Chapter Fifty: Things Have Gotten Out of Hand

  The highway outside the hot spring town is being widened and renovated, the road is bumpy and dusty, and the Mini Cooper's compact body advantage cannot be brought into play at all. The 1.6-liter engine is even more unable to compete with the Land Rover's 4.6-liter 310-horsepower powerful power, and Qianqian steps on the accelerator desperately, speeding forward with his life, but still can't pull away from the distance.

  Song Shuang was still dialing her father's phone, she was scared to death, her hands were shaking. Ling Zijie was calmer than the two girls, he took out his phone and dialed 110: "Police? We're being chased, where...where are we?"

  "I don't know!" Song Shuang exclaimed loudly.

  "On a certain road outside Onsen Town!" Konomi replied, her hands and feet moving busily as she too couldn't quite get a clear sense of direction.

  Ling Zijie, an outsider, was even more confused about the situation. He was thinking of looking for some obvious landmarks outside when Land Rover Cool Road suddenly caught up with him. The tall off-road vehicle squeezed Mini Cooper to the side of the road, and a long string of sparks was rubbed out between the two cars. A meaty head wearing sunglasses poked out from the co-pilot seat of the off-road vehicle, holding a shotgun with a sawn-off barrel.

  Zhu Qiangqiang let out a loud cry, covering her face with her hands. The Mini Cooper, now out of control, crashed into a mound of earth and flipped over onto its side, sliding forward for dozens of meters before finally coming to a stop. All three people were trapped inside the car. Qiangqiang's face was covered in blood. Song Shuang, who had been sitting in the back seat, dropped his phone and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He turned around to see that the off-road vehicle had stopped behind them, and four people got out of the car, approaching them with knives, guns, and axes in hand.

  Ling Zijie struggled to undo his seatbelt, but the buckle was stuck and he couldn't get it open. His phone had fallen beside him, and the voice of the 110 operator came through the receiver: "Hello? What's going on? Are you still there?"

  A loud crash, the man in sunglasses swung his iron rod and smashed the window of the car, shattering glass everywhere. Song Shuang let out a series of shrill cries, panting heavily, which only provoked the men's ferocity. With a few swift blows, they shattered the windows, opened the door, and were about to drag people out when suddenly a white van came speeding by, its speed so fast that no one had time to dodge. A large man was knocked flying over ten meters away.

  Fu Kang stopped abruptly in front of him, and Liu Handong jumped down with a steel pipe in his hand. He took swift steps forward. The leading Hanzi raised the shotgun with one hand, but before he could pull the trigger, a sharp whistling sound pierced the air, and his wrist was smashed, causing the shotgun to fall to the ground.

  The man suddenly became fierce, enduring the severe pain and pounced on Liu Handong, causing him to retreat several steps back. Another person took advantage of the situation and swung his dagger forward, Liu Handong dodged to one side, but the dagger stabbed into his shoulder muscle with a "pu" sound.

  Liu Handong stretched out his hand behind him, pulled out a bloody dagger, and with one slash, stabbed the person behind him in the abdomen. As he turned around, a club hit him on the head, Liu Handong stumbled, but surprisingly didn't fall, blood flowing from the top of his head, his face covered in blood, he glared with his eyes wide open, walking forward, holding a steel pipe, shouting loudly: "Come on! Come on!"

  The murderer was intimidated by his desperate momentum, retreating repeatedly, hastily dragging away the injured accomplice, fleeing up the mountain road and disappearing into the dust, even forgetting to pick up the gun that had fallen to the ground.

  Liu Handong touched his head, fortunately, his own head was hard enough, but he was also smashed open a big mouth, and the blood was gushing out. He walked to the mini car, opened the door with force, and first rescued Qianqian, who had blood all over her face, but her injuries were not serious.

  Ling Zijie also crawled out, the scene just now was all shot by him using his mobile phone, and he is still holding his mobile phone to take pictures, this is extremely rare first-hand material.

  Look at Song Shuang again, lying in the car, looking very unwell, pale face, sweating all over, limbs twitching constantly.

  "Does Song Shuang have epilepsy?" Ling Zijie asked hastily.

  "I don't know!" Pingping was shocked silly.

  "This isn't epilepsy, is there a plastic bag?" Liu Handong asked while scanning the car, and found a large FamilyMart shopping bag filled with snacks. He grabbed it, poured out the contents, and put the bag over Song Shuang's head.

  "What are you doing! Do you want to suffocate her to death?" Qiongqiong asked.

  "She hyperventilated." Liu Handong said, seeing that Qianqian didn't understand, he explained another sentence: "Due to tension leading to rapid breathing, low carbon dioxide concentration, and respiratory alkalosis."

  Song Shuang put a plastic bag over his head, breathed in some of the carbon dioxide he had exhaled, and gradually recovered to normal, his hands and feet no longer twitching.

  Liu Handong took off his bag and saw that Ling Zijie was still taking pictures, so he said: "Don't take a picture of me, I'm just passing by." After finishing, he got on the Richkan and drove away.

  "Hey, you're still bleeding, go to the hospital and get it bandaged!" Qiongqiong shouted.

  The smoke of wealth has dispersed far away.

  Ling Zijie helped Song Shuang sit up, it was really too dangerous just now, if someone hadn't come to their aid with a knife, the three of them would probably have died here.

  Qianqian picked up her phone from the car and called Zhu Huabiao. As soon as the call connected, she burst into loud wails without saying a word, crying so miserably that it scared Zhu, who lost his composure in the traffic police command center: "Qianqian, what's wrong! Where are you!"

  The meeting had just ended and Song Jianfeng returned to the office, hearing the ringing of unconnected calls in the drawer. He took it out and saw that there were eight unconnected calls, all from his daughter.

  He immediately dialed back, someone answered, but there was a wailing cry in the receiver, and it didn't sound like his daughter.

  "Shuang'er, are you there?" Song Jiangfeng felt that something was off.

  "Dad, I'm still alive." Song Shuang's voice came, seemingly calm but soon choked up, "Dad save me, someone wants to kill me!"

  Song Jianfeng slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his eyes wide with rage. Someone actually dared to plot against his own daughter!

  Secretary Shen Hongyi walked in upon hearing the sound, his searching gaze cast over.

  Song Jianfeng said: "Shuang Er, calm down, I'll send someone over right away, where are you exactly?"

  Secretary Shen immediately picked up his pen and paper to take notes.

  Song Shuang said: "We are on a highway outside Wenquan Town, repairing the road, with many building materials nearby, and there is a bridge called Bali Bridge."

  Secretary Shen quickly drew a map on the paper: "Wenquan Town, Bali Bridge, 52 kilometers from Jiang Province Road, the nearest police station is Wenquan Town Police Station, and it takes 8 minutes to arrive at the scene."

  "Tell them to send the police immediately and get a car ready, I'll go myself." Song Jianfeng still held onto his phone: "Shuang Er, don't hang up, keep talking, are you injured?"

  "I'm fine, but my face is covered in blood."

  "Call an ambulance." Song Jianfeng said, turning his head.

  Shen Hongyi nodded, holding a digital intercom: "Command center, coordinate the nearest hospital and send an ambulance over."

  Under the provincial government building, a black Audi was ready to go, with a black Mercedes-Benz leading the way in front of it. The license plate read "Provincial Committee Guard Bureau Armed Police". A row of red and blue police lights were on top of the car, and a shrill siren sounded. Song Jianfeng got into the car, and the Audi immediately started moving. At the entrance of the provincial government building, traffic control was in place, with all vehicles prohibited from passing through. Traffic police directed with hand gestures, only allowing passage after Song's special vehicle had passed by.

  At the same time, the traffic police headquarters was also in emergency mobilization. Zhu Huabiao hurried downstairs, followed by more than a dozen white-hatted traffic police with stripes and flowers on their shoulders. They each got into their cars, and over a dozen police motorcycles turned on their sirens and led the way, followed by eight police cars that drove out in a line.

  The first to arrive at the scene were still police officers from the Wenshui Town Police Station, two civilian police officers and two auxiliary police officers. They had just met in the station earlier and knew that these three young people came to investigate something at the Shuidu Hotel. It was also reasonable for them to be unlucky, what kind of background does the Shuidu Hotel have, can they afford to offend it?

  The police were delighted, but still conscientiously took out the first aid kit to help Qianqian bandage her wound. Before long, an ambulance from the town hospital arrived to take the injured away, but these three people refused to leave.

  "We must protect the scene, nothing is allowed to move." Song Shuang said.

  The police sneered and protected the scene, but it was just a traffic accident with a fight, no one died, what's the point of protecting the scene?

  "We'll take care of things here, let's go back to the station and make a record." said the police officer.

  "Suddenly, a shrill voice shouted: 'No! You're in cahoots with bad people!'"

  The police officer's face sank: "What did you just say?"

  Song Shuang held out his mobile phone: "Call your leader and talk to him."

  The police picked up the phone and asked casually: "Where are you?"

  "My name is Song Jianfeng!"

  "Which Song Jianfeng?" The police officer was taken aback.

  In the speeding Audi, Song Jianfeng's face was ashen as he handed his mobile phone to Shen Hongyi: "You talk to him."

  "Hello, I'm Shen Hongyi, Secretary of Provincial Public Security Department Director Song. You're the police officer on duty from Wenquan Town Police Station, right? Has the ambulance coordinated by the command center arrived? Make sure to protect the scene and do not let anyone move around. This is a very serious criminal case and we'll be there soon."

  The police officer's sweat had all come down, he heard the unique siren of the lead car from his mobile phone. This wasn't a joke, who dared to impersonate the provincial hall leader for no reason? It was 90% real.

  "Alright, give the phone to Director Song's daughter." Shen Hongyi said.

  The police officer suddenly realized that the girl was the minister's daughter, no wonder. He nervously handed back the phone with both hands, ordered the auxiliary police to protect the scene and maintain order, and forbade bystanders from approaching.

  Less than three minutes later, the director and instructor of the Wenshui Town Police Station arrived. They had already been informed that the Director's daughter was involved in an incident within their jurisdiction. Upon arriving at the scene, the director's intestines turned green with regret. The ones who had encountered a car accident and were robbed and killed were actually the three people who had just come to the police station asking for assistance in investigating the surveillance video of the Dashuidu Hotel.

  This matter is probably related to the Dashadong Hotel. Upon further investigation, I'm also implicated and can't escape responsibility. This police uniform has been worn to the end.

  Fifteen minutes later, the traffic police team arrived at the scene and took over without saying a word, saying it was a highway accident under their jurisdiction. The director of the police station did not dare to speak out, Zhu Huabiao wore a white shirt with two police monitor badges on his shoulders, a mid-level leader, much higher than himself.

  Right behind, the provincial leaders also arrived. The Audi car door opened and Song Jianfeng got out of the car with a very ugly face. Zhu Huabiao rushed up: "Director Song, fortunately, no one was hurt."

  Song Jianfeng nodded and let the people put the three car accident victims into the ambulance, without saying a word to his daughter. At this moment, he was not a father, but a policeman.

  The scene was brutal, the Mini Cooper overturned, the car window glass shattered, the windshield cracked with a pattern of cracks, the ground was covered in blood, an shotgun and two steel pipes were scattered around.

  "Song Hall, should we handle it according to the anti-terrorism case procedure?" Secretary Shen said in a low voice.

  Song Jianfeng's face was expressionless: "No, this is a trap set by Section Two to capture me!"