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Chapter 111 - 93 Backup Intelligence_2

Chapter 111: Chapter 93 Backup Intelligence_2

"Since that’s the case, there’s nothing more to say."

Lu Kexin stood up to leave, but her wrist was grabbed by a hand.

"Kexin, what are you trying to do?" the man asked in a panicked tone.

Lu Kexin looked at the scars on his face, feeling a twinge of sympathy, yet when she thought of the child in her belly, she clenched her teeth.

"You must decide, do you want me and the child, or her?"

"Kexin, do you really have to push me? Can’t we think of some other way?" the man pleaded.

Shaking her head, Lu Kexin remained resolute.

Seeing her like this, a dark glint flashed in the man’s eyes from within the gloom, and through gritted teeth he said, "Fine! I agree to your terms!"

"Really?" A look of surprise instantly spread across Lu Kexin’s face.

However, before she could continue speaking, she suddenly saw a blur.

"Bang!" The next moment, Lu Kexin had fainted softly onto the passenger seat, with a trickle of blood seeping from her forehead.

"Huff~ Huff~" The man panted heavily, clutching a Pixiu ornament in his hand.

The base of the Pixiu was now stained with a bit of blood, looking slightly fierce.

"Why did you force me? Why did you have to force me..." the man muttered to himself, his eyes filling with an increasing malice.

A car sped past, its headlights illuminating the secret corner for an instant, revealing the man’s scarred and somewhat crazed face...

Once the street fell back into darkness, the engine sound returned, the headlights were switched on, and the car slowly started, quickly disappearing into the gloomy street corner.

Darkness always breeds sin, and sin flows through the blood of every demon...

...

It was 11:30 pm, in the suburbs.

Wild weeds grew abundantly around the derelict building, casting long, oblique shadows under the pallid moonlight, and apart from the low buzz of insects, only the howling night wind could be heard, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"Captain Wang, are you sure about your intel? It’s this late and we haven’t even seen a shadow."

Qin Xiaoru tightened her clothes, cupping her hands in the chilly April night, squatting among the weeds.

"Uh... it should be accurate, right?"

Truth be told, having waited from ten o’clock until now, his legs numb from squatting, Wang Zhao Ping’s confidence ebbed away as time passed.

Even though Meng Lang’s tips were always on point, Wang Zhao Ping had been grasping at straws, wondering if the other party could really locate the target with just a scant few clues.

But after experiencing the human trafficker incident and witnessing the other party’s incredible reach, Wang Zhao Ping held his patience.

"Let’s wait until midnight. If no one shows, let’s pack it up!

Tell everyone to stay alert; if we return empty-handed, I’m treating everyone to a hot pot meal at Haidilao!"

Qin Xiaoru immediately smiled and said into her wireless earpiece, "Captain says if it’s midnight and no one comes, he’s treating us to Haidilao hot pot."

Soft rustling emanated from several concealed spots around them.

"What are you doing! Hide better, don’t scare them away, or I’ll send you to fish in the river instead!" Captain Wang couldn’t help but laugh and curse over the comms.

"Boom~" Just then, a car engine’s roar shattered the night’s stillness.

Faint car lights, like will-o’-the-wisps in the darkness, drew closer and closer.

"They’re here! They really came!" Qin Xiaoru said excitedly.

Wang Zhao Ping, too, showed signs of elation. These clues were solid gold!

Driving to such a remote place at this hour, it would be hard to believe they weren’t up to some illegal shenanigans!

In the dark, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were glued to the approaching car, watching as it slowly came to a halt in front of the derelict building.

"Why is there only one car?"

"Maybe the other party involved in the deal hasn’t arrived yet. Everyone, stay hidden and wait!"

Then they saw the driver of the car extinguish the engine, turn off the headlights, and step out of the vehicle, a man’s silhouette appearing.

He seemed to be carefully looking around, confirming that no one was in sight, before he opened the passenger door and dragged out... a person?

"Uh... what’s going on?"

"I don’t know. Could it be a double-cross?"

"But the deal hasn’t even started yet; are they really that eager to backstab?"

Even Captain Wang was confused.

Could it be that the transaction was complete and they were here to dispose of the evidence?

What a bizarre turn of events. Even if it was betrayal, shouldn’t there at least be some lead-up? How did we jump straight to the end?

Wang Zhao Ping quickly put on his night-vision goggles that had been prepared in advance, and his vision cleared.

He saw the man drag the lifeless figure to an overgrown area below the derelict building. Then, he took out something that looked like rope and wrapped it around the person’s neck.

"Don’t blame me; you forced my hand. I didn’t want to do this, I really didn’t. Yes, it’s all your fault..." After a bout of whispers...

"Wuu wuu wuu~"

In the darkness, the low sobbing of a woman and faint struggles could be heard.

"Alive?" Captain Wang’s eyes widened.

Given the man’s actions, he needed no further explanation to understand what was happening.

Dispensing with further thought about why an artifact transaction had suddenly morphed into a murder scene, he drew his pistol and gave the order, "Move in!"

More than a dozen figures emerged from the bushes, and in an instant, a dozen beams from flashlights lit up!

"Don’t move!" "Put your hands up!" "Drop your weapon!"

Illuminated by the numerous flashlights and with seven or eight guns pointed at him, the man who was choking the woman froze mid-action under the impromptu outdoor "spotlight".