radicalducati Chapter 23 One stab, throat sealed!
Chapter 23 One stab, throat sealed!
At 18:55, the train arrived at the station on time.
The doors slid open to the sides, and passengers disembarked one after another.
Qi Te, who had locked onto Yu Zhongliang, turned to look at Zheng Xinjian and gave him a disdainful smile full of mockery. Then, he walked out of the car.
Zheng Xinjian, who was staring intently at Qi Te, suddenly narrowed his eyes, which were bloodshot and red. Like a cannonball that had been lit, he roared and charged forward.
"ah!!"
The passengers who were casually pushed aside by Zheng Xinjian immediately exclaimed in surprise.
Although he was prepared, Zhang Xiaodao never expected this guy to be so arrogant.
Seeing the big guy charging recklessly towards Qi Te, Zhang Xiaodao quickly reached out to stop him.
Without saying a word, Zheng Xinjian swung his arm and punched Zhang Xiaodao.
Holy crap!
Zhang Xiaodao cried out in alarm, tears streaming down his face from the pain.
Although he managed to dodge it, the punch still nearly broke his nose. It was truly unexpected that this big guy would use his superpowers in public.
Furthermore, the opponent's level is not low.
Zhang Xiaodao served in the military for three years, and the people he came into contact with most often were those with strength-based superpowers. Therefore, he immediately judged that the big guy must be at least a D+.
Seeing that Zheng Xinjian was about to catch up with Qi Te, Zhang Xiaodao disregarded his luggage, leaped out of the carriage, and left a blur in his wake. He intercepted Zheng Xinjian halfway and unleashed a series of punches.
Although his strength was far inferior to his opponent's, his speed was superior. Zheng Xinjian was knocked around and kept throwing punches to counterattack, but he couldn't even touch Zhang Xiaodao's hair.
Qi Te pretended to be terrified and ran through the crowd, occasionally looking back at the two people fighting behind him. In the end, he bumped into an uncle wearing a work uniform and a safety helmet.
"Excuse me, excuse me."
Qi Te hurriedly apologized, but his hands were tightly gripping the uncle's clothes. He pulled and tugged at the clothes with a frightened expression, pretending that he was afraid Zheng Xinjian would catch up and beat him up. In reality, he was restraining the uncle and preventing him from boarding the train.
Of course, I was indeed a little scared, after all, I had been badly beaten up by the other party twice, and my neck still hurts when I think about it now.
"Yu Zhongliang, did you take the money to pay for that old geezer's medical treatment again?"
"My son is taking the high school entrance exam next year. Tutoring classes, nutritional supplements, everything costs money. And what you've done is spend all your earnings on the hospital, neglecting your own son."
"Marrying a piece of trash like you is my bad luck. I'm divorcing you. The son and the house are mine, and you can go live with that old man!"
With the aid of his auditory perception, Qi Te clearly heard the woman's angry voice coming from the uncle's phone.
The middle-aged man being dragged along flared his nostrils, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as if he couldn't see Qi Te at all. He kept shaking his head, saying, "I won't divorce him, I won't divorce him. My son is mine, he can't go anywhere, the house is gone, gone..."
"Where did the house go?!"
The woman's voice on the other end of the line visibly froze for a moment, then shrieked, "You mortgaged the house?! You're about to be fired, and you've lost the house too. Yu Zhongliang, are you fucking crazy...?"
"I've been fired. Why? I've worked my whole life. Why fire me? Why...?"
The middle-aged man repeated the last three words like a broken record, his voice growing louder and louder, and lightning-shaped red lines visibly appeared on his face.
At the same time, Zheng Xinjian finally seized the opportunity, broke free from Zhang Xiaodao's entanglement, and pounced on Qi Te.
"So many people have died, why aren't you dead? Die, you bastard!"
Zheng Xinjian swung his fists wildly, using both hands simultaneously.
Qi Te felt as if his lower back had been smashed by a giant iron hammer; his lumbar bones cracked, and he immediately lost his balance. The intense pain made him instinctively release his hands.
Qi Te was startled and tried to hold onto Yu Zhongliang's leg despite the pain. However, Zheng Xinjian, who had completely lost his mind, started swinging his fists wildly and attacking indiscriminately.
After being punched hard on the head, the man staggered and fell to the ground.
Zheng Xinjian grabbed Qi Te by the neck and lifted him up, while Zhang Xiaodao charged in from the side.
A C-level speed-type ability user, the impact of running at full speed is no less than that of a small car. However, Zheng Xinjian was only pushed sideways for several meters, and was not tackled.
"Die, die!"
Zheng Xinjian kicked Zhang Xiaodao away and pulled his right arm away.
A powerful punch lands squarely on your face.
Zite could almost feel the wind generated by the airflow from his fist.
Do not!
That wasn't the force of a punch.
Zheng Xinjian's right fist hovered less than five centimeters from Qi Te's temple.
Immediately, his neck split open, and warm blood gushed out, drenching Zit's head and face.
One stab, and it's over!
Zheng Xinjian's burly and strong body suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Two figures leaped down from above the circular elevator shaft.
"Zite!"
Cao Yingchong lunged forward and caught Qi Te, who had fallen to the ground.
Cao Tengfei immediately went to check on Zheng Xinjian's condition. Although his throat had been slashed by the wind blade, he was not going to die on the spot.
Zheng Xinjian opened his mouth, trying to breathe, but his airway was blocked, and blood flowed into it, causing him to spit out blood foam with every breath.
Even so, Zheng Xinjian continued to throw punches.
"Ahem~ that person..."
Qi Te's neck was almost snapped. He gasped for breath and quickly pointed at Yu Zhongliang.
When Jiang Luo contacted the Investigation Bureau, she clearly stated that the dangerous person was Yu Zhongliang, an employee of the subway bureau, who was wearing work clothes and a safety helmet. However, Zheng Xinjian had just punched Yu Zhongliang on the head, causing the helmet to shatter.
Cao Tengfei assumed that Qi Te was worried about the worker's safety, so he immediately went forward to check on him.
However, Yu Zhongliang suddenly attacked at this moment.
"Why are you firing me? I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving!"
"No one is allowed to leave!"
With a loud shout from the uncle, the ground trembled violently.
As Cao Tengfei approached, he finally saw the other person's face clearly. It matched the information from the subway bureau; it was indeed maintenance worker Yu Zhongliang.
Meanwhile, the action team members and riot control team members who arrived at platform 8 quickly dispersed to various elevators and stairwells to maintain order and evacuate passengers.
Two of the team members, upon seeing the tactical hand signal from their commander, fired electromagnetic nets at Yu Zhongliang without saying a word.
"I'm sorry, you have to come with me."
After saying this, Cao Tengfei, carrying the netted Yu Zhongliang, flew straight up the circular elevator shaft.
"Such a consistent pattern of showing off!"
Qi Te gained a deeper understanding of the Cao brothers' personalities.
Watching his older brother fly away, Cao Yingchong was filled with questions. Then he realized that he was holding Qi Te in his arms, and his face turned red instantly.
"Why are you blushing, you little fluffball?"
Qi Te muttered to himself and coughed twice more.
Cao Yingchong, his composure shattered, quickly helped Qi Te up, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Just now... I thought you were dead..."
"Whether it's right or wrong, you've seen me die twice with your own eyes."
Just as Qi Te was about to stand up, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
"No, no, my back, my back..."
Zhang Xiaodao watched helplessly as the train doors closed and the train slowly started moving, when he suddenly realized what was happening.
"Damn, my bag, my bag..."
.....................
"I had just returned home from military service, and my luggage was too big, so the carriage was a bit crowded when I boarded. I was going to get off and wait for the next one, but my classmate Qi Te squeezed back to make room for me."
"Before this? I didn't know him."
"That big guy followed him the whole way, staring at him with his eyes fixed on him. I had a feeling something was going to happen."
"Yes, I was the one who stopped them... Why? Sir, are you insulting me? I, Zhang Xiaodao, am a retired veteran, while Qi Te is just a college student. How could I just stand by and watch him die?"
"That's right, as soon as Chit got out of the car, he saw the big guy lunging at him menacingly. He turned and ran, but bumped into someone... He's just a student, he must have been terrified... So, I wanted to subdue that big guy..."
"That uncle? I don't know him."
Outside the Oriental Tower subway station, inside an SUV bearing the emblem of the Investigation Bureau, Detective Sherlock of the Major Crimes Unit, who was in charge of the case, extended his right hand after listening to Zhang Xiaodao's account: "Thank you for your cooperation."
The detective was very young, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and you could tell at a glance that he was of mixed Eastern and Western descent. In addition, he had extremely severe mysophobia (obsessive-compulsive disorder) regarding cleanliness.
Zhang Xiaodao glanced at the white gloves on the other man's hands and politely raised both hands. During the fight with Zheng Xinjian, his tiger's mouth was cracked, and his palms were stained with a lot of blood from his nose.
"Cooperating with the investigation is the right thing to do. I have blood on my hands, and it wouldn't be good if I got the officer's gloves dirty."
Sherlock nodded without any embarrassment and said, "If there is any need to contact you again after this case, please keep your phone accessible."
The detective who was taking notes opened the car door, and Zhang Xiaodao jumped out impatiently. He was about to go to the subway station to report the loss when he heard the detective say, "Your luggage has already been dispatched to the subway station. Go to the service desk and wait a moment; it should be delivered soon."
Zhang Xiaodao was taken aback for a moment, finding the handsome, blue-eyed, fair-skinned man's speech rather strange. However, it didn't concern him; he thanked him and turned to leave.
Watching Zhang Xiaodao's departing figure, Sherlock pointed to the display screen: "Check his information."
The agent operated the holographic projection keyboard for a while and quickly retrieved Zhang Xiaodao's file.
"Three years, sergeant, must have made some merits, interesting."
Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "Has Xiao Ye sent back the statement yet?"
"Not yet," the agent replied. "Xiao Ye just arrived at the hospital and sent back a message a minute ago that the student is seriously injured and needs immediate surgery."
"What about the young man who subdued the rioters? He wasn't injured, so can't he give a statement either?"
"Team leader..." the detective said with a troubled expression, "That man is Inspector Cao's...brother!"
Sherlock's expression froze instantly, then he frowned in annoyance.
"It's that smug guy again!"
"Team leader," the detective cautioned, "is it just a case of being overly ambitious..."