Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 97 Total Destruction
Pengzi followed the tracks left by Ai Liang and Jin Ping'an as they ran, but after a while he realized that at their speed they must have already run far away.

After much deliberation, Pengzi finally decided to chase after them and deal with them.

If the two of them had chosen to go into the woods, it would have been really difficult for him to catch them. But they chose to take the main road. How could two legs outrun four wheels?

So he immediately returned to the warehouse and drove off to give chase.

If we catch up, we'll take care of it; if we don't find it, we'll just drive the van away from Qianhua City.

According to the plan, the other three kidnappers were supposed to die with the hostage, but the plan went wrong.

Now that the hostage has escaped, Pengzi is not going to waste his precious escape time just to complete the mission.

This was an accident. Besides, I didn't completely break the deal. Didn't I kill the three people who knew the truth as required?

Having made up his mind, Pengzi drove his van at high speed. He stopped the van at the intersection of the dirt road and the highway, looking around for Ai Liang and Jin Ping'an's figures.

At Pengzi's feet was a small patch of sand with clods of dirt, which the two of them had brought from the dirt road. It was this detail that made him decide to get out of the car to check.

However, before he could look around any further, the faint sound of police sirens coming from afar terrified him.

"How could it be so fast?!"

According to the plan, the police investigation would be delayed for a long time due to the fake bomb.

It was at least an hour or two later when the car owner told them about the hijacking.

In addition, they changed vehicles again along the way, which could further delay the investigation. After several round trips, it would take at least three or four hours.

However, from the time they escaped the encirclement until now, it has been less than an hour.

Pengzi didn't have time to think about what went wrong. He hurriedly climbed into the van, started the engine, and drove off to the other side of the road.

The arrival of the police threw him into disarray, so much so that he didn't notice two people crouching behind a mound in the woods while he was driving.

A dozen meters away from the fork in the road, on a reverse slope formed by a mound of earth, Jin Ping'an lay sprawled among a pile of leaves.

"Phew, I almost thought we were going to die here today. Luckily, this robber was rather stupid."

From the moment Pengzi got out of the car with a pistol, Jin Ping'an didn't dare to breathe loudly, afraid that he would hear the slightest noise.

Ai Liang, on the other hand, turned up the volume on her phone and then covered the microphone with her hand to play a police siren, creating the illusion that the police had arrived, thus scaring away the robbers.

"This method actually works."

Having survived the ordeal, Jin Ping'an praised Ai Liang relentlessly with a self-created proverb: "You're really like a cow standing on its head, so powerful and awesome! It's amazing that you can stay calm and think things through even in this situation. What did you do before?"

“I told you, I’m a student.” Ai Liang put away her phone and stood up from the ground.

Actually, what Pengzi just heard was not the sound of a police siren playing on his phone.

Instead, Ai Liang used telekinesis to directly capture the sound of a real police siren from more than ten kilometers away.

Of course, Ai Liang would never explain this to Jin Ping'an.

Jin Pingan dusted himself off and said to Ai Liang, "Come on, you're supposed to be a student? With your mental fortitude, I'd believe you if you said you were a psychopathic killer."

"Oh, then I'm a psychopathic killer."

Ai Liang responded indifferently.

He put away his phone and walked towards the road.

"Hey, just kidding, wait for me!" Jin Ping'an quickly caught up with Ai Liang.

"Hey! Maybe we shouldn't take the main road. It doesn't feel safe. What if that robber doesn't see the police for a while and comes back?"

Jin Ping'an jogged over to Ai Liang and said.

He was a little unsure about Ai Liang's little trick of scaring away the robbers, fearing that the robbers might turn around and launch a counterattack.

Ai Liang said without turning her head, "The police are already on their way here. They'll arrive in ten minutes at most. If he dares to come back, he'll be walking into a trap."

"What if he comes back? We can't just walk on the main road like this. Let's be safe and go back into the woods..."

Jin Ping'an followed behind Ai Liang, glancing back every now and then in the direction the robbers had left.

This is out of caution, absolutely not out of cowardice, really!

Ai Liang ignored Jin Ping'an, certain that the robbers would not return.

The sound of police sirens still echoes in Pengzi's ears.

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"Hey! Where's the backup?"

Pengzi asked on the phone while holding the steering wheel with one hand.

The sirens blared in his ears like a death knell, forcing him to keep flooring the accelerator.

But no matter how hard he pedaled, the speed remained around 65 km/h.

"Have they all been dealt with?"

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly more concerned about Jin Ping'an's life or death than Pengzi, who was just a tool.

"It's solved! Quickly tell me where the person who was supposed to meet us is!" Pengzi said anxiously.

His right hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, with such force that it seemed he could pry the plastic shell off.

Pengzi gritted his teeth and widened his eyes. The sound of the police sirens remained barely audible, proving that he had not completely shaken off the police.

This caused Pengzi's eyes to reveal hysteria, and his tone to be full of gunpowder, as if he wanted to bite off the head of the planner.

"Where are the photos from the scene?"

"What the hell do you care about the photos! Didn't you say the plan was to hold off the cops for at least three hours?! Why was my location exposed in less than an hour?!"

Everything had gone smoothly according to plan, which was why Pengzi was able to maintain a calm demeanor.

But everything went awry after he dealt with his three other accomplices.

The hostages' escape, the police pursuit, and the damnly slow car speed that just wouldn't pick up—one unexpected event after another made it impossible for him to calm down.

"...Can you guarantee you'll take care of everyone?"

"What else do you want me to do! If you don't believe me, then I'm out of luck! Turning back now would be suicide!"

Pengzi stomped his right foot on the accelerator: "Why can't this piece of junk you prepared pick up any speed?!"

“I was worried that you might accidentally speed too fast while escaping the police, so I added an electronic speed limiter.”

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to believe what Pengzi said: "Try to shake off the police and head towards U21 Road, where there are fewer vehicles."

"There are fewer vehicles, making it easier for the police to catch me, right?"

Pengzi sneered: "If the police arrest me, do you think you'll have a good time?"

"Then do you know my true identity?"

Despite Pengzi's threat, the voice on the other end of the phone remained completely calm.

"I don't know who you are, but I'll reveal everything I know, including your plans!"

Pengzi knew that he absolutely could not back down at this time, because backing down would mean losing all initiative.

"You prepare a way out for me. I will take this to my grave and make sure no third person knows. This was part of the deal."

"Things may have gone a little wrong, but the outcome is the same. Even if they investigate, they'll only trace it back to Lame Wolf. But if I'm caught, all your previous preparations will have been for nothing!"

Pengzi, taking advantage of the fact that the other party was not present, concealed the fact that the hostage had escaped. In his description, he was a qualified assassin who strictly adhered to the agreement and eliminated everyone.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Although Pengzi was extremely flustered, he knew that at this moment, it was all about mental fortitude, and whoever spoke first would be the loser.

The two remained silent for a full twenty seconds.

In the end, the other party compromised: "The person who was supposed to meet us has been sent out. At the second intersection on U21, there is a silver Mercedes-Benz with the license plate number YA1203."

Hearing the other party back down, Pengzi unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "How do I remove the speed limit on the car?"

"There's a small cell phone in the armrest box; that's the remote control for the electronic speed limiter."

Pengzi followed the instructions and indeed took out a small remote control from inside. He brought up the speed limit page and then pressed the button to remove the speed limit.

Three seconds after the button was pressed, the number, which had been hovering around sixty-five, began to steadily increase.

Once the speed limit was confirmed to be lifted, Pengzi immediately hung up the phone.

At the intersection of U21 and N31, he resolutely turned onto N31.

Pengzi's words just now indicate that the two sides have already broken off all pretense of civility.

He wasn't naive enough to think that a ruthless person who would hire someone to rob a bank to cover up his murderous motives would let him, an insider, go unpunished.

All that talk I said before was just to trick the other party into lifting the speed limit on the van.

Pengzi never expected anyone to come and pick him up from the beginning.

Over the years, the only thing he has ever trusted is the steering wheel in his own hands.

As the car accelerated, the sirens completely disappeared.

This eased his mind a little, but he did not slow down; the van continued to increase its speed steadily.

86, 87, 88, 89...

Boom! ! !

The moment the van reached 90 km/h, a dazzling burst of fire erupted from its chassis, dimming the surrounding light for a second or two.

The car was blown to pieces by the bomb, and the burning wreckage was scattered all over the ground.

The more than 200,000 yuan in cash that was stolen, the ether used to drug the hostages, and Pengzi himself, who was sitting in the car, were all reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

Thus, all four bank robbers were dead, with none surviving.

It's clear that the mastermind behind this never intended to leave any survivors.

(End of this chapter)