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The man in the trench coat raised his gun, intending to take Lin Yuan down with a single shot at such close range. However, Lin Yuan smiled as the gun was aimed at him.
"I won't miss at this distance."
Both of them fired almost simultaneously, each confident in their own skills. The man in the trench coat had believed he could eliminate Lin Yuan this time; after all, he was well-versed in close combat and shooting. But to his shock, he felt a sharp pain as a bullet tore through his shoulder, and Lin Yuan's figure vanished from sight.
When he regained his senses, a chill ran down his spine. Instinctively, he reached back and grasped the hand that Lin Yuan had extended toward him. The man sneered; it wouldn’t be so easy to deal with him. Despite his slender build, he was capable of lifting heavy weights and suddenly tightened his grip on Lin Yuan's hand.
In an instant, the man's pale face flushed crimson. But for Lin Yuan, who possessed enhanced strength from the system, this level of force was negligible. Just then, a pair of handcuffs came into view nearby. Hearing the sound of the cuffs, the man loosened his grip on Lin Yuan's hand. He quickly drew his gun and aimed it at Lin Yuan.
Bang!
The officers dispatched from the police station had already heard the gunfire, and now the sirens blared even more urgently. Realizing he couldn't linger any longer, the man frantically tried to escape after putting some distance between himself and Lin Yuan.
If he was going to die, so be it; he just couldn't let those police dogs catch him!
Lin Yuan initially planned to pursue him but halted when he noticed that the people in the car behind were about to free themselves from their handcuffs.
Just seconds later, the vehicle finally arrived at the scene.
"Lin Yuan! What happened? Why are you out here alone?!" Zheng Yun exclaimed, terrified. That was a killer armed with a sniper rifle! If Lin Yuan were ambushed while chasing after him, the consequences would be dire!
"I’m fine; I’ll head back first," Lin Yuan replied calmly.
He had thought that the opponent wouldn't be bold enough to act so recklessly, but now it was clear that he had underestimated him.
The three individuals caught in the police car didn’t dare utter a word; they trembled slightly upon seeing Lin Yuan approach. They had never witnessed someone so fierce—taking on four opponents single-handedly.
"Lin Yuan, did you get a good look at that person? The police station has a forensic artist who can create a composite sketch for us to begin our search."
The audacity of the opponent was truly remarkable; it had been a year since the last incident at the police station. Team Leader Zhang's expression was grim. The assailant had used a long-range sniper rifle, and their team was already searching for clues in the hotel above. They would address everything, including the issues related to the hotel stay, one by one. However, relying solely on this seemed futile. He remembered the appearance of the suspect, but finding the person was another matter entirely. Although police officers were already pursuing leads, he knew that if it were that easy to catch someone, the assailant wouldn't have chosen this moment to strike.
Seeing the aura emanating from Lin Yuan, Team Leader Zhang felt a twinge of fear; how could he be so easily intimidated at his age? "Let's first sketch out what the suspect looks like," he said with a furrowed brow. But Lin Yuan shook his head, his eyes concealing an inscrutable darkness. "I want to see Zhong Wei."
The injured man emerged from a small path behind the hotel and headed straight for a nearby sewer. The sewers on city streets were rarely sealed off. The stench of sewage clung to him, and even a lighter wouldn’t work in such conditions. Relying on his sense of direction and the mental map he had memorized, he gradually moved in a specific direction.
About an hour later, he lifted the cover off a sewer near a villa. It was located at the back entrance. With fingers reeking of filth, he pressed the doorbell at the entrance. It seemed that those inside had anticipated his arrival and silently opened the door for him.
In the carpeted hallway that looked incredibly soft, a man referred to as General Fang could already smell the odor emanating from him. "Clean yourself up before coming in; no one here will know of your presence." The disheveled man considered this for a moment before agreeing.
Ten minutes later, he was seated on the sofa while a maid tended to his wounds. "So, what happened?"
He reflected on his past successes; there had been times when he had failed, but never so quickly that someone would discover him. "When I aimed at him, it seemed like he sensed my gaze and dodged." Finally able to smoke freely, he sighed in relief and turned his attention to General Fang.
His combat ability was strong, suggesting he had received professional training, but his shooting skills were somewhat clumsy, even bordering on unfamiliarity. This simple summary almost encapsulated Lin Yuan's situation.
Sitting on the sofa, Mr. Fang flicked the ash from his cigarette and spoke with a hint of meaning: "You say his combat experience is high? When he grabbed me, from the perspective of force application, it didn’t seem like the approach of a police officer."
"Now that the person hasn’t been dealt with, they will surely review all the surveillance footage along my route. Is there any way to eliminate it completely?"
The assassin's clothing bore a particular insignia.
"Don't worry about that. No matter what, the police won't find anything on you; this is my territory. After all, the criminal system not only provides criminal cases but also allows people to learn other things."
He indeed didn't understand those codes and technical information, but that didn’t mean others were clueless.
Ultimately, if a legitimate police officer were to gain access to this system, he would certainly feel some sense of crisis. But the opponent was just a delivery worker; how formidable could he really be?
Of course, he wouldn’t voice these thoughts to the assassin in front of him; it was enough for him to know. He initially thought he could win him over, but now it seemed unnecessary.
Closing his eyes, all that remained for him towards Lin Yuan was killing intent.
"What about Zhong Anguo? I remember he saw your face when you made your first move."
Back then, he had also come forward to test whether that criminal system was real; otherwise, he wouldn’t have personally intervened. Given his reputation at the time, it would have been easy for him to find someone else who would be believed.
Now that the person was locked up in prison, silencing him would be difficult.
If he still wanted his grandson and wife to live, he wouldn't know what to say or what not to say.
They say old people become wise with age, but these older individuals understand even better what is truly important.
The assassin propped himself up with one hand on the sofa; his wounds had already been bandaged.
"That Lin Yuan must have stolen someone else's car while chasing me. I heard the police are still looking for something; you should know more about this than I do," he fixed his gaze on his long-time friend.
"I believe this isn't feasible."
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