Chapter 62: Spy Among Spies

  Zen's instincts kicked in and his feet moved immediately. He was about to rush towards the window, but then he thought that this was the 36th floor of the Qing Niao Building, and if he really jumped down, even with his high martial arts skills, he would definitely not be able to withstand it.

  It's not like the Golden Sea Hotel, which has a large outdoor balcony on every floor, with footholds and handholds everywhere. The exterior wall is almost entirely made of thick glass from top to bottom, smooth as ice. If you jump out, it's definitely a straight-down free fall.

  More than thirty floors. A height of over a hundred meters. Even Iron Man would be smashed into "pancakes".

  "It was him, he killed someone!"

  "Stop at the small station and pick me up!"

  As soon as the words fell, seven or eight armed special police officers wearing bulletproof vests rushed up immediately, surging forward, with two people on each side grabbing one of Wang Chan's arms and violently twisting it backwards. Then another person, with swift and deft movements, made a "click" sound and put a pair of shiny cold handcuffs on him.

  It turned out to be the armed special police among the police, and everyone was extraordinary in their actions. They caught people and cooperated with each other seamlessly. As soon as Wang Chan hesitated for a moment, he was immediately handcuffed behind his back and put on shackles.

  After all, he also knew the power of modern firearms. On that day in Jinhai Building, Gao Lao brought three people with handguns and was able to force him to retreat by jumping out of the window. Now, facing dozens of fully armed police officers, more than half of whom were holding police submachine guns that could sweep a large area at once, his life was at stake and he couldn't help but think carefully.

  Just as he was caught, several special police officers behind him immediately exerted great force to pull his hands upwards, following the procedure to thoroughly subdue Wang Chan to the ground for further processing.

  Why bother King Chan, he's already in a difficult situation. His body is as hard as iron, and just now being handcuffed was "something he had to do." Having no other choice, he intentionally let out some steam, but now he's being pushed to the limit again. He didn't budge. With only a slight "hmm" from his nose, he straightened up his body. Suddenly, a great force burst forth from his body, and immediately several police officers behind him were knocked back three or four feet.

  "You've already caught them all. What more do you want? Besides, this was just a martial arts exchange, it's not necessarily my fault. Don't be too arrogant!!"

  "How dare you refuse arrest? Little"

  One of the two policemen standing on either side of him suddenly shouted loudly and made a signal to his companion opposite, at which they both flew out with one foot each, with the soles of their feet fiercely kicking Wang Chan's knee joints.

  These two policemen were obviously well-trained, proficient in military and police grappling combat, with rich experience, great strength and powerful kicks. If an ordinary person were to be kicked by them, they would inevitably suffer a rupture of the anterior cruciate ligament and medial collateral ligament in their knee joint, causing severe pain and inability to stand.

  In addition, both of them are now fully armed. They wear police combat boots with steel plates embedded in the soles, and a single kick can crush bones even if it's a martial arts master. Even if they're lucky, they'll end up being crippled for life, greatly reducing their combat effectiveness.

  These people's purpose was not ordinary from the start. Otherwise, how could Wang Chan be killed by Tang Niu here, and they would rush in, obviously also a pre-arranged move by Lin Yuanshan. Now that Wang Chan has been labeled as refusing to be captured, these two police officers are perfectly justified. They broke his two legs, clearly intending to cripple him at the first encounter, making Wang Chan suffer in silence.

  What kindness has he received from others? Yet he is so malicious!

  "You dare?!"

  A burst of flames ignited in his mind, and Wang Chan saw that he was surrounded by seven or eight armed police officers. They had already formed a tight circle around him, blocking the view of their large group of comrades behind them. With a swift motion, he yanked his hands out from behind his back, and with a loud "crack", the thick steel chain in the middle of his handcuffs suddenly snapped into two halves. At the same time, he stretched his tendons and bones, shook his head, and his entire skeleton crackled with a series of explosive sounds, like hot beans jumping out of a red-hot pot. His hands stretched out to both sides, as if they had suddenly grown longer, and before the two police officers could even react, he had already grabbed the back of their necks with a loud "bang" sound.

  With just a bit of force, he instantly fell silently to the ground, unconscious and unresponsive.

  The two large tendons on the back of a person's neck, which connect to the head and tailbone, are the most important in the human body. Their function is similar to that of the spine, and if they become diseased, the entire nervous system will be affected. In the hands of a skilled martial artist like Wang Zhen, this spot can be fatal at any moment.

  Fortunately, at this time Wang Chan also knew that he couldn't kill police officers casually in the country. The only one who was in trouble was Lin Yuanshan behind him. These two people were just eagles and dogs. Killing them would be useless and troublesome, so after Wang Chan broke free from his handcuffs, he simply pinched and flicked the two large tendons on the back of their necks, knocking them unconscious without actually killing them.

  As a result, others saw the two police officers fall to the ground and thought they were dead. Instantly, there was great chaos. Just as Wang Chan withdrew his hands, he saw the remaining police officers in front of him raise their guns at him, mere inches away, with crisis looming large.

  "Damn it!" The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense. King Chan couldn't speak anymore, and before he could react, a gunshot was heard, "Bang". The first police officer to fire his gun shot into the air, and the bullet hit the ceiling of the boxing gym. When they wanted to pursue the fleeing suspect, they found that he had vanished into thin air.

  Then, several police officers surrounding him felt a sudden gust of wind in front of them. Wang Chan suddenly appeared from nowhere and raised his hand, as if sealing off the surroundings.

  "What's going on. Where did he come from?" Almost all the police were thinking this in an instant, and the next moment, the figure flashed frequently, five or six armed special police were blown up like a burst of gunfire, by Wang Chan with one palm, flying high into the air from where they stood.

  Boom, fell on the ground of the venue 7 or 8 meters away, for a time wailing filled the sky, all people twisted on the ground, faces covered with blood, struggling desperately, but no one could stand up again.

  Wang Chan and Tang Niu's fight, in fact, did not consume too much physical strength. Although Tang Niu was formidable, he may not necessarily be stronger than Sun Changfeng. The outcome of the battle was decided within a few moves, just as expected.

  But in the end, the other party actually broke the rules of the Jianghu, and had a large number of police officers hiding on the side beforehand, wanting to catch him in the act. Wanting to openly humiliate him in front of everyone, Wang Chan naturally would resist, launching an attack according to his instincts.

  Now that the enemy is numerous and we are few, with guns in hand at all times ready to fire, Wang Chan thinks it's hard to hold back.

  Surrounded by five or six well-trained armed police in the center, with guns and flames all around. And yet, without a clear motive, not even resisting, that's just waiting to die, like Shouxing Lao hanging himself, as if one's life is too long.

  At this time, a large police force on the other side also took aim at Wang Chan's location, almost simultaneously with the several police officers surrounding Wang Chan.

  However, Wang Chan's feet moved slightly, and the speed of movement within a small range was actually enough to deceive ordinary people's eyes. Every time he hid his body behind the cover of several police officers around him. The armed police behind who had loaded their guns were afraid of accidentally injuring their comrades and did not dare to fire randomly.

  At this moment of hesitation, the sky was filled with flying people.

  "Don't move! One more move and I'll shoot!"

  "Final warning to you. Dare to resist again and be shot on the spot! You even dare to fight with the police. You're really asking for it."

  Kill one person with ten steps, and leave no trail for a thousand miles. When the deed is done, roll up your sleeves and go, hiding both body and name deeply.

  Unfortunately, such things could only happen in ancient times when cold weapons dominated. Since ancient times, only Li Taibai can describe the heroic spirit of those knights and assassins with great vividness, making readers' blood boil even to this day.

  Ancient swordsmen. Punish evil and eliminate treachery, act as one pleases, with a silver saddle on a white horse. Wearing light fur and carrying a long sword, riding a fierce horse and singing a wild song, daring to be equal to emperors and kings. Where the sword light flashes, walking freely in the room, regarding human life as worthless as grass or tea.

  Alas, such a carefree era of revenge has already become a thing of the past, and can only be passed down in legend forever. National laws are not to be trifled with; kill someone and you'll naturally have people coming to arrest you.

  Wang Chan threw a few punches, knocking over seven or eight police officers beside him. However, he was then faced with dozens of long and short guns, the dark muzzles pointing at him from afar, yet he didn't dare to resist anymore. Fortunately, there were many people in the martial arts training room, so although these police officers had been sent by Lin Yuanfang, they didn't dare to go too far, especially since Wang Chan was about to resist again. Instead, it suited their intentions when more than a dozen submachine guns suddenly fired a burst of shots, and even with Wang Chan's excellent martial arts skills, which made him immune to swords and guns, he still ended up with dozens of holes in his body.

  "Good fellow!" The five or six armed police who were knocked to the ground by Wang Chan's single blow also got up one by one, rubbing their sore mouths. These people were all knocked down by Wang Chan with his clever strength, and he had no intention of killing them. The blood on their bodies was just superficial wounds from scraping against the ground when they fell. Although it hurt, after a couple of weeks of rest, they would be fine and wouldn't have any lingering symptoms.

  Seeing Wang Zhen standing still like a giant iron spear, they all looked at each other with lingering fear, drew their swords and pointed from a distance, but did not dare to take another step forward.

  Dealing with Wang Chan, a master of boxing, is not like catching ordinary thieves and robbers. Most of those people are just ordinary people, and even if one of them has some skills, they're usually no match for these police officers. The key is that the scene just now had an effect similar to special effects in movies, shocking everyone present.

  After all, no one wants to suffer voluntarily.

  Authentic traditional Chinese martial arts are absolutely not like the fancy and pretty routines seen on TV nowadays, those are just superficial practices for show, meant to catch people's attention and attract more people to learn martial arts.

  During the Republic of China, when the country was in a state of crisis, many renowned martial arts masters proposed the slogan "Revitalize the nation with martial arts, resist foreign invasion". The Central Martial Arts Academy was established in Nanjing, and for the first time, the concept of "national art" emerged to distinguish it from general martial arts.

  Martial artists, strengthen their bodies and minds.

  Martial artists, defend family and country.

  Actually, there is another way of saying it: "Martial arts that only kill enemies and don't perform" are called national arts.

  Since modern times, the so-called military police capture and grappling, one-strike killing technique that has been widely spread in the army and armed police forces is actually just a collection of superficial fighting techniques carefully excerpted from various schools and styles of boxing to meet the needs of the vast majority of ordinary soldiers.

  It can be quickly learned and has a certain practical significance. If practiced well, it can also deal with ten or eight ordinary people. This is enough. The real boxing method is the secret transmission of each family's kung fu foundation, let alone the ultimate... Even if it is passed on, without ten years of day and night hard training, it will not be accomplished.

  The most essential thing about Chinese martial arts is the coordination of breathing and exhalation with the practice method, without a master's guidance, even gods can't learn it. Forcing oneself to practice will only waste energy and cultivate a body full of illnesses.

  "Wait a minute, this case has been transferred to us. This is the document just signed by the Provincial Public Security Department. You must unconditionally obey the deployment!"

  After a sudden and inexplicable silence in the scene, dozens of armed police officers slowly approached Wang Chan's side, carrying long and short guns. One middle-aged man, who appeared to be the leader, shook his hand and pulled out another pair of handcuffs, just as he was about to put them on Wang Chan again. Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.

  The voice was crisp and pleasant, a woman's. Wang Chan suddenly felt that the sound in his ears seemed somewhat familiar, looked up to see, but just saw three people, two men and one woman, walking into the open door with big strides.

  These three people were not wearing police uniforms or any marked uniforms, and their clothes were very casual. But among the three, those two men were exceptionally tall and had unusually robust physiques. Their eyes shone brightly between them, and the temples on both sides of their heads were also raised high.

  Especially the first one, his body is even more tall and large, almost two meters high, with dark skin, a small flat head, the whole person looks like a guardian of Buddha in a temple, a local arhat, the muscles on his body are bursting out of his clothes, forming a perfect inverted triangle between his chest and abdomen, and the tendons on the back of his neck have merged with his shoulders, an ordinary person's relatively thin neck placed on him seems to be as thick as his entire head.

  This is one of the external manifestations of a person's physical strength reaching its peak, and this big man must be another absolute master of external hard qigong! In addition to this, his hands are also long enough to hang down and brush against his knees. When walking, he brings a strong gust of wind, as if an ordinary person were running at full speed.

  "Huh? Isn't that Hongxiulin. Lei Xing's good friend, Zhang Jieshu from the Changle Palace? How did he end up here? And transformed into a government official?"

  He raised his eyes and King Chan's gaze only swept over the two big men for a moment before fixing on the only woman among the three people. He had refined his spirit, his fist technique was divine, and after twenty years of silent transformation, he had developed wisdom. With his photographic memory, anything he saw would not be forgotten in ten years.

  Moreover, on that day in the red sleeve forest, this Zhang Jie Ting was exceptionally beautiful and outstanding, which also brought not a small amount of trouble to him and Lei Xing. Wang Chan's impression was even more profound, so it is naturally impossible for him to mistake her for someone else. Unless there are two people who look exactly alike in this world, or Zhang Jie Ting has an identical twin sister.

  "Damn it, that crazy Thunder, how did the National Security Bureau get involved?" On the side, Old Gao saw Zhang Jie lead three people in big strides, and Zhang Jie's hand was still holding a white paper with a large red seal of the Provincial Public Security Department. Suddenly his face changed, and he whispered a surprised cry. He quickly turned around, took out his phone, and dialed Lin Yuanshan.

  The scene was changing rapidly, and it was hard to keep up with the pace. Wang Chan was still thinking about Zhang Jie's identity in his mind when these three people came straight through the crowd and walked over. The tall and sturdy man who seemed like a diamond, turned his gaze, just in time to see Gao Lao, who had just put down the phone, with an uncertain expression on his face. His eyes lit up, and he immediately walked over.

  "Haha, Gao Qiru, you old fellow! Not enjoying life by Lin Yuanshan's side, how did you end up all the way here? It's been about two or three years since we last exchanged blows. I still remember your skills vividly. When shall we cross hands again? Haha... running into you here is quite a coincidence!"

  The big fellow suddenly pushed away the two companions who had come with him, opened his mouth and let out a loud guffaw. The sound of his laughter was like the beating of war drums, shaking the air and making one's ears ring. As he spoke, his chest and abdomen rose and fell in unison, the flow of air surging forth, sounding to the listener like the clanging of gold armor and iron horses, a heroic aura that was both majestic and powerful.

  Wang Chan listened intently, his eyes narrowing into a fine line as he thought to himself that this big man's body was full of energy and blood, with qi flowing from his dantian straight up to the top of his head, making every move he made seem effortless. It was clear that he had already reached the pinnacle of external martial arts, and yet, there was also a hint of internal energy emanating from within him, evident in the sharp glint in his eyes and the soft, gentle rhythm of his breathing.

  This set of skills, if it really comes down to a fight, I'm afraid it won't be much better than that high-ranking Confucian scholar!

  "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you, Lei Da Shao, here!" Gao Lao's eyes were complex and strange as he looked at the big man opposite him. He also let out a dry laugh.

  This Lei Feng is actually the eldest son of the Lei family in Beijing, but the power of the Lei family has always been in the military, so when Lei Feng turned 18, he joined the army and became a soldier. He was one of the key figures being groomed by the military. Unlike most of the young masters in Beijing, after his rehabilitation, he went to work at the National Security Bureau, even someone like Lin Yuanfang had reservations about him.

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