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...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
