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Zhong Kui's Diary
"Don't be so resentful, as if I'm forcing you," Mr. Qian chuckled. "Since I just won a lot of Happy Beans, I'll give you a chance. Now turn and head along the Riverside Avenue towards Yuhua District. It doesn't matter if you drive slowly; after all, time has passed. By the way, fill up your tank first; you might need to drive a long distance later. For now, I'm going to grab a cup of coffee to perk myself up."
After Mr. Qian hung up, Lingfeng drove the car onto Riverside Avenue. This time there was no time limit, so we didn't have to rush. We even had instant noodles while refueling and took a quick bathroom break.
Lingfeng called his subordinate officer to inform them that Mr. Qian might be driving a long distance, so it was necessary for them to be prepared and not caught off guard.
About ten minutes after leaving the gas station, Mr. Qian called again to ask where we were. I gave him a location, and he laughed, telling us to stay put and wait for further instructions.
We ended up waiting for over six hours. During this time, Lingfeng downloaded two movies using 4G: Stephen Chow's "Kung Fu" and "A Chinese Odyssey: Cinderella." Watching Stephen Chow's films always brings carefree laughter, which is exactly the kind of relaxation we needed right now.
The two of us smoked a pack and a half of cigarettes, snacked on two packs of sunflower seeds and one pack of peanuts, drank four cans of beer and two bottles of cola. If it weren't for the Travel Bag in the back seat reminding us, I might have almost forgotten that we were here to deliver ransom.
Finally, at nine-thirty in the evening, Mr. Qian called again, instructing us to cross the Star River Fifth Bridge to the other side and wait for his call at the Broadcasting and Television Building in Yuhua District.
The Star River Fifth Bridge is the most remote and least busy among the seven bridges spanning the Star River; it serves as the boundary between Star City District and the suburbs. If it weren't for Mayor Liu's determination to push through this project for hefty kickbacks, this bridge would never have been built. Of course, whether Mayor Liu, who is currently hiding in New Zealand, feels any guilt about this is unknown.
As the SUV drove onto the bridge, I looked down at the Star River below and saw it merging with the distant Great Wind Lake. The darkening River Noodles occasionally had boats passing by; around those boats, patches of water shimmered with reflections from lights while other areas remained covered in darkness.
The lake surface looked slightly different from the River Noodles; three or five boats quietly floated on it. Under the glow from their lights, clusters of reeds could be faintly seen around them. The evening breeze rustled through the reeds, creating an ethereal yet somewhat eerie atmosphere. The water surface of Great Wind Lake was covered with reeds taller than a person; if a boat ventured into them, even deities would struggle to find it.
Just as I was lost in thought, my phone rang—Mr. Qian's call.
"Do you see that white QQ car parked ahead?" I pressed the speakerphone button; Mr. Qian's voice sounded somewhat urgent.
Lingfeng Hearing this, he slowed down the car and drove forward for more than a hundred meters. Sure enough, he saw a white QQ car. I exchanged glances with Lingfeng, and I was a little confused. Does this guy want us to trade here? Then he said in a deep voice: "I saw it, what's next?" "Zhou Zhixiong is in the car." Mr. Qian smiled and said: "You guys park behind the QQ car and get off with the Travel Bag ." After Lingfeng parked the car, I picked up the Travel Bag from the back seat, opened the door and got out. Just when I got off the car, Lingfeng dialed a number on his mobile phone. I know very well that no one needs to answer this number. As soon as it is dialed, the police who receive the signal will block the front and rear of Star River Fifth Bridge. That's right, we have installed a tracker on ourselves. No matter how we wander around Star City, our specific location/location will be known on the surveillance screen. If Mr. Qian is in this QQ car, Even if he takes the ransom, he will never be able to escape unless he can fly... "Take the money and walk to the passenger seat of the QQ car." Mr. Qian doesn't seem to know that we have asked someone to remove the five bridges. Blocked, he said happily. I followed the instructions and walked to the passenger seat. The window of the QQ car automatically came down. There was a person sitting in the passenger seat. His whole body was tied up and his mouth was stuffed with cloth. When I looked closely, I saw that this person was Zhou Zhixiong . There was a burly man sitting in the driving seat, wearing a mask and sunglasses on his face. It was unclear what his expression was, but it was certain that the driver was not very panicked, and he even waved to us. However, there was no phone in his hand, so it seemed that this person was not Mr. Qian. Looking back, there was no one in the back seat of the car, but there was a Timed Bomb on the seat. This bomb was twice as big as the bomb I had seen before. The numbers on the LCD Screen were counting down. It shows four minutes and twenty-seven seconds left. After seeing Zhou Zhixiong, I felt relieved. As for the bomb, I wasn't worried about it. Worrying about it was useless. Anyway, Mr. Qian controlled it remotely. After coughing dryly, I asked, "What's next?" "Give me the money next." Mr. Qian smiled. "How to give it? Put it in this QQ car?" I hesitated. "I'm not stupid, do you think I will sit in the car and wait for you to arrest me? Do you think I don't know that the Fifth Bridge is now blocked? Do you think I don't know that a large number of police have begun to attack me? Are you close to the middle of the bridge?" Mr. Qian chuckled: "Okay, let's get down to business, throw the money off the bridge!"
"What?" I was a bit surprised.
"Stop talking and throw the money off the bridge! If you don't throw it, I'll detonate the bomb immediately. I believe you can see the bomb in the back seat of the car now," Mr. Qian's laughter was sinister. "I'll count to three: one, two..."
Before he could finish counting, I quickly threw the Travel Bag off the bridge.
"That's more like it!" Mr. Qian chuckled as he hung up the phone.
I rushed to the edge of the bridge and looked down. I saw a boat under the bridge, narrow and dark, with faint lights shining from it. It looked just like an ordinary fishing boat. A man in black stood at the bow, but he was too far away for me to see his face clearly. However, I could see him putting something into his pocket. If he was putting away a phone, then this person must be Mr. Qian.
Should I strike him with a lightning bolt? A thought suddenly crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. What if he wasn't Mr. Qian? Or what if he was Mr. Qian, but before dying, he pressed the remote control? With such a large bomb, Zhou Zhixiong would undoubtedly die, and we standing next to the car would also surely perish.
The Travel Bag rolled down and was about to fall onto the water's surface when suddenly a silver Rope flew out from the black-clad man's hand. With a flick, the ten-meter-long Rope accurately looped around the Travel Bag. He pulled hard, and the Travel Bag was dragged into his arms. He opened the Travel Bag and took a glance inside before waving at me and slipping into the dark canopy. The sound of a motor started up, and the fishing boat shot into Great Wind Lake, disappearing into the vast reeds.
Was the ransom taken just like that? Lingfeng and I exchanged bitter smiles; in each other's eyes were not only bitterness and helplessness but also shock and disbelief. Mr. Qian was truly meticulous in his actions.
It's important to know that Great Wind Lake is filled with reeds and is complex; only fishermen who grew up by the lake know the paths among them. Even now that we were on a speedboat, we might not be able to catch up. The only way to pursue that modified fishing boat would be to use a Helicopter.
But Mr. Qian had blocked that route from the start; as soon as he spotted a Helicopter, he would immediately kill the hostage. He had thought of every possible flaw in our plans. Damn, was it worth it for a million?
"What should we do with this thing?" Lingfeng nodded towards the bomb in the back seat.
The countdown on the bomb still had over ten seconds left. Frowning, I opened the car door, took out the bomb, and threw it off the bridge. This thing was remote-controlled; leaving it in the car was still a threat, so it was better to toss it into the water directly.
Not long after it was thrown down, a loud explosion echoed from beneath the bridge. Both Lingfeng and I were startled, rushing to the railing to look down. Under the illumination of the streetlights on the bridge, we could see a massive column of water being thrust upward, nearly ten meters high. Water splashed onto our faces, demonstrating just how powerful the bomb was.
Fortunately, I had thrown it off the bridge; otherwise, we would have had no idea how we would have died.
We stood in shock for a while until flashing police lights began to appear on both sides of the bridge. It was then that we snapped back to reality and returned to the front of the car. Lingfeng and Zhou Zhixiong untied the rope, while I confronted the driver, saying, "Brother, your boss clearly wants to silence you. Following someone like that has no future. You should hurry and come with us to the police station to explain your boss's actions and cut ties with him."
The driver seemed a bit shaken; after all, anyone would be terrified upon seeing a timed bomb in their back seat.
Trembling, he took off his sunglasses and gloves. When I saw his face, I was surprised. I actually recognized this driver. A while back, when I was staying at Xie Mengfei's house, Li Zan had brought people over to cause trouble for her. The leader among those three muscular men was called Brother Long, and he was standing right in front of me.
Brother Long's voice trembled as he said, "Ghost Brother, I'm just a temporary actor."
"What exactly happened?" I frowned.
"This afternoon, someone called me and offered two thousand yuan to act in a scene. They wanted me to drive here at nine twenty tonight to meet someone. A friend was having a birthday party, and they wanted to play a prank on the birthday person. They said they were familiar with you this week. The bomb in the back of the car was just a prop! Damn that Ma Liang! And his sister too! His sister's studies are impressive...," Brother Long couldn't help but curse several times before continuing, "I never expected that bomb would be real. If you hadn't thrown it off the bridge, I'd be dead by now."
Aside from admiring Mr. Qian's meticulous planning, I truly didn't know what else to think. If you're that capable, why only ask for a ransom of one million? It's practically an insult to your intelligence.
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