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Chapter 686 - 545 Closing In (Asking for Monthly Votes!)_2

Chapter 686: 545 Closing In (Asking for Monthly Votes!)_2

Under the surveillance of the elevator camera.

Nearly ten bodies lay scattered in pools of blood.

Outside the parking lot.

The caution tape had already been put up.

Every entrance was sealed off.

The south entrance.

Dozens of police and SWAT vehicles stood ready.

In one unmarked car sat the prosecutor most likely to be promoted to Attorney General, Che Changmin, who was silently smoking a rare cigarette.

"Aren’t we going in yet?"

The young assistant who had scolded An Zairong at the courthouse doors whispered.

"Wait a bit longer."

Che Changmin exhaled a puff of smoke, his square face lit with righteousness did not hold the arrogance of strategy or the excitement of cracking a major case; instead, it was heavy.

"...But if we delay any longer, more people will die."

The assistant’s voice was as low as a mosquito’s buzz.

Che Changmin pinched out the cigarette, looked up, and glanced at him.

"They are all criminals, death is too good for them. Every one of them that dies, society becomes safer, don’t you think?"

He didn’t know whether he was convincing his subordinate or himself.

The assistant nodded, hesitated for a moment but couldn’t help saying, "But what if Lan Peizhi dies?"

Che Changmin didn’t reply immediately; he snuffed out the cigarette with his hand, opened the window, and threw the remaining stub outside.

"You don’t understand that woman. If she were so easy to kill, she wouldn’t have survived until now."

The assistant seemed to understand but didn’t dare to ask further.

Time slipped away silently.

After a few more minutes of silence, Che Changmin looked at his watch.

Then.

He picked up the walkie-talkie from the car seat.

"Close the net!"

"Beep beep beep..."

The loud siren of the police quickly sounded.

The police and SWAT vehicles, poised for action, immediately started up and rushed into the parking lot from each entrance.

"You are surrounded, everyone put down your weapons, hands on your heads, and squat on the ground! You are surrounded, everyone put down your weapons, hands on your heads, and squat on the ground!"

Police vehicles entering from different entrances converged in the same area, encircling both clashing groups.

The stern and severe broadcast repeated over and over.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The police and SWAT officers got out of their vehicles, but didn’t approach immediately. Instead, they lifted their firearms, ready for the encounter.

The pungent blood smell was dissipated somewhat.

The criminals, engrossed in the slaughter, first met the situation with confusion, not panic.

"Put down your weapons and surrender now!"

The police leader in charge of the operation fired a shot into the air above his head.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound echoed through the empty parking lot.

The assassins snapped to attention, halting their actions.

Che Changmin opened the door and stepped out, his brow unconsciously furrowing at the sharp smell of blood, and then he looked forward.

Dozens of people stood dumbfounded in the encirclement, breathing heavily, all armed, their cruelty still evident on their faces.

Moreover, the ground was littered with people lying haphazardly—some obviously had become corpses, others moaned painfully, their strength gone, while blood quietly flowed from their unbearable wounds and formed thin pools on the ground.

Even someone as experienced as Che Changmin took a deep breath at the sight of such a gruesome scene.

"Put down your weapons immediately!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Another succession of fierce gunfire ensued.

The heavily armed SWAT team began to advance with imposing order.

The encircling ring grew progressively smaller.

In the face of the forces of order, the so-called criminal power was clearly insufficient; as brash or vicious as these criminals might be, they weren’t mad enough to openly defy state power.

In their line of work, there might be madmen, but there would be no fools.

With this show of force, any further rash action would certainly be met with the downpour of justified sanctions.

Apart from those who had fallen, the remaining standing killers sensibly threw away their blades and, complying with the police’s demands, began to slowly squat down with their hands on their heads.

Seeing the situation under control, the senior police officer in charge exhaled a breath of relief, holstered his emptied pistol, and then saw someone who still refused to obey the command.

"Squat down, didn’t you hear?!"

The ragged Xing Jie was already exhausted, his right arm, chest, back... wounded all over.

Although he could fight and struggle fiercely, a lone tiger could not withstand a pack of wolves. Had the police arrived a moment later, he would have inevitably met his end, hacked to death by the chaotic blades.

Just like...

The confidant of Lan Peizhi who was already lying on the ground.

His abdomen was stabbed multiple times, his intestines spilling out.

Another person sat leaning against a parked car, his body covered in knife wounds, his eyes wide open, dead without closing them.

The badly injured Xing Jie glanced to the left, then smiled relievedly, and after, threw away the watermelon knife with a chipped blade, supporting the stumbling Xu Kuan who had been fighting back-to-back with him, and both sat down on the ground.

Compared to him, Xu Kuan’s injuries were even more severe, a dagger buried in his right leg, its blade invisible, handle protruding, his face pale and blood pouring out.

All around them, people gradually knelt down until only one woman remained standing in the circle.

With her at the center, within a ten-meter radius, the blood was thickest, and the bodies lying haphazardly numbered in the dozens!

Policemen, tactical officers... countless gazes converged on her.

The butterfly knife in her hand was still as dark as blood.

"I’ll talk to her."

Che Changmin stopped the senior police official who wanted to call out and looked toward the legendary Shenzhou woman.

Even though he had always known she was extraordinary, witnessing the scene before him, she remained unharmed despite being surrounded and attacked by nearly a hundred people, he couldn’t contain his shock.

In his career, he had dealt with numerous criminals, but he had never seen someone as formidable as this.

And incredibly, it was a woman!

Although inherently opposing the criminal world, at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of involuntary admiration.

"Miss Lan, I am Che Changmin. Please put down your weapon and come with us."

He called out loudly.

The woman standing with her side to them turned around, her indescribable face also stained with a streak of blood.

She lifted her hand and gently wiped it away.

Che Changmin’s resolute composure crumbled in an instant, like wind passing through, starting to fluctuate.

The rest of the police were also lost in a trance.

Stripped of their uniforms, they were mere ordinary people who typically admired the glamorous stars and idols on stages and in television.

But at this moment, this Eastern woman, responsible for numerous deaths, exposed them to an unfamiliar charm that struck their souls like nothing they had ever experienced before.

"Miss Lan, please cooperate and put down your weapon immediately. Otherwise, we will have to take forceful measures!"

Che Changmin called out again, this time with a heavier tone.

"Come and take it yourself."

Incredibly, after enduring a vicious and brutal battle, let alone being injured, she didn’t even appear to be out of breath, standing amidst the pool of blood as if the guns pointed at her from all directions did not exist.

"Changmin..."

The senior police official in charge of the operation was unwilling to see Che Changmin take a risk.

After killing so many people.

This Shenzhou woman was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous person.

"It’s alright."

Che Changmin didn’t hesitate too much, ignoring the kind attempts to stop him, and walked forward calmly.

"Da..."

Ripples spread in the pool of blood.

The soles of his shoes were dyed red by the blood.

Walking past the bloody scene, the prosecutor with a promising future, who had devoted all his energy to the cause of justice and was yet unmarried, approached Lan Peizhi.

"Miss Lan, please hand the weapon to me."

All the policemen tensed.

The sniper had his sight trained, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense.

"Miss Lan, please cooperate."

Che Changmin spoke out again, as if unaware that at this distance, if she decided to attack, his chances of survival would be slim.

Lan Peizhi raised her hand.

Sweat trickled down from the temples, and the sniper held his breath unconsciously, eyes fixed on the scope.

"Keep it safe for me until I come to retrieve it."

The butterfly knife fell into the hands of Che Changmin.

Lan Peizhi walked past him.

Che Changmin gripped the cold butterfly knife and turned around.

"Take all of these people away!"

Outside the parking lot.

The police lights flashed brightly.

One after another, handcuffed individuals were pushed into police cars.

On the roof of the building.

Jiang Chen wrapped his injured palm with cloth torn from a killer’s clothing, bearing witness to everything below.