vrcanaries Chapter 703 Clash on the Dirt Road
Chapter 703 Clash on the Dirt Road
As dusk settled, the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the buildings of Hong Kong Island, and the night spread rapidly like ink, shrouding the Kowloon Tong industrial area in a deathly silence.
In front of the residential building at No. 178 Binhai Branch Road, a black car without license plates slowly drove out, its headlights off, disappearing into the shadows of the secluded side road like a ghost. Han Ren gripped the steering wheel, his eyes cold and sharp. After glancing at the rearview mirror and confirming that there was nothing unusual, he slowly stepped on the gas and sped off towards the Kowloon Tong Industrial Zone.
In the passenger seat, Scorpion stood with his arms crossed, a black backpack on his lap containing a handgun and poison for self-defense. He glanced out the window every now and then, his expression wary, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the backpack zipper, a barely perceptible anxiety in his voice:
"Hanren, are you sure the police aren't following us? I have a feeling that the night is too quiet tonight, unusually quiet, as if countless eyes are watching us from the shadows."
A disdainful sneer curled at the corner of Han Ren's lips. He slightly turned the steering wheel to avoid the obstacle in front of him, his tone calm and steady:
"What's the panic? I've checked three times already. There are no signs of being followed along the way. Besides, our accomplices have already created a disturbance around the convention center, attracting the police's attention. Right now, the police don't have time to worry about us. Furthermore, our route is along secluded side streets without surveillance cameras. Even if the police wanted to follow us, they wouldn't know where to start."
Despite this, Han Ren remained vigilant, keeping his speed below 60 mph. He would stop at each intersection to observe for a moment and only continue after confirming there were no ambushes.
He knew all too well that if anything went wrong, he would not only be unable to obtain the explosives and poison, but the entire attack plan would also be exposed, and he might even lose his life. He understood the masked man's methods better than anyone else, and he could not afford the consequences of failure.
At this moment, at the entrance to the dirt road on the edge of the Kowloon Tong Industrial Area, "Overlord Flower" led ten plainclothes police officers, hiding in the roadside weeds, wearing camouflage uniforms and face paint, blending perfectly into the night.
Everyone held a gun, the muzzle pointed at the entrance to the dirt road, their eyes fixed on the road in the distance. From time to time, reports came from snipers lurking on high ground over the walkie-talkie.
"Sister Hua, the target vehicle has appeared. It's heading towards the dirt road from the side road, about a kilometer away from us. It's moving slowly, and it seems to be observing the road conditions." An undercover police officer lowered his voice, his tone urgent, his fingertip tightly gripping the trigger, ready to deal with any emergencies.
Ba Wanghua nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the distance. She vaguely saw a black figure moving slowly in the night. She immediately pressed the intercom button, her voice low and firm: "Everyone, stay concealed. Do not reveal your identities. Do not fire without authorization. Wait until the target vehicle enters the dirt road and is completely within our encirclement before proceeding according to plan. Also, notify the snipers to closely monitor the vehicle's movements, pinpoint the locations of Han Ren and Du Xie. If they resist, fire immediately, wounding them is sufficient, but leave them alive!"
"Roger that!"
A unified response came from the other end of the walkie-talkie. Silence reigned in the weeds, broken only by the rustling of the wind through the grass and the officers' even, heavy breathing.
Everyone looked solemn and their eyes were firm. They knew that the upcoming confrontation was bound to be dangerous. Cold Blade and Poison Scorpion were both top assassins, and the slightest carelessness would come at a terrible price.
A few minutes later, the black sedan slowly drove onto the dirt road. The headlights were still off, and the road ahead could only be barely discerned by the moonlight.
The dirt road was narrow and rugged, with waist-high weeds growing on both sides. The wheels crunched over the gravel, making a jarring sound in the quiet night. Han Ren slowly slowed down, his eyes scanning the weeds on both sides warily. He felt something was wrong, and his unease grew stronger.
"Something's wrong, stop the car!" Han Ren suddenly shouted, slamming on the brakes. The black sedan came to an instant stop, its tires screeching against the pavement.
Scorpion was jolted by the sudden braking and looked somewhat surprised: "What happened? What's wrong?"
"Don't you think it's too quiet here?" Han Ren's voice was somewhat solemn, his eyes fixed on the weeds on both sides, his hand already gripping the pistol at his waist. "There are signs that the weeds on both sides of the dirt road have been trampled, and when we passed by just now, I think I saw a reflection in the weeds, like a gun scope."
Scorpion's expression changed. He immediately gripped the pistol on his leg, looked warily out the window, and carefully observed the weeds on both sides. Sure enough, he noticed several faint reflections flashing by in the weeds, and there were indeed fresh trampling marks on the ground. Clearly, someone had set up a stakeout here in advance.
"Damn it, we've fallen into a trap! The police have already tracked us down here!" Scorpion's voice was filled with panic and despair. "Cold Blade, what do we do? What do we do now? Should we turn around and run away immediately?"
"Panic won't help!" Han Ren shouted, forcing himself to calm down. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to find a way to break through. "The dirt road is narrow, with weeds on both sides, and the police have already set up a perimeter. If we turn back now, we'll only be put on the defensive and caught in a pincer movement by the police. Right now, we can only keep moving forward, rush to the warehouse, and meet up with the Yamaguchi-gumi. Only in this way will we have a chance of survival."
After saying that, Han Ren slammed on the gas pedal, and the black sedan started up again, speeding towards the warehouse. The speed instantly increased to eighty miles per hour, and the wheels rolled over gravel, kicking up clouds of dust.
At the same time, he drew a pistol from his waist and handed one to Scorpion:
"Wait a minute, if we encounter the police, we must immediately open fire and return fire. Even if it takes all our strength, we must rush to the warehouse and bring back the explosives and poison!"
"Understood!" Scorpion gripped his pistol tightly, his eyes filled with determination. The panic on his face was gradually replaced by ruthlessness. He knew that there was no way out now. Either he rushed out or he was caught by the police. Either way, he would die. He might as well take a gamble and maybe there was still a glimmer of hope.
"shot!"
Just as the black sedan reached the middle of the dirt road, Ba Wanghua suddenly shouted and fired her pistol. The bullet grazed the car window, hit the roadside weeds, and sparks flew everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, plainclothes police officers in the bushes opened fire, bullets raining down on the black sedan. The "bang bang bang" of gunfire broke the silence of the night and echoed endlessly in the empty industrial area.
"Duck!" Han Ren shouted, suddenly lowering his head and turning the steering wheel to avoid the incoming bullets. The black sedan swayed from side to side on the dirt road, the car body being hit by several bullets, making a "bang bang bang" sound. The car windows were shattered, and shards flew everywhere.
Scorpion lay on the seat, poked his head out, and fired back towards the weeds. The bullets hit the weeds but missed all targets, instead revealing his position.
The sniper on the high ground immediately locked onto Scorpion's position, pulled the trigger, and the bullet grazed Scorpion's shoulder before hitting the seat, leaving a deep bullet hole.
"Ah!" Scorpion screamed as a bullet grazed his shoulder, blood gushing out instantly and staining his sleeves red. The pistol in his hand fell to the ground.
His face was pale, his eyes were filled with fear, and all the previous ferocity was gone.