Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

The night was deep, and police cars, flashing red and blue lights, drove slowly along the highway.

Because it was the return trip, the police car did not use its siren, and the atmosphere inside the car was unusually quiet, even somewhat oppressive.

In addition, there were quite a few people arrested tonight, and the police were constantly "dropping off" people, so there was a shortage of vehicles, and they could only allocate them as much as possible.

Even so, because He Qiang was the key suspect in the whole incident, the police department made an exception and dispatched two police cars to "escort" him.

Leading the way was a police car, inside which sat four fully armed police officers.

A young policeman was driving, while another policeman sat in the passenger seat with a gun in his hand.

Wang Zheng and a policeman flanked He Qiang on either side, sitting together in the middle row of seats.

Further back, in the third row, sat two police officers. They were fully armed, wearing bulletproof vests and police helmets, and even carrying Type 95 long police pistols.

Throughout the journey, no one spoke, but all displayed a high degree of vigilance.

Wang Zheng didn't even dare to smoke. He held He Qiang's handcuffed wrist with one hand and kept his other hand on the holster, as if he was afraid that something might happen on the way.

He Qiang had already found a way to break the deadlock by delving into the original plot, so he felt much more relaxed.

He took a deep breath and looked at the police officers, only to find that their expressions were not quite right. They all looked like they were facing a major enemy, and seemed to be a little too nervous.

Filled with doubt, he couldn't help but ask Wang Zheng, "Officer Wang, this isn't the first time we've met. Is it really necessary to be so nervous?"

"You don't understand." Wang Zheng looked at He Qiang and gave a bitter smile. "The reason we're so nervous isn't because we're afraid you'll resist, but because—"

"Boom boom boom—crack—"

Before Wang Zheng could finish speaking, a sudden, rapid engine roar came from outside the carriage. Before they could even react, a deafening crash was heard, and the van they were riding in jolted violently, tilting and sliding to the side.

"What happened?"

He Qiang sensed something was wrong and instinctively cried out in alarm, hurriedly raising his hand to grab the back of the chair to steady himself.

Then he turned his head to look out the car window and was shocked to see a large truck suddenly veer off the side of the road and crash heavily into the police car. The truck then stepped on the gas and rammed the police car forward, forcibly pushing it into the roadside green belt.

The police car's two wheels were stuck on the low wall of the green belt, and with the large truck also blocking its way, it couldn't move at all.

"Let's do it!"

Seeing that the police car was blocked and unable to move, Wang Zheng inside the car shouted coldly, pulled out his pistol, kicked open the car door, jumped out of the car, and fired a burst of shots at the truck that had caused the accident.

"Bang bang bang..."

As Wang Zheng made his move, the other police officers also opened fire.

Six policemen, excluding the driver, fired five guns at the cab of the truck, spraying bullets and making a crackling sound.

However, despite the police firing numerous shots, there was no reaction from the truck's cab, as if the driver had already fled.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zheng and the others couldn't help but show expressions of suspicion.

Just then, a loud "clanging" sound came from the side and behind. When everyone turned around, they found that a large truck had suddenly rushed up from behind the police car.

However, the truck wasn't facing the police car with its front end facing it; instead, it was backed up with its rear end facing the police car.

When the truck got close, it immediately activated the self-unloading struts and tilted the truck bed up.

As the truck bed slowly lifted, the crowd, aided by the streetlights, could clearly see the cargo inside – dozens of gas cylinders.

The moment they saw those gas cylinders, all the police officers at the scene couldn't help but frown and gasp.

"Listen up, everyone! No one is allowed to fire without my order!"

Wang Zheng, who held the highest rank, was also the first to react.

He immediately gave the police not to fire, then rushed to the police car, grabbed He Qiang by the collar, and dragged him out.

"Hey, Officer Wang, what are you doing?"

He Qiang couldn't quite understand Wang Zheng's actions and couldn't help but struggle.

Given the current dangerous situation, it's highly likely that Chris's men are trying to ambush him.

As a police officer, it's one thing for Wang Zheng not to protect his safety, but what kind of operation is it to drag him out and use him as a shield?

He didn't want to die an unexplained death at the hands of a bunch of white pigs, so he gripped the back of the seat tightly with both hands and refused to get off the bus no matter what.

"Wang Zheng, you're a policeman, how can you use me as a shield? Have you no shame?"

He Qiang struggled and roared at Wang Zheng.

"He Qiang, shut up and get down here right now, or I'll kill you!" Wang

Zheng was furious and pressed the gun against He Qiang's forehead.

He Qiang had never seen Wang Zheng look so ferocious before. Helpless, he could only stagger out of the car, shrink his neck and look around, afraid of being shot in the back.

"Clang—"

A faint metallic scraping sound came from behind the bread truck.

He Qiang craned his head slightly, looked in the direction of the sound, and quickly saw the situation in the field. He was instantly stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

At this moment, a large truck in the field had its cargo bed lifted, revealing dozens of neatly arranged gas cylinders.

Those gas cylinders were plump and round, and looked very dangerous. The police were afraid that even if they didn't fire their guns, they would fall off the truck bed and explode.

Fortunately, the truck driver did not continue to raise the dump boom, but instead tilted the truck bed at about 30 degrees and stopped the operation.

The driver's intention did not seem to be to attack or bomb the police, but rather to make them see the gas canisters so that they would hesitate to fire.

No wonder Wang Zheng and the police officers were so nervous—

If one of the dozens of gas cylinders explodes, causing all the gas cylinders on the vehicle to explode simultaneously, half a street could be destroyed.

However, He Qiang's shock at this moment was not because of those gas cylinders.

He was shocked by a person, a woman.

The woman was slender and wore a white long dress, with her long black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

She was carrying a gas canister and was slowly walking towards the police car.

The night breeze blew, and her long hair fluttered in the wind, revealing an unusual, poignant beauty.

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow on her, casting long, distinct shadows on her.

On the ground, dust was still flying due to the previous car crash, and the midnight fog made her figure hazy and tremble slightly in the field of vision, like an elf who came out of the dark world.

The woman didn't say anything, she just dragged the gas canister and walked straight ahead.

Everyone was watching her, not daring to utter a sound.

He Qiang looked at her too, at her slightly pale face, her expression filled with a resolute determination to face death, and he couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat...

"sister--"

Unable to contain his excitement, He Qiang exclaimed and instinctively wanted to run towards her.

"You fucking shut up!"

Wang Zheng roared and kicked He Qiang in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel on the ground. Then, pointing the gun at He Qiang's head, he glared at He Linghuang and shouted, "He Linghuang, I'll give you one more chance. Leave here immediately, and I can forgive your reckless behavior!"

"What if I don't leave?!"

He Linghuang looked at Wang Zheng, gave a cold laugh, and then directly reached out and turned on the gas valve of the gas cylinder.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

When the vent is turned on, a piercing sound of gas being ejected is heard.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zheng's eyelids twitched in shock, and he couldn't help but shout at He Linghuang, "He Linghuang, what are you trying to do? Have you gone mad?!"

"I'm not crazy!"

He Linghuang looked up at Wang Zheng, one hand holding the leaking gas canister, the other slowly rising to reveal the lighter she was clutching.

"I'll give you one chance. Release my brother immediately, or I'll take you all down with me!"