Deadly Trap.

Chapter 65. "Just close your eyes and drive forward."

The winter moonlight was cold. In this desolate suburb, every household was already asleep, and apart from the bright white streetlights, the streets were completely dark.

In the stillness of the night, a black sedan suddenly sped out.

With a hasty movement, Butcher snapped the handmade crossbow bolt, deeply embedded in his collarbone, in two. He didn't need to look to know that dark vein blood was gushing from the junction of the wound and the arrow. Indeed, the arrow had wounded him quite badly.

Butcher is a master killer, and he knows his limits: every drop of blood he's losing is counting down, urging him to return to the chairman's side as soon as possible.

This surprisingly stirred a strange excitement within Butcher: he was the one who always made others bleed to death in pools of blood. A change of pace today was certainly thrilling.

Butcher repeatedly licked the mixture of his own blood and Su Yan's blood from his fingertips, thoroughly enjoying himself and chuckling with extreme smugness.

He slammed the accelerator to the floor, screeching as he pulled the car onto the outer ring road of the Mindong Expressway.

Across the street, an ambulance, wailing and sirens, passed by him.

Although his wound was still bleeding profusely, giving Butcher no time to linger, it was too early for him to join forces with the chairman: without a doubt, a large group of people were already following him. After all, there were no arrows that would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Tonight, there's bound to be a lot more going on. Trying to follow Butcher? Hmph.

Meanwhile, the traffic team on Fri-Night is hot on their heels.

At first, they deliberately kept a considerable distance from Butcher, following him at a leisurely pace, essentially tracking him. But soon, they discovered that Butcher was simply circling around on the outer ring of the Mindong Expressway.

If things continue like this, even if we wait until dawn, we still won't be able to reach Tang Quan's stronghold.

Seeing that something was wrong, You, the team leader of the traffic squad, tapped the earpiece in his ear:

"Welsh, traffic team reporting to Boss. Butcher has most likely discovered our pursuit. He's currently circling back and forth on the Min-Dong Expressway. Instructions: Should we continue following him?"

A moment of silence.

"The boss said to keep following. Follow even closer. The special forces will help you surround them directly: the objective has been changed to capture Butcher alive."

"receive."

Capture him alive? I don't know why the Boss suddenly changed his plans. But isn't this much more interesting than just tracking him?
Yu's lips curled into an excited smile.

Under the cold moonlight of late night, several black cars chased each other along the empty Minzhou East Ring Road.

Butcher's hands began to sweat: the encirclement surrounding him was clearly tightening. He tried several times to rush off the exit and shake off his pursuers, but each time he was completely thwarted.

When it comes to killing, he's a master of quick in-and-out strikes; but when it comes to escaping by car, he's utterly inept. The guillotine is infinitely sharp. Yet, the sharper the blade, the more brittle it is.

He can't afford to waste any more time:

"President, Butcher! I'm surrounded. Those damn Fri-Night bastards are trying to catch me!"

Immediately afterwards, the red brake lights suddenly illuminated. The rear of the car lurched and swayed violently, as if it had almost slipped out of control.

But in the end, there was no real danger. In a panic, Butcher swerved the car around by force and crashed onto the designated exit ramp that he had almost missed.

Sure enough, just like the other ramps he had tried before, there was already a car blocking the intersection, running its engine and waiting for him to walk right into its trap.

Inside the car, Bran, one of the veterans of the FN martial arts faction, gave Butcher a憨厚 (honest and simple) grin, but the grin sent chills down Butcher's spine.
He is now truly in a dilemma.

President, President. Whether the method you just taught will work or not depends on this moment.

With a frantic, erratic counter-steering maneuver, Butcher's uninjured hands nearly sent sparks flying from the steering wheel. He swerved almost 180 degrees, plunging the car into a drainage culvert beneath the ramp. It was winter, and the culvert contained only a shallow pool of water. The water was muddy and incredibly bumpy. Butcher's car sped along. He had almost no choice but to grit his teeth and relentlessly crush the unknown darkness.

Behind the car, he kicked up a spray of muddy water. Mud splattered everywhere.

Meanwhile, closely following Butcher, Bran resolutely plunged into the culvert. He turned the wipers on full speed, almost tailgating Butcher's car.

Bran was determined: as soon as he rushed out of the culvert, he would swear he would smash Butcher from the side and send him flying!
As Butcher hurriedly fled out of the culvert, his right shoulder wound from the arrow wound caused him to burst into tears.

But when he thought of the president's personal guidance to him, Butcher had no choice but to bite back his tears and force himself to make another sharp 180-degree turn.

Holding back tears and breath, and following the chairman's detailed instructions, Butcher calmly suppressed his strong urge to run away immediately and waited quietly in place for a moment.

Until, the culvert from which we came was filled with splashing water.

As Bran drove ahead, almost like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, rushing towards him out of the culvert, Butcher gritted his teeth, his palms slick with sweat. He knew he was in grave danger, but then the chairman's voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

In an instant, Butcher abruptly switched on his high beams and slammed the accelerator to the floor.

With a "whoosh," the front of the car lifted up, completely out of control. As if drawn by the allure of the deep sea, Butcher actually closed his eyes.

"Trust me," the voice soothed, like the depths of the sea. "Just close your eyes and drive forward."

Blindly and recklessly, Butcher rammed into the narrower, lower culvert next to it, a culvert that seemed impossible for any car to pass through. Two crisp, loud crashes, like bones breaking, echoed. The side mirrors on both sides of the car were knocked off by the culvert.

But at that moment, Butcher was running frantically, no longer caring about anything else. His mind was filled with the chairman's deep, resonant voice.

In the blink of an eye, Bran was once again faced with splashing water and blinding light. All he could see was a dazzling white blur.

Bran was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks.

Finally, when his tears had subsided and he could see the moonlight again, Butcher had already evaporated and vanished without a trace.

Somewhere far away, as if deliberately provoking him, the night wind carried a faint, piercing engine whistle, like Butcher's sharp, mocking laughter.

"Damn it!" Bran slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the car honked its horn, and he cursed under his breath.

From some inexplicable time, a professional assassin specializing in human anatomy suddenly became self-taught and able to make use of his remaining skills in driving escapes?
He'd never heard of it!
If the Chief of Staff knew that Butcher had been lost by him.

In Bran's mind, Gu Mufeng's cold, phoenix-shaped eyes seemed to suddenly appear. The latter remained calm and said indifferently, "I am very disappointed in you."

Bran immediately felt a chill down his spine.

After a slight hesitation, Bran gently tapped the headset in his ear to report the situation.
"Welsh! Bran reports to the Chief of Staff: Butcher has escaped! He seems to have suddenly learned to drive! What should we do, continue the pursuit?"

To Bran's surprise, there was complete silence on the other end of the wireless communication line within the group; no one answered.

Bran's brow furrowed, his voice urgent: "Welsh? Chief? Chief??"

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[Author's Note | Chapter Sixty-Five]

Gu Mufeng made a last-minute change of strategy for Su Li, and as night fell, the crisis in this cat-and-mouse game doubled!
Butcher fled in terror, pursued relentlessly by Bran; a mysterious figure remotely taught him how to drive; and Welsh and Gu Mufeng both went missing?

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