Fine, go ahead and stab me... At most, I'll just have to stop doing business in Beijing!"
Ma Shan's face flushed red and then turned pale.
He wouldn't dare to make a fuss.
If we don't stab him, he'll just be in jail for a few years at worst. If we do stab him, he won't survive, and neither will his family.
Another sigh came from the phone: "Old Ma, don't threaten me. After so many years of cooperation, you should know very well that I can lift you up and I can also bring you down. You also know that I've always been fair in my rewards and punishments..."
Ma Shan panicked and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine: "Boss, that's not what I meant..."
"I know, I'm just giving you a heads-up: it's not a big deal, far from the point where you should be completely defeated and have to burn your bridges... and it's not as serious as you imagine."
But this time, too many people were injured, the commotion was too great, and the nature of the crime was too heinous. The municipal bureau convened an emergency meeting overnight with heads of all departments. With such a major case occurring in their jurisdiction, and knowing it's related to you, who would dare answer your call in the meeting room? They might not even have their cell phone with them…”
There was a slight pause on the phone: "Just wait, they'll call you back by midnight at the latest..."
"Boss, I understand!"
"Okay, I'm hanging up!"
As soon as the call ended, Ma Shan's face fell: "Fuck your mother!"
We're all ancient foxes, why are you singing ghost stories to me?
You've kept me here so I can be your test case, right?
If I'm fine, then everything's great. If I get arrested, then you should consider running away.
No, I can't stay in the capital any longer...
Ma Shan suddenly stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Er Tiao, Gangzi..."
"Uncle Shan!" came a chorus of responses, and four or five men stood up.
"Get the car ready... Let's leave Beijing!"
The men responded in unison.
Some were packing clothes, others were carrying luggage, and Ma Shan stood in the middle of the room, his eyes flickering between light and shadow.
Something must have happened, and it must be something serious. But he didn't know exactly what it was.
Just like the boss said, because a gun was used, the nature of the offense is too serious.
But it was a fake gun. Apart from the stock being taken from an old gun, it only came with two steel pipes. It was only good for scaring people; a stick would have been more effective.
It shouldn't be to the extent that this alarms the city level, or even warrants an overnight meeting.
Someone died, or perhaps a police officer was injured?
It doesn't seem that bad.
Unless, a police officer dies...
Ma Shan's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed, "Fuck your mother!"
"Hurry up, all of you..."
"Uncle Shan, it's done!"
"Walk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the subordinate standing next to him froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly widening, but his pupils contracted sharply.
It's like seeing a ghost in broad daylight?
Wait, why is there a red dot on Gangzi's forehead?
Ma Shan's face turned deathly pale, and he suddenly turned around.
There were two windows, and on the windowsill of each window stood two people.
Wearing a steel helmet and carrying a long spear...
With a loud bang, the door was kicked open, and another group rushed in.
Still wearing a steel helmet and carrying a long spear.
Yan Wenjing gripped his pistol, looked at Ma Shan, and sneered: "Leaving the capital? From where?"
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