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"He killed Chairman Liu of the Securities Regulatory Commission, along with two International Friends, which has had a serious impact. As far as I know, he is no longer your employee, so the greeting was naturally exchanged. There are also several members from your Heavenly Mechanism Group involved in the arrest. I would like to ask Manager Shen, this operation is very confidential; since you are not part of the arrest team, how did you know about it?" He Shen asked clearly and consecutively.
"Heh heh, you told me," Shen Zhiyu suddenly changed the subject and laughed.
He Shen slapped his forehead. Indeed, Shen Zhiyu had never said he knew about this matter; he only called Zhang Yang to ask where he was and mentioned the arrest himself. "Sorry, Manager Shen, I am currently on a mission and hope you can keep it confidential!"
"Of course, confidentiality is a must. Have you captured him?" Shen Zhiyu asked.
"We have surrounded him. Sorry, Manager Shen, I have to hang up now." He Shen said before directly hanging up the phone, leaving two SWAT members guarding the restroom. He then led his team out of the room to deploy the surround operation downstairs.
The gas smell in the restroom had mostly dissipated, but both SWAT members were still wearing gas masks. Seeing He Shen leave, their bodies relaxed a bit.
"I can't believe this kid escaped through the vent. What good are we if he leaves us behind? Is he stupid enough to come back?"
"Exactly, but this works too; let's close the door and take a break."
One SWAT member said this and turned to walk into the room, sitting down heavily on the bed, while the other SWAT member went to close the door. The restroom was right next to the room; after closing the door, this SWAT member passed by the restroom door and couldn't help but glance inside, suddenly noticing that the cover of the vent on the ceiling was missing!
Just as this SWAT member was about to speak, a figure suddenly dropped from the vent and struck his neck with a palm, causing him to faint instantly.
"What the hell are you doing?" The SWAT member sitting on the bed stood up upon hearing the noise and shouted towards the restroom. However, a figure flashed out from within; before the SWAT member could raise his gun, the figure had already approached him like a ghost and grabbed his throat.
"I can take your life with ease," said Zhang Yang coldly to the SWAT member, who nodded in response.
"Who sent you here?" Zhang Yang began to question.
"We are conducting a joint operation with armed police, SWAT, and members of the Heavenly Mechanism Group. By the way, Special Forces are also coming back for support," said the SWAT member, still holding onto a glimmer of hope that mentioning the SWAT team would intimidate Zhang Yang.
"What is the reason?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.
"You killed Chairman Liu of the Securities Regulatory Commission and two International Friends, and we are here to apprehend you. We heard you are quite skilled, which is why this is a joint operation."
"Who is the commander of the operation?"
"The deputy captain He Shen of the Special Operations Unit of the Mountain and Sea Armed Police Corps."
"Which department issued the operation order?"
"I really don't know. To mobilize so many departments, it must be a high-ranking leader..." The SWAT officer had not finished speaking when Zhang Yang struck his neck with a palm, knocking him unconscious.
Then, Zhang Yang quickly stripped the SWAT officer of his clothes and put them on himself, also donning a gas mask.
After that, he dragged the two SWAT officers under the bed and picked up a newspaper from the table, setting it on fire. In an instant, smoke filled the room, and the smoke detector began to sound...
A team immediately rushed back into the room.
"The target just appeared from the bathroom vent, releasing a cloud of smoke, and came in wearing a gas mask," Zhang Yang shouted in a low voice while wearing his gas mask.
More than ten people surged into the room amidst the swirling smoke, creating chaos. Zhang Yang quietly slipped out of the room.
Arriving at the lobby on the first floor, he found He Shen directing operations. Most of the guests had been evacuated, and the hotel was surrounded. Zhang Yang hurriedly ran toward the exit.
"What are you doing?" He Shen asked upon seeing this hurried figure.
"The target has released toxic smoke in the room and may jump off the building! Hurry!" Zhang Yang shouted as he rushed out the door. Dressed in SWAT gear and wearing a gas mask, no one stopped him. He Shen was startled and followed him outside.
Upon exiting the hotel, Zhang Yang found that the area in front was already blocked by seven or eight armed vehicles. The road in front of the hotel was under strict surveillance, while across the street was a morning market, bustling with various breakfast stalls and vegetable vendors.
He Shen stepped out of the hotel but did not see anyone jumping from above. Instead, he noticed the SWAT member who had rushed out suddenly starting to undress. He took off his jacket and removed his gas mask, revealing a head of gray-white long hair!
"He's not SWAT! Stop him!" He Shen shouted loudly.
Initially, the personnel in the armed vehicles were surprised to see someone coming out and undressing; some even lost focus, wondering what this person was doing.
When He Shen shouted, Zhang Yang had already finished undressing. He suddenly leaped up, using his foot to push off the roof of an armed vehicle, and charged forward.
"Fire!" He Shen commanded decisively.
However, Zhang Yang's speed was astonishing. Before He Shen's command could finish, he had already dashed across the street and was about to enter the crowded morning market.
They couldn't fire; after all, there were many innocent civilians in front of the target. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang had disappeared into the crowd.
"Chase!" He Shen yelled, immediately beginning to deploy forces for pursuit.
"Look! They're filming a cop-and-robber movie!" A few middle-aged women at the morning market suddenly spotted a gray-haired young man darting into the crowd, followed by a dozen fully armed SWAT members and armed police. They couldn't help but shout. "This young man is quite handsome; he must be the main character!" One woman carrying a basket of radishes commented approvingly.
"Make way! We're on a mission; the one fleeing is a murder suspect!" The leading SWAT member shouted as he chambered a round and yelled into the crowd.
Among the pursuing armed personnel, only one person with slanted eyes and a stern expression was unarmed. He was also the fastest and quickly distanced himself from the armed group. Observing that Zhang Yang had hidden behind a shed and entered a residential area, he swiftly adjusted his direction to flank him through a shortcut.
Zhang Yang bypassed a residential area and soon arrived outside an old cotton mill located on the edge of the neighborhood. The factory had long been out of operation, and there were not many people inside. Zhang Yang leaped over the wall, while Slanted Eyes appeared at the alley entrance, spotting Zhang Yang entering the factory from about twenty to thirty meters away.
Slanted Eyes quickly rushed through the front door. Inside the factory, there were rows of workshops, but by the time Slanted Eyes entered, Zhang Yang had already vanished from sight.
Feeling frustrated, Slanted Eyes was suddenly startled as two Yellow Dogs ran out from some corner, barking loudly. Slanted Eyes snapped, "Get lost!"
Seeing Slanted Eyes looking fierce, the two Yellow Dogs charged forward to bite. With a snort from his nostrils, Slanted Eyes swiftly raised his right leg and kicked both dogs in the jaw. The dogs immediately spat blood and collapsed on the ground, lifeless upon closer inspection.
"Hey? Who are you? How did you get into our factory? And why did you kick my dogs?" An Old Man in his sixties rushed out from the Communication Room and shouted from a distance of more than ten meters.
"On a mission, unrelated personnel step aside!" Slanted Eyes replied coldly and was about to leave.
"You bastard! You kicked my dogs and want to leave?" The Old Man's temper flared as he charged forward.
Slanted Eyes halted, seeing the Old Man approach with a large bamboo broom. Annoyed, he said, "I told you to get out of the way!"
"I'm going to teach you a lesson today for being such an ill-mannered brat!" The Old Man swung the broom at Slanted Eyes' shoulder. Slanted Eyes easily dodged and grabbed the broom, pulling it lightly. The Old Man, thinking he could pull it back with force, held tightly onto it. However, Slanted Eyes' seemingly gentle pull was surprisingly powerful; the Old Man was yanked forward uncontrollably.
In the direction where the Old Man was about to fall lay a pile of debris with a sharp steel bar pointing directly at his throat!
"Not good!" Slanted Eyes thought to himself as he reached out to grab the broom and pull the Old Man back but was ultimately too late.
Just as it seemed a life would be lost, a figure suddenly floated down from the rooftop—light yet incredibly swift—grabbing the Old Man by his collar and pulling him aside before dashing back up to the roof.
"Where do you think you're going?" Slanted Eyes realized that this person was Zhang Yang. Suddenly, he raised his hand and threw a flying knife; under the light of the rising sun, its blade glimmered with a faint blue glow.
Zhang Yang's movements were swift and fluid, but ultimately, he fell into a trap. Slanted Eyes lay in wait, and a flying knife shot straight at Zhang Yang's back!
In the air, hearing the sound of the blade slicing through the air, Zhang Yang could only slightly twist his body. He did not completely evade the knife; the blade grazed one side of his back, tearing through his clothing with a hiss and leaving a bloody cut.
"Damn it!" Zhang Yang landed on the rooftop, already feeling a sharp pain. He crossed his hands and suddenly unleashed a palm strike into the air!
With a whoosh, Slanted Eyes was sent flying, crashing against the wall of a factory! After hitting the ground, Slanted Eyes coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body collapsing like a pile of mud, unable to move.
"Take care!" Zhang Yang quickly darted across the rooftop.
"Look! He's on the rooftop!" The pursuers spotted Zhang Yang and began to encircle him from below.
Zhang Yang dashed out several dozen meters but suddenly felt his breath uneven and his head spinning. "Not good, this flying knife is poisoned. Who is this Slanted Eyes? Definitely not a police officer; how could he be so ruthless?" Zhang Yang thought to himself. Seeing an old residential building ahead that was about to be demolished, he rushed inside.
Zhang Yang exerted all his strength to climb up to the seventh floor attic of the building and slipped inside.
To his surprise, there was a man standing by the window. Hearing someone enter, he suddenly turned his head, cold light flashing in his eyes. At that moment, Zhang Yang felt dizzy and nearly lost his balance.
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