Chapter 69: Gunshot in the Bustling City (Part 2)

  Jin Huan leaned to the right and fell onto the driver's seat, with bullets shattering the windshield of the Volkswagen. The hood was also riddled with bullet holes. Jin Huan stepped on the gas pedal, and the car suddenly accelerated forward, quickly pulling up alongside the BMW. He turned the steering wheel sharply to the right, executing a beautiful drift, and the two cars collided with a loud crash before quickly separating. The thug who had been shooting at Jin Huan stumbled backwards, fell back into the car, and dropped his gun, which flew out of his hand and landed on the road, shattering into pieces.

  The BMW swayed violently from side to side out of control under the strong impact, and the driver, a thug, was clearly well-trained. He gritted his teeth and tightly grasped the steering wheel, maneuvering the car to charge at Jin Huang with all his might.

  Just as the two cars were about to collide, a loud roar of an engine came, and Jin Huan and the bandit looked at each other, only to see a cobalt blue Y2K motorcycle, known as the "land jet", rushing towards the BMW sedan at a speed of 356 kilometers per hour, almost in the blink of an eye.

  After seeing the motorcycle driver's appearance, Jin Huan immediately turned the steering wheel to the right with a strong force. The Volkswagen car, carrying a powerful momentum, crashed into the BMW sideways. With a loud crash, the driver of the bandit was caught off guard, and the BMW crashed into the railing of the overpass. The driver of the bandit was shocked and pale, tightly holding onto the steering wheel, desperately pulling it back and forth while shouting loudly: "Kill that motorcycle driver, quickly, kill him!"

  The accomplice in the passenger seat raised his head to see a motorcycle rushing towards them at full speed, and hastily grabbed the submachine gun that had fallen between the seats from his companion. He stuck half of his body out of the car window, intending to shoot the motorcyclist blocking their way dead. Before he could even raise the gun, the motorcyclist controlled the handlebars with one hand, and suddenly raised the other hand, a dagger flashing coldly in the sunlight flew towards the passenger seat window.

  "Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out, the high-speed flying dagger severed the bandit's right hand holding the gun at the elbow, and the broken wrist revealed a white bony arm. This bandit suddenly fainted from the pain.

  The motorcyclist threw out a dagger while suddenly stopping the bike, quickly removing the assault rifle from his back, and the icy muzzle pointed straight at the BMW's driver's compartment.

  "Screech!" The ear-piercing sound of screeching brakes echoed through the empty road, as the BMW sedan was forced to stop just ten meters away from the motorcycle. The driver, a thug, tossed a handgun out of the car window and shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, I surrender!" Seizing the opportunity while the motorcyclist's attention was slightly diverted, his right hand quietly retrieved a glass bottle filled with liquid from under the car seat, while his left hand slowly reached into his pocket.

  The Volkswagen driven by Jin Hao stopped side by side with the BMW, and just as he was about to get out of the car, he caught a glimpse of the hijacker's slight movement out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly raised his gun and fired decisively. "Bang!" The bullet accurately pierced the hijacker's right wrist, and the glass bottle fell to the floor of the car, spilling its contents. The liquid inside quickly corroded everything in the car and emitted a pungent smell - it was strong acid!

  The driver, regardless of his companion's life or death, pushed open the car door and jumped out. A cold gun muzzle pointed at his head, Jin Huan said coldly: "Kneel on the ground, hands behind your head." It wasn't until then that the motorcycle rider raised the muzzle of his assault rifle to the sky, his expression slightly relaxing.

  Ding Xiaofeng drove the Land Rover rapidly, screeching to a halt with a loud "squeak", and the vehicle shook violently before stopping abruptly behind the BMW. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Li Donghua had already leapt out of the vehicle and rushed over, his hands flying as he struck the hooligan who was kneeling on the ground, knocking him unconscious. He then grabbed Jin Huang's arm, carefully examining it up and down: "Big brother, are you okay?"

  "I'm fine." Jin Huan waved his hand and nodded towards the thug who had fainted: "What happened? Is this one of the criminals you were capturing?"

  "Yes, he is a foreign spy who has just obtained top-secret military information and is about to escape the country." Ding Xiaofeng quickly searched the thug's body and found a U-disk in his pocket. With a relieved smile, he said: "This is the U-disk that recorded the intelligence. Brother Er guessed it was Wang Boan's son who got it." As he spoke, he firmly grasped Jin Huang's other hand.

  "Wang Minglin?" A hint of disdain flashed in Jin Huan's eyes, and he quickly glanced at the police officer who was cleaning up the battlefield, signaling Ding Xiaofeng to stop talking.

  A dozen or so police officers carried away the unconscious suspect under the leadership of a police chief, while the motorcyclist showed them his officer ID, leaning lazily on the motorcycle and gazing at Jin Huang. A warm current flowed through his icy gaze, but it disappeared in an instant without a trace.

  Jin Hwang threw the captured pistol and spare magazine to Li Donghua, "Can't just rely on speculation, must make sure it's nailed down, don't give him any chance to turn over." After that, he glanced at the motorcycle driver and shouted loudly, "Yan Han, long time no see."

  Han was very cool and gave Jin Huan a military salute in the American style, leaning against his car without any intention of moving forward.

  Jin Hao didn't intend to continue talking with the other party, he kicked the severely damaged Volkswagen and said to Ding Xiaofeng: "Take me back with your car, Lan'er is still waiting for me on the other side."

  "Alright." Ding Xiaofeng nodded immediately, and the three of them got into the Land Rover together. Li Donghua waved at Yan Han, "Yan Han, leave this to the police, let's head back together."

  He waved his hand and motioned for Ding Xiaofeng to go first. He got on the motorcycle and slowly followed the off-road vehicle, driving away from the scene.

  Ding Xiaofeng drove while speaking in a low voice, mentioning the name of an organization: "We have photos of Wang Minglin talking to a mysterious person from afar. The photo isn't very clear, so Second Brother wasn't too sure about it either. Also, during that time period, he suddenly had a secret account, with each account having between 300,000 to 500,000 US dollars."

  "Keep a close eye on Wang Minglin, the mouth will be torn open from him." Jin Huan's eyes were cold and stern, he paused for a moment and then said: "This kind of person has a big appetite, it won't take long before he takes another risk!"

  "Don't worry, Second Brother's men have been tailing Wang Minglin for 24 hours. He's in the National Security Bureau and isn't part of our system, so he won't easily notice what we're doing. Third Brother and I will keep an eye on the old man, Fifth and Sixth Brothers will provide the funds, and Seventh Brother will try to persuade his father to take him down as soon as possible!" Ding Xiaofeng's face was calm and expressionless, with only his dark eyes seeming to grow even deeper.

  "No!" Jin Hao shook his head slightly, his expression cold and stern: "Haste makes waste, let's take it slow. That's an old fox, don't try to steal a chicken only to lose a handful of rice. Besides, if we just bring down the small ones, the big ones will quickly turn the tables!" Iron Blood Military Soul - Cheetah Legend 69

  "Understood, we will be discreet."

  At this time, the cheetah has returned to the small restaurant where a gun battle occurred earlier. The place has been cordoned off by the police and warning lines have been set up. The crowd has been evacuated cleanly.

  Lin Ruo Lan remained here, because of the military ID she showed, the police didn't dare to forcibly evict her, and had no choice but to let her stay in place, anxiously pacing back and forth. As soon as she saw Jin Huan get out of the off-road vehicle, Lin Ruo Lan's anxious face immediately lit up with a brilliant smile, and she rushed towards him.

  Jin Hao smiled and caught her, one hand gently patted her back, softly whispering in her ear: "I'm fine, I'm okay."

  Ding Xiaofeng and Li Donghua got off the car behind him, exchanging a look of extreme surprise. This big brother, who had known him since he wore open-crotch pants, was showing his gentle and sentimental side for the first time. Even the stern expression on his face as he rode the motorcycle seemed a bit stiff.

  Lin Ruo Lan poked her head out from beside Jin Huan, politely nodding at Ding Xiao Feng and Li Dong Hua, before looking towards Yan Han. When she met his sharp gaze, her entire body suddenly felt an inexplicable chill that made her hair stand on end. She almost subconsciously clenched her fists, the pain from her sharp fingernails digging into her palm finally calming her down, suppressing the urge to hide in Jin Huan's embrace, and looked at Yan Han again.

  It wasn't until much later, when she found herself once again on a battlefield shrouded in smoke and fraught with danger, that she suddenly realized this was an instinctual fear and retreat of a creature faced with the threat of death.

  He suddenly felt a chill run down his neck, as if he had been touched by the sharp edge of an icy dagger. He instinctively turned away, and immediately saw Jin Huan's face turn cold, with piercing eyes that seemed to gleam with frost. He pursed his lips tightly, tapped his helmet lightly with his fingers, and rode off on his motorcycle at high speed.

  A police officer ran over and whispered a few words to Ding Xiaofeng, who hastily said to Jin Hua: "Big brother, I and Lao Si must hurry back to Beijing, Er Ge has made a major discovery there."

  "Alright, you guys go ahead, don't delay the main task." Jin Huan nodded, watching their backs as they turned to leave, and suddenly called out to them again, walking over to give each of them a heavy pat on the shoulder: "Brothers, thanks for your hard work!"

  "Big brother, don't say that. No matter how long it's been or where we are, you'll always be our big brother. As long as you give the word, even if we're thousands of miles away, we'll rush to your side." Ding Xiaofeng and Li Donghua used all their strength to tightly hug Jin Huang, "Big brother... take care!"

  "Take care, brother!"

  Ding Xiaofeng and Li Donghua left, under the warm autumn sun, Jin Huang still stood straight on the side of the road, with his arms around his chest, his posture as straight as a sword, his shadow stretching long on the ground, also perfectly straight.

  ……

  Beijing's Western Hills are renowned for their beauty, especially the ancient temples. The Sleeping Buddha Temple, Biyun Temple and Guyun Temple are all located in this mountain range. A poem describes the Western Hills as follows: "The Western Hills have 300 temples, which can be visited within ten days."

  Here, there is vast green land, fresh air and high-quality living environment. Moreover, it has the tranquility and power that those officials who are tired of fighting every day in their lofty positions yearn for. Many heroes who have dominated the world live in seclusion here, hiding their pride and arrogance under the maple leaves, relieving the fierce atmosphere brought by the struggle for power.

  In the southern part of this villa area, in a relatively more secluded corner, stands a Gothic-style building. The designer is very meticulous and has actually decorated the front and back yards of the pure European-style building with Chinese flavor.

  Inside the black lacquered gate is a spacious front yard, with snow-white high walls covered in ivy. The courtyard has emerald green bamboo planted in it, not too densely, occasionally three to five stalks together, interspersed with strange rocks and artificial hills. A winding white pebble path leads directly to the main house through the bamboo forest, with soft, fragrant mud on both sides of the road. The cool mist permeates the air, washing and refreshing the parched soul from the inside out.

  Passing through the main building hidden behind the bamboo forest, entering the backyard, this small courtyard is exquisitely designed, revealing a sense of simplicity and elegance. Along the wall, orchids, chrysanthemums, and jasmine are blooming in season. In the center of the courtyard, near the main house, there is a small pavilion under which several armchairs surround a square table. The pavilion is surrounded by glass walls, so even on rainy days, you can fully appreciate the view without worrying about getting wet.

  Along a gravel path leading to the depths of the backyard, there is a small artificial hill, beside which a rocking chair is placed. Cheng Mingxuan sits in the rocking chair with his eyes half-closed as if he is dozing off.

  He stood still behind him, although he was only in his thirties, but had the patience and calmness that people of this age could not have. He stood motionless like a mountain, without even a slight disturbance in his breathing.

  Two military men in their mid-forties stood before him, awaiting his orders. An hour passed and he was still weighing the pros and cons, unable to make a decision.

  After a long time, Cheng Mingxuan finally slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of sharp light flashed by, making his eyes shine in an instant not like those of a sixty-year-old old man: "Go! No matter what method you use, bring her to me, but don't hurt her!"

  "Yes!" The two responded in unison, looking at each other and knowing that this errand was not going to be easy. They were going to "ask" a woman who had a terrifying man behind her back:

  At the age of five, he started running five kilometers with a sandbag every morning, plus two hundred push-ups and two hundred sit-ups.

  At the age of six, he practiced hitting himself with bricks every day to start training in the basic skills of Iron Shirt.

  At the age of seven, he received judo and taekwondo training and specialized in punching sandbags on the training ground.

  At the age of eight, he single-handedly fought against three boys two years older than him and beat them so badly that they fled in disarray.

  At the age of ten, he had a group of little followers, and the thin and small boy already had an air of standing tall.

  Such a man, rashly moving his woman, is afraid... But they are all trusted by Cheng Mingxuan and naturally know the position of that young master in the old leader's heart. The old leader has spoken, no matter how difficult it is, he will do it.

  "I know you're having a hard time, it's severe," Cheng Mingxuan called out in a deep voice to the young man standing behind him. "You've been his fighting partner since childhood, you understand him best, go and give them some advice."

  "Yes!" replied Yan Han expressionlessly, bowing slightly. The three of them exited the small courtyard together. One of them asked Yan Han, "What's your plan?"

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