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When Feng Bin emerged from the street, he glanced back at the long road, relieved to see that the frail-looking police officer had not pursued him. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he realized that when pushed to the limit, a person could indeed run a long way. He had never imagined he would end up here after such a frantic escape.
If it hadn't been for his quick thinking in scattering all one million yuan from his backpack, he would have never managed to get away. A single Renminbi weighs 115 grams, meaning one million would weigh 115 kilograms. If only he could have carried just 500,000, he might not have been chased down by that seemingly weaker officer.
But now it was too late. Feng Bin knew that news of his crime had likely spread, and he could never return to this city again. He resolved to disappear and live under an alias for the rest of his life.
"Damn it, why isn't there a single taxi?" Feng Bin thought anxiously, fearing that the officer might catch up to him.
As he looked at the bustling street filled with cars, he couldn't help but curse under his breath. Normally, when he didn't need a taxi, there were always plenty honking behind him. Yet now, when he desperately needed one, not a single car was in sight. Feng Bin felt like crying; it seemed fate was against him.
Just then, a black sedan pulled up in front of him.
"Are you the one who called for a ride?" The driver, a bald man, asked.
At that moment, Feng Bin couldn't care less about who had called for the car; he quickly jumped in. "Yes."
The car started up.
Feng Bin let out a sigh of relief.
He checked his wallet and found only ten yuan left besides his ID and bank cards. After some thought, he took off his watch. "Take me to Sifeng Bridge Tunnel. Then bring my ID and bank cards along with my watch to Dragon City South Train Station. I'll arrange for someone to meet you outside; it's five hundred yuan for the trip. If they don't pay you, don't give them my ID."
The driver looked at Feng Bin and replied, "No problem."
Feng Bin felt grateful as he looked at the driver.
He realized that going to any train or bus station was no longer an option. If the police were still unaware that he was the murderer, he might have been able to confuse them by taking a flight or train. But now, if he showed up at those places, he'd likely be caught by undercover officers in an instant.
He regretted coming back.
Feng Bin could only think of one best escape route at that moment: to jump onto the train tracks at Sifeng Bridge and then hitch a ride on a train out of the city. The police would never expect him to leave in such a manner; they would surely follow the special vehicle to the train station, only to find nothing.
Feng Bin's plan was clever, and he was almost about to succeed.
At the same time, Wang Chao stood on the bustling street, watching the cars go by, wondering where Jiang He and Feng Bin could possibly be.
However, as the captain of the criminal police team, Wang Chao quickly issued several critical commands: "Report to the City Bureau to issue a citywide manhunt for Feng Bin. Station people at key exit points from the city, especially at the train station and bus station, particularly those areas at the bus station that do not require identification."
Several officers nodded in agreement.
Before long, one of the officers approached Wang Chao. "We just received footage from surveillance. After leaving an alley, Feng Bin got into a black Buick with license plate Long K471."
Wang Chao frowned and asked, "Who is the owner of this black sedan? Why was it carrying Feng Bin?"
The officer pulled out his phone, revealing some information about the driver: "Wang Youquan, male, thirty-two years old, working as a part-time manager at a friend's company, acting as a chauffeur."
The officer speculated, "He might be a hired driver who picked up the wrong person."
"What’s the status of that car now?" Wang Chao inquired further.
Another officer replied, "We haven't spotted it on other surveillance routes yet, but the traffic police are already assisting in searching for this black Buick Long K471 throughout the city."
"By the way, any news from Jiang He?" Wang Chao added.
Everyone shook their heads.
Wang Chao sighed. "Forget it. Jiang He has always been elusive; who knows where he’s chasing after Feng Bin now. Keep an eye on this matter and let me know if you hear anything about him."
“Understand.”
“Understand.”
The driver nodded, “So it’s to South Train Station, right? What’s there to Understand? Don’t worry, since you trust me this much, I won’t run off with your things. Besides, even if I wanted your ID, it wouldn’t do me any good; I don’t even have the password for your bank card. Just relax.”
“Thank you.”
Feng Bin nodded.
With that, he quickly walked outside.
The driver watched Feng Bin’s departing figure through the rearview mirror and dialed a number. “Hello, the person has been delivered.”
A cheerful voice came from the other end, “That’s more like it. If we can’t get a ride and get caught, that would be too boring. It’s only interesting when it’s evenly matched. I’ve arranged everything; you know what to do next.”
“Understand.” The driver hung up the phone.
On the other end of the line, a dry, withered hand opened the phone case. He snapped the SIM Card in half and tossed it into the drain. Then, he replaced it with a new card and turned to get into a car. The vehicle quickly merged into traffic and disappeared down the road.
Feng Bin walked up the steps as a Coal Transport Truck sped past through the wire fence. He estimated its speed in his mind; trying to hitch a ride on a Coal Transport Truck was dangerous given his abilities, but Feng Bin was confident he could manage it. High risk brings high rewards; anyone running a business knows this principle.
Staying in Dragon City meant getting caught was just a matter of time, but if he successfully managed to hitch a ride on a train, his chances of escaping would significantly increase.
He hurried past, saying, “Make way.”
The people squatting nearby shifted aside momentarily.
The person was Jiang He.
Jiang He squatted on the steps, watching taxi after taxi drive past from the bridge. He silently estimated that Feng Bin would arrive here about ten to twenty minutes later than himself. During this time, a total of twelve taxis had entered the tunnel of the bridge, and eight had exited. He memorized the license plate numbers of each car.
Of course, even if Jiang He wanted to forget, he couldn't. If he waited here for half an hour without seeing Feng Bin, it meant that Feng Bin must have found another way to leave. Those twenty taxis were clues that could lead him to Feng Bin.
He knew that the longer he stayed in Dragon City, the higher the chances of being caught. Feng Bin would definitely try to leave before the police completed their deployment.
Jiang He was right; Feng Bin passed right by him.
Jiang He took out his phone. "Sifeng Bridge Railway, come quickly."
The message was sent to Wang Chao. Jiang He didn't have a contact list on his phone because he didn't need that function at all.
Jiang He stood up.
Feng Bin was still walking toward the barbed wire when he suddenly sensed something was off. The man who had been squatting earlier looked just like the police officer who had been chasing him. He glanced back with his peripheral vision and saw that the man had stood up without him noticing.
Run.
That was the only thought in Feng Bin's mind.
With that thought, he started running quickly and then kicked off against the barbed wire, climbing over it swiftly. The barbed wire wasn't very high, only about one meter eighty. It was put up to prevent some unruly children from climbing over; they could never imagine that adults would do such things.
In a flash, Feng Bin climbed over with ease.
Jiang He didn't hesitate either and immediately followed him up.
Sometimes, being slender can be an advantage, especially when it comes to climbing over barbed wire.
Feng Bin rolled on the ground, the stones by the railway digging painfully into him, but he couldn't stop. He felt as if everything was a dream; he couldn't understand why the police officer behind him was relentlessly following, why he always seemed to know where Feng Bin was.
He must have owed him a lot in his past life.
The sound of a train whistle echoed in the distance. Feng Bin turned to look; a train was speeding toward him. This was his only chance. If he remained entangled here, he would never escape this life. Having committed murder and fleeing without any intention of surrendering, he couldn't think of anything else that could save him.
Jiang He was hot on his heels; Feng Bin had no way to shake him off.
Feng Bin knew that Jiang He was determined to catch him.
The train was getting closer. Feng Bin made a startling decision and ran onto the tracks.
With Feng Bin in front and Jiang He behind, once the train approached, Jiang He would have to dodge. Naturally, he would choose one side or the other—either to the left or to the right of the tracks. After Jiang He reacted, Feng Bin would have a few seconds to make his choice.
If the officer chose left, he would go right, and vice versa.
Then he could climb aboard the train and leave this place forever.
Jiang He observed Feng Bin's actions closely, and in an instant, he understood what this clever man was planning. In Jiang He's mind, he had his own considerations. His speed surpassed that of Feng Bin's; if he could catch him before the train arrived, then Feng Bin wouldn't be able to escape at all.
Jiang He remained still.
Feng Bin was gambling.
Jiang He was gambling too.
The stakes were the lives of two people.
They raced along the train tracks.
Behind them, a train blared its horn incessantly.
The train was only a hair's breadth away from Jiang He, who could even feel the gust of wind it created pushing him forward.
Jiang He's hand was almost touching Feng Bin.
Although Jiang He could analyze the highest probability with the information at hand, in this rapidly changing moment, he was not omnipotent. Just like now, he would never have predicted that at this critical juncture, his foot would trip over a stone, causing him to stumble onto the tracks.
In that instant, Jiang He's brain calculated a probability for him.
With his body losing control, the chance of survival was five percent.
In other words,
Jiang He was doomed.
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