Chapter 54: Tonight, No One Shall Leave!

“Use it! Blow those damn cops to pieces!” The leader of the robbers glared, his eyes wide with fury. “Avenge Ahe!”

“But, what if the police send helicopters? How are we supposed to fight back?”

“Stop talking! Follow orders!” barked the leader.

As soon as the words left his mouth, one of the robbers opened the rear door of the vehicle, hoisted a rocket launcher onto his shoulder, and aimed it at the Mercedes SUV that was pursuing them relentlessly.

“It’s a rocket launcher! Quick, jump out of the car!” Fang Jing screamed hoarsely the moment she saw the weapon on the robber’s shoulder.

Her voice was sharp, urgent with desperation.

Even as she shouted, Fang Jing wrenched open the car door and shoved the body of her colleague from the passenger seat out, leaping from the car herself in quick succession.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a rocket-propelled grenade sliced through the air with a shrill whistle, like the scythe of death itself, and struck the Mercedes SUV with savage force.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion erupted, flames shooting skyward as the Mercedes was torn apart, its scorched and shattered parts flung in all directions.

The massive shockwave from the blast battered the roadside trees, bending them askew and shaking them violently, leaves raining down in a flurry, while the acrid stench of burning filled the air.

Fang Jing, who had just flung herself to the roadside, ignored the scrapes on her arms and rolled swiftly into a nearby field planted with crops as tall as a man.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A hail of bullets struck the ground behind her, kicking up clouds of dust.

Fang Jing had managed to hide herself in the field for the moment.

But the other two officers were not as skilled or as lucky as she was. Their bodies were riddled with bullets, killed on the spot, scarlet blood spilling across the road.

Hiding in the field, Fang Jing saw it all with her own eyes. Tears mixed with blood streamed down her flushed, beautiful face. Her grief, rage, and heartbreak were beyond measure.

Yet she no longer had the strength to avenge her colleagues or apprehend these criminals.

The shockwave from the explosion had left her with internal injuries, and her weapon was out of ammunition.

In the SUV ahead—

“Boss, the cops’ car is blown up. The other three male officers are dead. Only that female cop who shot Ahe escaped into the field. Should we go down and finish her?” one of the robbers asked.

The leader’s face was murderous. “Bring her back alive! She dared kill Ahe—I'll make her wish she were never born!”

“Yes, boss!”

The SUV quickly reversed to the edge of the field. Two masked robbers jumped out and darted into the crops, moving with the agility of leopards—clearly, they had some training.

Angry shouts and the sounds of struggle echoed from the field.

In less than a minute, all shouting and fighting ceased. The two robbers re-emerged, carrying the unconscious Fang Jing swiftly back toward the SUV.

Long, thin knife wounds marred Fang Jing’s body, and thick, black blood oozed from them—her wounds were poisoned.

They slung her aboard as if she weighed nothing, then the SUV roared off at high speed.

Inside, the robbers stared at the voluptuous, unconscious Fang Jing, their eyes gleaming hungrily like wolves.

The leader glanced at her, then swept his eyes over his three subordinates, a cruel smile twisting his lips. “She’ll be Ahe’s bride in the afterlife. None of you touch her. Whoever does, dies.”

The three robbers looked disappointed, but nodded, obeying the boss’s order.

The leader took in their reactions, then turned toward Ahe’s corpse. “Ahe, I promised you I’d find you a beautiful wife one day. I failed you in life. Now, I’ll send you a beautiful policewoman to keep you company in the underworld.”

“Hello, Unit XXXX, where are you in pursuit of the robbers now? Please respond if you hear me!” came a woman’s voice from Fang Jing’s Bluetooth communicator.

The leader’s voice turned cold. “Take her communicator off and toss it.”

One of the robbers immediately snatched the Bluetooth device from Fang Jing’s ear and flung it out the window.

“Hello? Unit XXXX, what’s your status? Please respond! Please respond!”

“….”

The headquarters kept calling through the communicator, but there was no reply.

It wasn’t until twenty minutes later that a fleet of police cars, tracking the communicator’s built-in locator, arrived at the scene of Fang Jing’s ordeal.

But they had already lost the trail of the robbers. All they could do was alert traffic police within a hundred-mile radius to set up checkpoints and search for the getaway vehicle.

Two hours later, the police finally found the abandoned SUV on a mountain road.

But there was no sign of the robbers, Fang Jing, or the more than ten million yuan stolen from the bank.

The deputy commissioner of the H-State Police Headquarters stood over the empty vehicle, livid with rage, and gave a grim order: “Check all surveillance along the route. Turn over every stone if you have to, but find those robbers!”

As dusk fell, on a remote mountain road, a seven-seater van sped along at over seventy kilometers an hour.

Inside were four men, three of them burly and rough-looking, the driver pale and scholarly in appearance.

Aside from these five, a voluptuous female police officer was bound tightly like a bundle, her mouth sealed with duct tape, her beautiful eyes red with fury and humiliation.

It was Fang Jing. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. She wanted to struggle, but her poisoned body was limp and powerless.

Beside her lay two cold corpses: one was the robber Ahe, the other the owner of the van.

When the sun set completely and darkness began to fall, the van stopped at the foot of a mountain. The scholarly-looking man said to the three thugs, “Carry Ahe, the policewoman, and the money. We’re heading up. In about an hour, the helicopter from T Country will be here to pick us up.”

He had tried to call Biaozi and the others, but received no answer—he knew something had happened to them.

“Yes, boss!”

The three thugs responded, hoisting the corpse, Fang Jing, and the money, and began climbing toward the summit.

The pale-faced man shouldered the firearms and followed.

By the time the group reached the mountaintop, stars and moon hung high in the vault, and darkness had settled over the land.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Suddenly, the roar of rotor blades drifted from the distant sky.

The scholarly man looked toward the border with T Country, a trace of excitement on his lips. “Our ride’s here!”

Moments later, a helicopter appeared in their view, racing toward them through the night.

Abandoned to the side, her face pale and body weak, Fang Jing watched the helicopter draw closer, her large eyes full of despair, tears spilling uncontrollably down her cheeks.

She knew that if these criminals took her out of the Hualong Federation, the fate awaiting her would be unspeakably tragic.

Yet Fang Jing did not regret pursuing these robbers. All she felt was a deep, bitter sense of unwillingness and despair!

“Tonight, none of you will get away!”

Suddenly, a young man’s voice, brimming with supreme confidence, rang out from the darkness, eerie and unexpected.

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