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Chapter 86 Evidence in Hand (4K)

Wang Jingchen's tiger's mouth had just been ripped open by the bullet, and the wound was still bleeding. His entire right arm, from his wrist to his shoulder, was numb.

He was promoted by Hou Shaorong.

From a military uniform patrolling the streets of Yau Ma Tei to his current position as an inspector, every step of his journey was paved by Hou Shaorong.

Therefore, others can back down, but he cannot.

Wang Jingchen gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the .38 rifle on the ground.

He couldn't lift his right hand, but he could still move his left hand.

With that thought in mind, he lunged forward, his left hand reaching for the gun handle.

The gun fired when my fingertips were less than five centimeters from the gun handle.

The bullet entered through the left temporal bone and exited through the right temporal bone, leaving behind a cloud of blood and a piece of broken bone.

Wang Jingchen now has a hole in his temple.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils had already begun to dilate.

Chen Fan didn't even turn his head.

The smoke from the gun hadn't even dissipated when his hand was already hanging down at his side.

"You only make a few thousand yuan a month, why are you working yourself to death!"

He shook his head slightly and continued walking forward.

The officers behind them exchanged glances, all filled with anger, yet dared not make a move.

They are human too, and naturally they feel fear.

Faced with Chen Fan's exaggerated marksmanship, everything seemed so futile.

In the storage room, Hou Shaorong's back was pressed tightly against the wall.

His eyes were fixed on the figure getting closer and closer outside the window.

Under the white light of the searchlight, the upward curve of that smiling mask made his stomach tighten.

He saw Wang Jingchen fall clearly the moment he fell, before he even had a chance to scream. He was slaughtered like a dog.

You're all trash, fucking trash!!

Hou Shaorong clenched his back teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat dripping down his temples.

But he didn't move or run.

Because he had one last card.

on the roof.

Ao Ming held the rope with one hand, his body suspended in mid-air, his legs swaying gently in the night wind.

She had been waiting for this opportunity.

Despite the strange appearance of the masked man, Ao Ming still had full confidence in himself.

This position is on the only way to Magellan's residence. If she fires beforehand, no one can survive more than three seconds in her field of fire.

close!

Ao Ming loosened his grip on the rope.

Her body tumbled off the edge of the roof, her brown trench coat fluttering in the night.

Two long, slender legs drew a sharp arc, dazzling and beautiful.

With a submachine gun in her right hand and a rope in her left, she swooped down like a falcon.

Unfortunately, with battlefield scanning enabled, Chen Fan had a complete understanding of his surroundings.

He already knew her plan the moment Ao Ming leaned out from the roof.

Chen Fan suddenly looked up and met Ao Ming's gaze as he fell.

The latter had a bad feeling and no longer cared about the angle or anything else. He raised his hand and prepared to fire.

But Chen Fan was faster.

boom!

The bullet left the barrel first and hit the rope precisely.

Ao Ming's body lost its only support and plummeted straight down.

However, she reacted extremely quickly.

The person loosened the rope, which had become useless, in mid-air.

With knees bent and body curled up, he tried to cushion the impact by rolling upon landing.

But the fall was too low, and she had too little time.

The toes had barely touched the ground, and the knees hadn't even had time to bend properly before the body's center of gravity had already gone out of control.

Ao Ming was thrown sideways, his back slamming heavily onto the ground, the shock causing his internal organs to churn.

Just as she was trying to stand up despite the pain, the dark muzzle of a gun was already pressed firmly against the center of her forehead from above.

Ao Ming's body stiffened.

Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, sweat pouring down her forehead and soaking her black veil.

Chen Fan tilted his head, reached out his other hand, grabbed the thin black veil, and gently tugged at it.

The veil fell away, revealing a young and aloof face.

Ao Ming pursed his lips and met his gaze defiantly, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.

Her proud entrance was thus ruined.

That's absolutely embarrassing!

Chen Fan looked at the unusually familiar face in front of him.

"Ma Xiaoling?"

"Hmph! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

"Oh...Ao Ming?"

Ao Ming's body trembled, and his beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened in shock.

Then, in a tone that suggested she'd been caught red-handed, she retorted angrily, "Who exactly are you?!"

Chen Fan ignored her, bent down and pulled out her other submachine gun, played with it in his hand for a moment, and then continued walking forward.

Magellan's mansion was almost in sight, but there were other things to take care of before going inside.

Ao Ming slumped to the ground, staring at his retreating figure, his mind racing with thoughts.

In the storage room.

Hou Shaorong had already turned around and started running towards the back door.

Behind that was a path leading to the garage, where his Toyota was parked.

As long as I can get to the car, as long as I can start the engine—

But just then, the door was gently pushed open.

Hou Shaorong froze on the spot.

He was about eight steps away from the back door, a distance that would normally take him only a few minutes to cross, but now his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them at all.

Hou Shaorong slowly turned around and saw that smiling mask appear at the doorway.

The searchlight beam shone from behind Chen Fan, casting a long shadow on the ground that stretched all the way to the wall, like a giant, dark hand trying to grasp everything in the room.

Backlit, the mask was reduced to a dark silhouette, with only the outline of a smiling mouth visible in the light, making it appear particularly eerie under the flickering lights.

"Look who I've found!"

"asshole!"

Chen Fan's silence was fine, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Hou Shaorong reacted immediately, reaching for the gun at his waist.

But clearly, he didn't have that opportunity.

boom!

Chen Fan pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck Hou Shaorong's arm.

Blood splattered everywhere, and he let out a scream before collapsing to his knees with a thud.

"No, don't kill me! I can give you money, lots of money."

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"Money? I remember Superintendent Hou already had his assets notarized, how many tens of thousands... twenty? thirty?"

Chen Fan's tone was very calm, but after being altered, it sounded like a death warrant to Hou Shaorong.

"I...I deserve to die, I'm not human, but I can't help it."

He knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, "And all I was responsible for was delivering the money; I wasn't involved in anything else."

"Really? Then I'll believe Superintendent Hou. But my friends probably won't, so you should get some sleep."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he flicked his hand, and the butt of the gun landed on Hou Shaorong's temple, knocking him unconscious. Then he walked out the door again and headed towards Magellan's residence.

On the bread cart.

Lok Wai-ching stared at the corpse on the ground, her eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

This was an inspector, and he just died like that.

The remaining officers were arguing, and even from a distance, she could see the fear on their faces.

The fear of death is human nature, and Lok Hye-ching understands their thoughts.

What she saw sparked a somewhat crazy idea in her mind.

Lok Wai-ching put down the camera and took a deep breath.

"Ah Qiang".

"Um?

'

Ah Qiang, who was fiddling with the listening device, didn't even look up.

"get off!"

"What?"

I said, "Get off the bus!"

Lok Wai-ching put the camera on the seat and reached for the car door handle.

"I'm going to interview that V!"

"Interview with V?!"

Ah Qiang's voice suddenly rose, then abruptly fell back down, "Sister Zhen, that guy's a murderer! My wife just gave birth to a son, please don't mess with me!"

"Don't worry, although V may seem like a madman, he's actually very rational. Otherwise, none of those officers would have survived."

Lok Hui-chen tried her best to persuade her.

"No way! I'd rather die than go. Sister Zhen, please have mercy on me, I just want to earn some money for baby formula."

"Five thousand!"

Ah Qiang's expression froze instantly, and his eyes began to wander.

"Ten thousand!"

"Sister Zhen 1"

"Thirty thousand!"

Ah Qiang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his hand was already on the car door handle.

"Let's make this clear first: if things go wrong, I'll be the first to run."

"Don't worry, I definitely won't let you die before me."

When Yue Huizhen saw that he agreed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The two opened the car door, got out one after the other, and headed towards Magellan's mansion.

Meanwhile, to the east of Jinxiu Garden.

Chen Fan just dragged the unconscious Hou Shaorong out of the storage room.

With the battlefield scanner always on, he had nothing to worry about, because if anything unexpected happened, his mind would immediately process the feedback.

For example, right now.

Out of the corner of Chen Fan's eye, a black figure sped towards him from the side.

It was Ao Ming.

Perhaps she was discouraged by Chen Fan, because this time she didn't use a pistol and chose to fight unarmed.

She shot forward like an arrow, leaping up three steps in front of Chen Fan, her right leg arcing through the air before she used the momentum of her spin to deliver a powerful slash.

Hwarang Doil's Whirlwind Kick!

This kick was both swift and vicious; if it landed squarely, it would be enough to break the collarbone of an adult man.

Chen Fan couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

The woman's murderous aura had vanished, and her current actions seemed more like an attempt to get revenge.

Thinking of this, he slightly turned to avoid it, the movement was so small that Ao Ming's heel just grazed past his right ear.

Ao Ming's attack missed, and as soon as his left foot landed, his body twisted around using the momentum, and his left leg swept across Chen Fan's ankle.

It was a perfectly executed sweeping leg kick, but most importantly, she changed her moves extremely quickly, almost without pausing.

Unfortunately, Chen Fan simply took half a step back calmly, just enough to pull his foot out of the sweeping leg's range.

Ao Ming's toes brushed against his trouser hem, just a hair's breadth away.

After missing her target twice in a row, a look of seriousness flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, Chen Fan pinched the brim of his hat with his thumb and forefinger.

"Very good leg technique, hmm, very beautiful."

"Don't get too cocky!"

Enraged, Ao Ming suddenly leaned back, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and swung his long legs like scorpion tails, aiming for Chen Fan's throat and chest from both ends.

Hwarangdo's deadly move is a series of scorpion tail stabs!

This move is extremely dangerous and fast because the moment the body leans back, the target will be briefly lost, so it relies entirely on feeling and experience.

This time, Chen Fan did not retreat further.

Suddenly, his right hand rose up, his five fingers spread, and he grabbed Ao Ming's right ankle perfectly.

The surface feels smooth to the touch, and you can clearly feel the temperature of your skin.

The scorpion tail attack collapsed instantly, and Ao Ming was left hanging in mid-air. The angle of his other leg kick was completely off target, and his body was hanging upside down in an extremely embarrassing position.

She gritted her teeth, trying to pull her leg back, but the hand gripping her ankle wouldn't budge.

The lingering pain from the fall on her back caused her to sweat profusely.

"Let me go!"

Ao Ming gritted his teeth, his voice filled with humiliation and anger: "If you've got the guts, fight me fair and square!"

"Isn't it fair and square enough now?"

Chen Fan reached down, and just as he was about to say something, the image that flashed through his mind left him speechless.

"Fine, I'm not playing with you anymore. I hope you can give me a surprise next time."

After saying that, he let go of her hand.

Once free, Ao Ming immediately did a backflip to create distance, his eyes fixed on Chen Fan, as if trying to memorize that mask.

"Just you wait, I won't keep losing!"

Chen Fan shrugged indifferently, then supported Hou Shaorong with one hand and walked in another direction, openly exposing his back.

Ao Ming's teeth chattered as he gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently with pain.

This is the first time she's suffered such a huge loss in all her years in the industry!

This isn't over yet!!

the other side.

Chen Fan bumped into Le Huizhen, who was approaching with her colleagues.

He felt somewhat helpless towards this woman who valued news over her own life.

"Mr. V!"

She hadn't lowered her hands yet, her voice exceptionally clear in the night breeze, "I'm a reporter from Ming Pao Weekly. May I interview you?"

boom!

Chen Fan raised his hand and fired a shot at the ground in front of Yue Huizhen.

"I'm giving you ten seconds to get out of my sight, or don't even think about leaving."

Before she could recover from her shock, Ah Qiang let out a strange cry and scrambled towards the bread cart.

"I...I..."

"Ten....Nine...Eight"

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving!"

Le Huizhen was terrified and ran back the way she came, looking rather disheveled.

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, then slowly dragged Hou Shaorong away from the Jinxiu Garden residential area.

The officers watched helplessly, but none of them dared to do anything.

Back at the car, Chen Fan met up with Wang Jianjun and the others.

At this moment, they all had expressions of utter astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Boss, I never expected... your marksmanship to be so amazing!"

Wang Jianjun gave a thumbs up.

While their marksmanship is also quite accurate, it's only above average; their skill lies more in combat proficiency and experience.

What Chen Fan just demonstrated has transcended the realm of ordinary people and reached another level.

"Individual strength is nothing."

Chen Fan showed no sign of smugness, casually tossing Hou Shaorong over, "Lock this guy up, I need him later."

"Okay, boss, what are your plans next?"

Wang Jianjun nodded in agreement, then asked curiously.

Chen Fan chuckled softly, but said nothing.