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...
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
