Crossroads.
According to Han Fei's original calculation, it would take them half an hour to reach this crossroads, but unexpectedly, they arrived in just twenty-five minutes.
Despite rushing, they managed to arrive not too late, leaving enough time for pre-arrangements.
Before coming, Han Fei had calculated that the suspect would take more than half an hour to reach this crossroads.
He dared to make this conclusion because he was certain the suspect wouldn't speed on the road.
After all, the suspect certainly didn't know he had already been targeted by the police. Under such circumstances, any normal person wouldn't invite trouble. Speeding would attract the attention of traffic police, which would be counterproductive.
"Block the road, and keep an eye out for a white van with the license plate Yang A.BG317. The suspect is in that vehicle," Han Fei ordered.
The officers immediately followed his instructions, driving their police cars onto the ring road and blocking the path by positioning the cars sideways.
Of course, to minimize disruption to other vehicles, they left a gap for them to pass through, only intercepting the white van with the license plate Yang A.BG317 mentioned by Han Fei.
Ten minutes later.
A white van appeared in the officers' line of sight.
Similarly, the officers and the row of police cars blocking the road also came into view of the man driving the van.
Although the man was wearing a high-end suit, it gave off an awkward vibe, as the expensive suit didn't match his demeanor at all.
"Why are there cops here?" The man furrowed his brows, sensing that things were not as simple as they seemed.
Initially, he harbored a sense of luck, hoping these officers were targeting someone else.
However, when he saw one of the officers excitedly pointing in his direction, he immediately realized otherwise.
These cops were here to arrest him!
"Did I not clean up thoroughly enough?" the man muttered to himself.
He had killed all the informants! Now, the only person who knew about this was him. How could the police have traced it back to him?
And why so quickly!?
According to his plan, after all the informants were dead, the police wouldn't be able to pin it on him for a while.
After all, investigating a case takes time. They wouldn't immediately point the finger at him. During the time the police were investigating, he could sell all the stolen items for cash.
By the time the police traced it back to him, he would have already fled far away.
Things shouldn't be unfolding like this!
Now, the man was left with only one option, which was also the worst-case scenario: forcefully breaking through the blockade, finding a place to hide the goods, and laying low himself until the heat died down.
Thinking of this, the man steeled his heart and stomped hard on the accelerator.
"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor by heaven. Damn it, no one can block my path to riches!"
The white van's speed suddenly increased, making Han Fei's eyelids twitch.
"This bastard... is going for brute force. Everyone, get out of the way!"
Arresting the suspect was crucial, but as the team leader, he didn't want his officers to get injured or even sacrificed.
People certainly couldn't stop a vehicle. What the officers could do now was to first dodge, then get back into their cars to forcefully stop the van.
Seeing this, the man driving the van couldn't help but sneer.
"Stupid pigs, keep blocking the road! I'll run you all over!"
You know how to dodge? You're afraid too? You have this day too?
The man's mood soared. This time, it wasn't him fleeing like a stray dog; this time, the roles were reversed, and it was the officers who were dodging him.
He got carried away and, all of a sudden, his evil intentions surged. His eyes gleamed with madness as he adjusted the direction of the vehicle, aiming the front of the van at the few officers who were avoiding him instead of the gap left by the officers for other vehicles to pass through.
Not only did he want to forcefully break through the blockade, but he also wanted to hit a police officer for fun. Even Jesus himself couldn't stop him; that's what he said!
"Holy shit..." Han Fei couldn't help but be shocked. This suspect was insane!
Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate to pull out his service pistol, which he had brought along during the arrest. Without time to aim, he fired a shot at the van's cabin. He couldn't just stand by and watch his colleagues face mortal danger.
"Bang!"
The sound of a gunshot sliced through the air.
This shot didn't hit the man driving the van; the bullet grazed past him, hitting the backrest of the driver's seat.
Since Han Fei didn't have time to aim, and the van's speed was too high, missing the shot was within his expectations.
Hearing the gunshot, the man immediately calmed down. The madness in his eyes gradually disappeared as he subconsciously stepped on the brake.
The bullet had grazed past him, indicating that the officer who fired the shot didn't want to hit him. This shot was meant to be a warning. If he didn't stop now, the next shot might hit his head... the man thought.
While stepping on the brake, the man quickly turned the steering wheel, causing the van to crash into the guardrail in the middle of the road, avoiding the officers in front.
After breaking through more than a dozen guardrails, the van finally came to a stop.
The airbag in the vehicle deployed, and the front of the van was severely deformed, rendering it unusable. The man wasn't injured, just a bit dizzy from being hit by the airbag.
The man kicked open the deformed door and jumped out of the van, planning to climb over the highway and escape into the woods by the roadside.
Due to the van's inertia, it had moved forward a bit, creating some distance between him and the officers. He still had a chance to escape.
However, before he could take a few steps, another gunshot rang out behind him.
"Bang!"
Han Fei fired another shot, this time into the air: "Don't move! Put your hands on your head and squat down!"
The man's DNA-embedded instincts kicked in. He very skillfully put his hands on his head and squatted down on the spot, his movements smooth and without any hesitation, as if he had practiced it many times. Being caught so often had made him quite proficient.
"Don't shoot... don't shoot!"
He hadn't expected that these officers coming to arrest him would be armed and quick to pull the trigger. So far, they had already fired two shots!
Han Fei pointed his gun at the van's cabin and shouted loudly, "Stay down!"
"I'm down, down already, not moving..." the man kept nodding.
With the officers armed, he had no choice but to back down.
Han Fei held his gun and jogged over to the man, then took out handcuffs and cuffed the man...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
