flstandardbreds Chapter 183 Xue Yanbin is 'caught'.
Chapter 183 Xue Yanbin is 'caught'.
He Fan slowly drove the car to the intersection and stopped.
With the police surrounding and intercepting him, Xue Yanbin wouldn't be able to get here so quickly, and he might not even be able to escape the police's control and appear here.
While listening to Xing Zhiyuan's group's deployment arrangements on his phone, He Fan also listened to the system's real-time reports on Xue Yanbin's location.
The police's deployment was extremely meticulous.
However, it was Xue Wen who arranged for Xue Yanbin to escape. This cunning old fox caused a series of car accidents on the bridge, blocking Zhe Yuan and his group's vehicles on the bridge. Xue Yanbin then changed vehicles and left.
"Captain, we've run into trouble on the West Lake Bridge and lost them."
Xing Zhiyuan had overall deployment information and, based on the surveillance, identified a new target vehicle.
“It’s alright, you guys retreat. Xiao Zhang, you guys go straight onto the West Third Ring Road and prepare to intercept the target vehicle in front of it.”
Upon receiving the order, Xiao Zhang immediately stepped on the gas pedal: "Roger that, Captain Xing."
He Fan pulled out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere.
They were squatting by the roadside, eating heartily.
"Tsk tsk, this Xue Wen is really quite capable, what a pity."
The system perked up immediately: "That's right, what a pity, it ran into me!"
He Fan spat out the sunflower seed shells in his mouth: "Tui~ I meant to say, it's a pity my son is an idiot."
Just as the system was about to activate its effect, He Fan began to flatter: "Of course, what's even more unfortunate is that you've run into me. What kind of person can escape when they meet a rich man?"
The system's smile was even harder to suppress than AK's, and it arrogantly said, "Heh, that's right!"
One person, one system, like listening to a radio drama, discussing the 'plot' through the intercom system.
The police immediately blocked the way: "Go, officer!"
Xue Yanbin dodged and ran away again: "Oh dear, you were just one breath away from victory."
He spotted the rear of the target vehicle: "This time it'll definitely work!"
Xue Yanbin wasn't in the car; the surveillance footage showed he switched to a motorcycle: "Damn! That old bastard Xue Wen was practically flying over here!"
System: "Yeah, host, why didn't you come by plane?"
He Fan finished eating all the sunflower seeds in his hand, patted the crumbs off his hands, and said, "Why fly a plane? Are you afraid you won't be a noticeable target?"
The system suddenly realized: "Oh!!! The host is really smart."
He Fan: "Your computer... no wonder AI can't replace humans."
How much further is it to us?
The system carefully calculated: "Host, in 5 minutes, no one can stop him from coming, but Xing Zhiyuan is close behind him, about 900 meters away."
He Fan stood up and stomped his slightly numb feet.
"Tsk, tell me, maintaining social order still depends on the two of us."
System: "What should we do? Run him over with our car?"
He Fan looked at him like he was an idiot, speechless, and looked up at the sky. There was nothing he could do; since he couldn't see the system, he could only let God give the rich guy a cold shoulder.
"Are you a wild child?"
"Is my life worthless, or is my car worthless?"
"Give me the gun!"
The system was shocked: "Host! The People's Republic of China cannot fire its guns!"
He Fan: "...Even the new China can't become sentient. We'll take your brain out later and send you for research."
System: "Item has been delivered to the host's inventory!"
He Fan smiled broadly, thinking, "It's easy to scare a rich guy like me."
She wasn't afraid; she just needed to blow out the tires, as the special bullets would explode from inside the tires.
The handguns I use are also products of the system. If anyone thinks there's a problem, let them investigate. It would take ten or eight years to find out what kind of weapon it is.
Besides, Xing Zhiyuan should be able to cover for him, right?
Of course, He Fan is not the kind of person who entrusts his fate to a man.
If the police suspect her, she will destroy all the surveillance footage and store the handgun in the system space.
Investigate all you want, investigate for the rest of your life.
He Fan got into the car, took out the exquisite pistol from his backpack, and wiped the gun with his fingers with great interest.
"Host, Xue Yanbin's motorcycle is still 500 meters away from us."
He Fan composed himself, rolled down the car window on the side facing the street, and raised his pistol, aiming it at the direction Xue Yanbin was coming from.
"Host, we are 400 meters away."
At the end of the bend, a black dot appeared, approaching rapidly from afar.
"Host, 300 meters..."
He Fan was very excited. She hadn't properly experienced the gun specialization that the system had given her yet.
Last time, when she was shooting at the kidnappers on the mountain, the situation was urgent, and she didn't have time to properly experience the changes this skill brought to her body.
He Fan cleared his mind of all distractions and focused intently on the black dot in front of him.
The black dot grew closer and larger; the target was the tire. He Fan aimed with one eye.
"Host, 200 meters!"
He saw it; the target magnified in He Fan's eyes, and his brain automatically calculated the trajectory of the bullet after the shot was fired.
"Host, we've reached 100 meters. This is Xue Yanbin."
"Host, Xing Zhiyuan is catching up, just past the bend."
He Fan curled his lips into a smile, waiting for Xing Zhiyuan to flank them from behind. There were few vehicles on this side, so there was no reason why the car couldn't catch up.
"Host, Xue Yanbin!"
He Fan applied slight pressure with his right index finger, and at that moment the air around him became still.
"Bang!!!"
......
A loud crash resounded, and He Fan's action of pulling the trigger came to an abrupt halt.
"I rely on!"
"Big spender, reclaim your spatial storage."
After saying that, He Fan threw the pistol aside, opened the door, and got out of the car.
The scene before me was horrific.
Xing Zhiyuan's car also caught up, and at that moment, several people in police uniforms were running wildly toward Xue Yanbin's location.
He Fan hadn't even had a chance to fire yet.
A blue truck suddenly appeared in sight and crashed head-on into Xue Yanbin's motorcycle.
At this moment, Xue Yanbin had already drawn a parabola in the air and landed perfectly.
The motorcycle driver was badly injured in the crash. The helmet was ultimately not as hard as the truck's helmet. Judging from the degree of deformation of the helmet, the man died on the spot.
Xue Yanbin, on the other hand, was 'sitting' on the ground in an odd posture.
Yes, he was sitting, but his legs were positioned one in front of the other in a very 'bent' position, and blood was spreading from his groin.
Everyone present was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.
Under Xing Zhiyuan's command, the criminal police officers notified 120 (emergency services), took Xue Yanbin and the truck driver into custody, and cordoned off the area.
The truck driver broke down in tears, muttering to himself.
The woman in the passenger seat was also forced to the side of the road by the team members.
Xing Zhiyuan walked to He Fan's side: "Miss He, are you alright?"
He Fan grinned: "What could possibly happen to me?"
Although she said that, she never looked at Xue Yanbin again.
"Hey Captain Xing, do you have a cigarette? Have one to calm down, I'm a bit stuffed after eating."
Xing Zhiyuan doesn't smoke, but he took one from his subordinate who was smoking and lit it for He Fan.
The system could tell from the frequency of He Fan's trembling hand as he held the cigarette that he was frightened again.
"Host, if you keep shaking your cigarette butt, your shoe will fall off."
He Fan wasn't in the mood for arguing, so he obediently moved the cigarette to his side.
It's a limited edition, so please don't burn it.
Although the person deserved his fate, the bizarre scene was still somewhat disgusting and nauseating.
This is different from being stabbed or shot. At least with knife or gunshot wounds, a person is still in human form, able to move, cry out, and feel pain; it's just a small cut on the body with some bleeding.
But car accidents are different; the scene of a car accident is always the most disgusting.
After being hit, the distorted shape of the human body resembled... a zombie.
"Captain, I've brought the perpetrator here."
Xing Zhiyuan was about to have a chat with He Fan when he was suddenly interrupted by the criminal police officers behind him.
The two of them looked in the direction of the sound.
He Fan: "???"
system:"!!!"