Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
I rubbed my temples with my fingers, leaning against a tree to rest for a moment. The sky was still drizzling lightly, but it felt warm. I recalled the events of the past few days, which ultimately turned into a sigh. My only regret was not capturing Zhao Mingkun myself. He was a clever man, and after leaving this forest, it would be difficult for us to catch him again—that much was certain.
I had considered delaying Zhao Mingkun in the forest or even subduing him, but his reaction speed was astonishingly quick. Before I could make a move, he had already anticipated my actions and blocked my path. It seemed that during his escape, Zhao Mingkun had realized this.
I opened my eyes and began walking toward the warehouse. Zhao Mingkun had noticed this during his escape, but he hadn’t shown it through his expressions or previous conversations. It was only after he felt safe that he revealed the truth. Such restraint was something many elderly people, even those over fifty, lacked; I wondered what kind of environment Zhao Mingkun had grown up in.
If it were someone else who discovered that their long-planned scheme had gone up in smoke after so much effort, they would have exploded with rage. Perhaps they would have shot me on the spot. But if Zhao Mingkun were that kind of person, I wouldn’t be afraid. However, his unusual composure for his age was truly unsettling. Facing such an opponent made me unsure whether to feel relieved or deeply troubled.
I listened closely; the gunfire around me had become sparse, indicating that the battle was nearing its end. By the time I exited the forest, there was hardly any resistance left. The confiscated firearms lay piled nearby like a black serpent, while those captured knelt in a line, and the injured had already been sent to the hospital.
Upon seeing me, these individuals stared wide-eyed as if they wanted to swallow me whole. They all knew my background; having fallen into my hands, what could they complain about? What they should truly fear was Zhao Mingkun—at a critical moment, he had unhesitatingly abandoned them.
I paid no mind to these people and continued toward the warehouse. Along the way, I could see police clearing the scene; bullets littered the ground. I had never seen so many bullets before; it seemed as if this area near the warehouse had turned into a small battlefield.
Suddenly, I recalled what Zhao Mingkun had said when she first arrived: she told me that in Italy I would encounter things I could never experience back home. It seemed she had forewarned me about the gunfight; perhaps she hadn’t anticipated that the final bullets would be aimed at him. I wondered if this could be considered a prophetic statement.
As I reached the entrance of the warehouse, Juan Juan, Dezi, and Mary were already waiting there for me. Upon seeing me, their emotions surged uncontrollably; Juan Juan burst into tears immediately. I felt a wave of emotion myself—after everything that happened in Jing City, we hadn’t seen each other for over a month, fearing that one misstep might lead to permanent separation.
Fortunately, through various efforts, we finally met again.
"You scared me to death!" Juan Juan exclaimed as she rushed toward me and hugged me tightly. I embraced her just as tightly. I could feel Juan Juan's tears streaming down her face while Mary and Dezi made funny faces at me, leaving me both amused and exasperated. At that moment, the alluring Landlady appeared before me; she wasn’t actually a real hotpot restaurant boss but a police officer.
Her name was Jiang Yan; she had pursued a killer with us during the Human Meat Canning Case. However, we left that city halfway through our investigation. Yet Jiang Yan had always been eager for another match against Dezi and ended up here unexpectedly.
The story actually began long before this moment.
It all started when Zhao Mingkun was shot in the arm. At that time, I was in the hospital, and the Italian Handsome Guy asked me for a light, only to be stopped by the overly cautious Poplar. Although I didn't know this Italian Handsome Guy, he was indeed one of us. The issue wasn't about borrowing a lighter.
The problem lay with the cigarette he had smoked. When we left, I was the only one who noticed the cigarette butt left behind by the Italian Handsome Guy, which had a smiling face drawn on it. Others might not have recognized its significance, but I remembered clearly that in Captain Gao's case, the cigarette butt with a smiling face was the key to solving the mystery.
Only the Special Investigation Team understood this situation. It was too coincidental to encounter someone in a foreign country who had also drawn a smiling face on a cigarette tip. At that moment, I realized that members of the Special Investigation Team were close by. However, even though I knew they were there, I had no way to contact them.
It wasn't until Zhao Mingkun took me to a newly opened hot pot restaurant that everything became clear. Zhao Mingkun might have been watching me for a long time, but he certainly wasn't familiar with Jiang Yan. As expected, Zhao Mingkun did not recognize her. So while I was eating, I engaged in a conversation with the young girl.
Our dialogue seemed to revolve around ordering delicious food, but it was actually a carefully arranged plan for the future. I informed her that the situation was quite tricky and that we needed to deploy more personnel with the highest security level. To ensure they could reach me, I deliberately let my charm bag fall to the ground.
When the young girl handed it back to me, I could clearly feel something added inside. At that moment, every move made by Zhao Mingkun and his companions was already under our control. Although I wasn't directly involved in the specifics, I knew that soon enough, the Special Investigation Team would take action.
During our escape, I recognized the so-called sharpshooter across from us. With such precision and no collateral damage, as soon as he appeared, I immediately knew he was Dezi and understood that the Special Investigation Team was closing in at that moment.
Jiang Yan then said to me, "This time we have joined forces with the Italian police to take down that mysterious organization; it's also a sweep against this Mafia. Our operation coincided with an attack from one Mafia group on another; we still have people there now. This small island can finally be truly under the control of the Italian authorities."
I nodded and remarked, "You found me in such a short time; your speed is impressive."
Juan Juan smiled and said, "You can thank Mary for that. During your disappearance, Mary hardly slept at all; she monitored every possible clue that could lead us to you twenty-four hours a day. Finally, one day she discovered your MSN account briefly logged in."
"When I saw your account online," Mary continued from where Juan Juan left off, "I immediately tracked its address. To our surprise, it turned out to be logged in from Italy; we were all shocked. However, based on various factors like timing, it wasn’t impossible for you to be in Italy."
As she spoke, Mary tossed something to me; it was my Police Badge. She smiled and said, "Although we couldn't confirm it accurately at first, we reported it to our department right away. They quickly decided to send us here to find you. Sure enough, when we arrived and followed some leads, we discovered your whereabouts and managed to coordinate with the Italian police."
Things took many twists and turns on a small island, where a seemingly simple game entangled numerous forces. There were the Mafia, the Italian police, Zhao Mingkun and the people behind her organization, as well as our Special Investigation Team. Fortunately, we managed to control the situation in the end; otherwise, if Zhao Mingkun's scheme had succeeded and her organization gained a foothold, the consequences would have been dire.
At this point, the police had arrested everyone involved. A few Italian officers came over to shake hands with us. This mission was a resounding success; we had wiped out the Mafia during their own internal conflict. Although there were still some remnants of power on the island, they posed no real threat anymore, and it wouldn't be long before they were completely eradicated.
The bodyguards were all locals. Captain Jiang was overseeing their handover. Dezi remarked, "It's a pity we couldn't capture Zhao Mingkun. Her file is missing, and there are no leads on her organization. However, we've sealed off all possible escape routes from this island. I believe she shouldn't be able to get away."
I frowned, feeling regret for not personally capturing Zhao Mingkun. After her departure this time, I wondered how long it would take to catch her again. Even with all escape routes blocked, I was certain that Zhao Mingkun would find a way out; I had no doubt about that.
In just one week, I had witnessed Zhao Mingkun's intelligence firsthand. Capturing her would not be an easy task. During this short time, I realized that her bringing me to participate in the game was only part of her plan; there was a more significant purpose that remained hidden from me. What could it be?
However, matters in Italy had come to a close. The department took this organization very seriously and had dispatched a special operations team to continue investigating it. Our Special Investigation Team's mission was now concluded since it involved national security.
Upon hearing Juan Juan say this, I could only nod in agreement. Yet I sensed that this matter was far from simple. The last words Zhao Mingkun left me with surely held deeper meaning. Why did she approach me? What exactly was her organization doing? What use could I possibly have for them?
Shaking my head, I realized that pondering these questions further would yield no results for now; I could only return to the department and address things later.
Late at night, The Village Doctor sought out the Beautiful Widow Nurse while intoxicated. Hearing strange moans from inside the room, he kicked open the door only to discover his robust son in an unexpected situation...
Comment 0 Comment Count