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Chapter 994 - 994 965 Struggling in the Face of Death!

994: Chapter 965: Struggling in the Face of Death!

A Life Not Worth Regretting!

994: Chapter 965: Struggling in the Face of Death!

A Life Not Worth Regretting!

Screams of agony!

Unending, relentless!

As if being subjected to all eighteen kinds of brutal torture.

Amid these chilling wails, blood ceaselessly flowed.

Soon enough, the once arrogant and wild Biao felt what it meant to be on the brink of death.

Of course,

After ramming him twice, Du’s fury had subsided considerably.

He didn’t proceed to crush him underneath the wheels, but instead abruptly slammed on the brakes, bringing the business van to a stop.

The Volkswagen sedan that was speeding away also screeched to a halt after about a dozen meters.

The driver didn’t get out of the car, but was surely scared witless.

The atmosphere turned somewhat eerie.

The underground parking lot, deserted late at night, didn’t draw much of a crowd despite the car accident.

But Biao’s agonized screams continued, heart-wrenchingly piercing.

As though his heart was being pierced by a thousand arrows, his skin flayed, and sinews drawn.

In reality,

He had been sandwiched once, and rammed twice.

Even though he was strong and resilient, flesh and bone simply couldn’t compare to a metal car.

When has there ever been a car crash where the person could smash up the car and come out unscathed?

The faster the car and the heavier its mass, the more likely it is to cause serious injury or even death.

Just like a pedestrian being struck and run over by a large truck, survival is rarely the outcome.

The strongest of humans can’t withstand the impact of a speeding vehicle; after all, are we not made of flesh and blood, far less durable than vehicles forged of metal?

Just like now.

How could Biao, with all his bluster, withstand the fierce collision with the business van?

He had multiple comminuted fractures throughout his body, severe internal injuries, and significant blood loss…

Without calling an ambulance and rushing to the hospital quickly, he wouldn’t last long before his time was up.

However…

Du was resolute today, intent on dealing a deadly blow.

He neither called an ambulance nor drove over him.

Instead, he sat in the car, coldly watching, patiently waiting, and listening with a sneer.

It was as if he was savoring the satisfaction of revenge,

Or intentionally dragging it out, letting Biao and others see clearly the consequences of crossing him.

In the backseat,

Wu Jie felt the cold service weapon and gently touched his disguised face.

“F*ck!

Du, you’re really hot-headed!”

“Compared to indecisive Zheng, you’re so much more straightforward and decisive!”

“If I’d known this would happen, why the hell would I need a disguise mask?

You’ve taken him down without any help from me!”

Du snorted with a laugh: “This is decisive?

I’m regretting not blowing his brains out with one shot right now!

Dammit, my car got kicked, splashed with dog blood, it’s seriously bad luck!”

“Besides, for this kind of dirty work, do you really need to lift a finger?

Your only job is to figure out how to accomplish the mission for me; otherwise, old debts and new combined, I’m afraid my days ahead are going to be even harder!”

Wu Jie smiled faintly.

Peering through the car window, Wu Jie saw the stopped Volkswagen sedan, and its driver alighting.

His build was not robust; instead, he was somewhat thin.

Sharp-faced with monkey cheeks, shifty eyebrows, and rat-like eyes.

He was definitely no good bird at first glance.

Wu Jie then saw him sprint to Biao’s side.

He did not act like those brainless TV dramas, where someone clearly severely injured continues to be shaken while asking through tears, “How are you, don’t scare me, please wake up,” and so on…

Instead, he briskly went behind Biao’s head, bent over, clutched the shirt on both shoulders, and like dragging a dead dog, swiftly dragged him away.

Amidst the screams and wails, a crimson trail of blood flowed from under Biao.

It was a glaring, eye-piercing scarlet.

Seeing Biao’s unbearable pain, the sorrowful and twisted expression on his face, Wu Jie could only shake his head silently.

There is something detestable about those to be pitied.

If he hadn’t been so arrogant and reckless, so rude and impertinent, so impulsive to kick the car…

If he had spoken nicely, offered a cigarette with an apologetic smile, politely inquired…

Looking at him, he was just an ordinary debt collector, not really doing all that well; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been tracking and collecting debts frontline in the middle of the night.

But what was the result?

The good are bullied, the gentle are ridden.

He was probably used to being arrogant, and the power behind him was indeed very strong, which inflated his confidence to the point of ignoring everyone around him, thus making his actions uncommonly irrational.

Habit fostered nature.

He must have gotten used to intimidating and threatening those who owed money, so he thought speaking roughly and kicking cars weren’t a big deal, but what was the result?

He thought that this unremarkable-looking, inexpensive-looking business car couldn’t possibly belong to someone wealthy and powerful, assuming he could flex a little power, make threats and intimidations, but who could have imagined…

His habitual arrogance and presumptuous kick had indeed hit a steel plate.

This tragic event, of course, was his own doing.

That Old Du hadn’t started the business car and chased after him to forcefully run him over for a double kill was already quite merciful.

And what’s the harm if such scum and trash like him were dead or crushed?

With Old Du’s position and power, he could easily pin some charge on him, or not even bother, and still get away with it.

Who would investigate?

Who would dare?

Thus, even if Biao died, it would only be an unjust death.

Upon closer thought.

Old Du’s actions were not unfeasible after all.

Xu Feng getting into this car must have been no secret to those debt collectors and their backers by now.

With so many colossal debts owed by Liuli City’s Xu Family, and so many high and mighty creditors, it is quite possible that some of them are still watching from the shadows at this moment.

A warning to others!

Before Old Du forcefully hit Biao, causing serious injury, he had sternly warned him not to harm a single hair on Xu Feng.

What did this signify?

It was a warning to those who harbored thoughts of pressuring for debts that they could do anything but not harm Xu Feng.

This was an invisible declaration and protection.

But the precondition was that Xu Feng was currently valuable to Old Du and the War Statistics Institute.

If he couldn’t obtain important clues or accomplish his task, then whether he or the Xu Family of Liuli City lived or died was of no concern to Old Du.

Old Du was engaged in the grand affairs of maintaining world peace and safeguarding the nation, never bothering with petty issues like debt disputes.

Therefore, Old Du’s impetuosity was not a matter of acting rash without considering consequences.

Wu Jie was the epitome of brute strength coupled with finesse, courageous and strategic.

At that moment.

The driver of the Volkswagen sedan had already dragged Biao to the side of the car.

He opened the door and tried to shove Biao inside.

But Biao, no lightweight, was more than the frail driver could handle.

Instead, Biao, whose hand was unharmed, suddenly pulled out a replica gun from inside the car.

Bang!!

A muffled sound.

The gunshot echoed throughout the entire underground parking garage.

The minivan wasn’t hit, and Biao, wounded, couldn’t withstand the powerful recoil.

The bullet had flown off, its whereabouts unknown.

Now, with the gun being drawn, the nature of the case had changed dramatically.

Originally, Biao’s brash and arrogant car-smashing and kicking had provoked Du to run him over with his car.

Although both were at fault, Du was arguably more to blame, at least suspected of intentional injury, while Biao would have been charged with creating disturbances and vandalizing property at the most.

But now Biao had drawn a gun and even freaking shot at an official car of the War Statistics Institute…

The nature of the incident instantly escalated to a criminal case, which immediately upgraded the severity and nature of the case; any right he had had just turned into wrong.

Moreover, Wu Jie was still in the car.

What if, by some bad luck, the bullet had pierced the car frame, hitting Wu Jie’s vital parts?

Could Du bear the loss and the responsibility?

In an instant.

Old Du could no longer contain his rage, erupting with fury.

“Damn it, suicide mission!!”

He engaged gear and floored the throttle; the minivan roared as it surged forward with speed.

And in a flash.

The kindhearted driver who had attempted to take Biao away had no time to intervene or persuade, immediately turning tail and running.

At this point.

Save your own skin, never mind the poor sucker.

Preservation is key; who the hell cares about a dumb teammate like Biao?!

Big and strong but simple-minded.

Facing such a ruthless opponent, if you’ve been bested, you better beat it—pulling out a gun to shoot…

if that isn’t seeking death, what is?

Even if you’re impulsive and filled with rage, you’ve got to hold back.

You really think having a gun makes you king?

Thinking you can provoke anyone and get away with it?

Run!

Run for your life!

Run as fast as you can!

The clever driver took off at a breakneck escape, not hesitating or pausing for a second.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Unable to get in the car, Biao sat slumped by the door, firing shot after shot.

However, in so much pain that he couldn’t hold the gun steady, he couldn’t handle the recoil over and over again.

So, with no accuracy, even with the broad side of a minivan just ten meters away, he couldn’t land a single shot.

With a crash.

The minivan, speeding up, rammed forward.

Accompanied by the severe shaking of the vehicle, the Volkswagen sedan, hit diagonally, was pushed far away.

As for Biao, caught ‘precisely’ in the middle, he was certainly crushed into pulp in an instant.

Suddenly.

The world went quiet, the screams echoing in the underground parking garage vanished.

After all, made of flesh and bone, no human could withstand such a violent strike.

And the minivan continued to push the Volkswagen sedan far away before coming to a halt.

The body, trapped and unable to move, was now a smeared mess on the ground, indistinguishable with no way to tell what was limbs or torso…

Buzz~

The minivan abruptly reversed a few meters, pulling back to create distance, at which point Wu Jie caught sight of Biao.

The once bulky man had become a puddle of pulped flesh.

As soon as the minivan stopped.

Du’s assistant from the passenger seat got out quickly.

Holding a submachine gun, he cautiously approached.

Back in the day, he would have finished off the perpetrator with a shot to ensure the thug was dead and couldn’t wreak further havoc.

But Biao was nearly a meat sauce, there was no need to waste ammo on a confirmation shot.

After confirming that Biao was indeed gone, and the Volkswagen sedan was empty, the assistant took out a specially-made mobile phone to capture the scene for evidence before returning to the minivan.

“Arrange for cleanup at the scene!”

Du instructed before turning the car around, preparing to leave.

However, not having gone far, he spotted two night security guards hiding at a corner, trembling.

Clearly.

They had seen the whole sequence: kicking the car, slamming into it, crushing, firing shots…

Such ferocity was not something these security guards could handle.

So…

They chose to hide; preservation was key.

Du didn’t stop, glanced at the two, and sped off.

His assistant had already made contact to arrange for someone to take care of it; it wouldn’t be long before someone showed up to take over.

Of course.

Arriving more swiftly was the patrol police, responding to the emergency call.

Just as the minivan exited the underground garage, a police car with flashing lights and piercing sirens entered the underground parking lot entrance.

And as Du drove, he dialed Zheng’s number, beginning a non-stop barrage of complaints:

“Is every freaking debt-collecting gang this powerful now?

Dammit, they even had guns!”

“Even if it’s a replica, it’s still deadly enough for the average Joe!”

“Aren’t you guys overdue for a crackdown, to clean out these vermin?”

…

Before Du finished his rant, his assistant warned of a tail.

Wu Jie turned his head to look.

It was a Volkswagen sedan of the same model as the one that had been hit in the parking garage, and it was moving fast.

Following close behind, clearly intending to seek revenge…