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I exchanged a silent glance with Han Youliang. Suddenly, I recalled a conversation I had with a friend about the most venomous snakes in the world. He told me that any snake capable of killing a person could be considered the most poisonous. Looking at the scene before me now, I truly felt that sentiment. Forget about nuclear missiles; even this small syringe made people retreat in fear, unwilling to approach. I couldn't fathom how Han Youliang dared to place it on himself; he was indeed bold.
For someone like Han Youliang, a desperate man who could kill and still sit in a Mahjong Parlor, I was inclined to believe there might be HIV involved rather than dismiss it. After all, one mistake could lead to fatal consequences. However, I absolutely could not let him go. We had investigated this far and finally discovered someone who might know the truth about the case; if he escaped, we would have no idea when we could resolve Zhao Kaifang's case.
With that thought in mind, I said to Han Youliang, "Why put on a show of desperation? Kaiyang City is so small; where can you hide? You might evade capture for a moment, but can you hide forever? If you come with me now, I'll consider it a confession. But if you're caught later, you know the consequences of intentional homicide."
"You've been a thug for many years and have been in and out of trouble, right?" I continued. "You have a criminal record; you should know what that means. I advise you not to entangle yourself further! Just turn yourself in!"
"It’s precisely because I have a record that I can’t go back with you," Han Youliang replied. "If I go in, it’s a dead end for me!"
It seemed that no matter how much I tried to persuade him, Han Youliang would not turn back. As we spoke, the sound of police sirens grew closer while the chaos around us diminished. This indicated that the thugs outside had mostly been subdued; it wouldn't be long before Dezi and his team arrived.
Han Youliang realized this too; once more people showed up, escape would be impossible for him. He grew increasingly anxious and said, "Officer, I've said both good and bad things. If you keep this up, I won’t hold back! Don’t push me; I've already killed someone and don’t care about killing another."
I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "If that's the case, then I won't say anything more. Go ahead and make your move, but remember: this thing is a double-edged sword. If you accidentally stab yourself, it will be your end. Considering our strengths, I think your chances of getting hurt are much higher!"
Han Youliang saw through my attempt to buy time; at this moment, he didn’t bother with words anymore and lunged at me with the syringe raised high. He didn’t employ any tactics—just wildly swung and stabbed at me—but I couldn’t afford to let my guard down for even a second. This syringe was like a deadly weapon; one touch could mean death.
I focused intently on the syringe, feeling more exhausted than when facing five opponents earlier. My nerves were taut as I concentrated completely. As Han Youliang thrust the syringe at me again, I dodged to the side just in time; it grazed my face and barely missed piercing my skin.
After missing his target, Han Youliang pulled back quickly. His strategy was clear: if he could just land a hit on me, he would consider it a success. But what he didn’t realize was that if he managed to injure me, he wouldn’t be able to escape either. A man without shoes fears nothing from those who wear them; if I got cut, I wouldn’t mind taking a few more stabs—he definitely wouldn’t get away.
In truth, Han Youliang understood this as well but had no choice but to intimidate me into backing down. This was a test of courage; whoever flinched first would have to say goodbye.
As Han Youliang pulled back again, my reflexes kicked in—I seized his arm tightly with my left hand while my right hand swiftly followed through with a spin to grip his wrist. With both hands straining hard, I aimed to wrest the syringe from his grasp.
However, Han Youliang knew this was his only lifeline; if he lost the syringe, there would be no escape for him. He struck hard at my waist with his left hand in an attempt to make me relinquish my hold. But how could I relax? This was a matter of life and death.
Yet the continuous blows made it increasingly difficult for me to hold on for long. At that moment, we both heard footsteps approaching; out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dezi rushing over with reinforcements. Seeing others coming sent Han Youliang into a frenzy. In desperation, he lunged forward and bit down hard on my neck as if intending to tear away flesh along with skin.
The pain was unbearable, and I decided to go all out with him in a "mutual destruction" move! I gripped his arm tightly, controlling the one holding the syringe, then kicked back hard at his knee. The force of my kick sent Han Youliang off balance, causing him to stumble sideways, and the powerful downward force pulled me down to the ground as well.
As I hit the ground heavily, I felt a sharp crack in my arm. No need to ask; it was dislocated. But now was not the time for a dislocation. In an instant, one of my hands was completely useless, limp like a cotton candy. Han Youliang also fell hard, and the impact transmitted through his teeth that were clamped onto my neck. I could feel his teeth loosening and his blood dripping onto my skin.
At that moment, we both ignored our pain; life itself was far more important than any suffering. Despite the fall, he still managed to keep a firm grip on the syringe, as if it were a closed vise. Han Youliang's hand remained tightly clenched around it without any sign of letting go.
We both rolled and crawled, trying to get back on our feet. At this point, Dezi was already a hundred meters away from us. Han Youliang seemed to realize he couldn't escape anymore; he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Damn it! Even if I die, I'm taking someone down with me!"
With that, Han Youliang seemed to unleash a burst of energy and broke free from my control over one of his hands. The syringe lunged toward my leg as if he wanted to transfer all his hatred for me through that needle.
I quickly lifted my leg to dodge, but the needle tore through my pants, ripping a large hole in them. However, I couldn't afford to think about anything else at that moment; if this continued for another couple of seconds, I would surely be dead. Sure enough, Han Youliang kept stabbing downward while I desperately tried to evade him. At that moment, he pressed his body down on top of mine!
This was it; if he managed to stab me even once, my life would probably be reduced to just a few more years.
"Ha ha!" Han Youliang laughed maniacally. "Die! Go to hell! Your future life will be forever haunted by the fear of death! I want you to taste what I've experienced! The remaining years of your life will be tormented by AIDS!"
Just as the syringe was about to plunge down, a figure appeared in front of me. Without a doubt, the only person fast enough was Yan Junde. He kicked Han Youliang's wrist with such force that I heard a loud crack! It seemed Yan Junde understood the gravity of the situation after hearing Han Youliang's words.
The syringe flew out from right under my nose, just a few centimeters away from me. Sweat poured down my forehead; if Dezi had been even a second later, I would have been stabbed by now. Han Youliang's wrist went limp and fell against me; I looked over and saw it was broken.
Yan Junde grabbed Han Youliang by the collar with one hand and held onto his clothing with the other, lifting him up effortlessly. Then he turned around and controlled both of Han Youliang's arms; with a swift motion upward, Han Youliang found himself kneeling on the ground. Next, Yan Junde reached back and cuffed him.
I finally let out a sigh of relief as others began rushing over. I quickly shouted to everyone, "Be careful with that syringe! Don't let it stab you—there's HIV in there!"
Juan Juan responded seriously, "I'll handle this! Shaoshilin! Check yourself for any wounds immediately!"
Juan Juan's expression was grave; everyone knew this was no joke. Even now, I felt lingering dread—if I had been stabbed, my life would likely be over. No marriage or children; what immense misfortune that would be. With that thought in mind, I hurriedly checked myself for injuries.
I had quite a few bruises and some cuts from punches but nothing from the syringe itself. I quickly examined the tear in my pants and felt around—no wounds there either. As long as there was no bleeding, I'd be fine. Especially since I had controlled Han Youliang's hand holding the syringe from the start; I could confirm that I hadn't been stabbed at all.
Just as I let out a sigh of relief and prepared to high-five Dezi in celebration, I noticed the serious expression on Dezi's face, devoid of any joy. Seeing that expression made my heart skip a beat. I trembled slightly and asked, "Dezi, the last step, the last step..."
Dezi turned away, handing Han Youliang over to other officers for control, and said to me, "I felt a sharp pain from that last kick, as if something had scratched me."
The needle of the syringe was relatively long, and Dezi was wearing ordinary sneakers. I dared not think further and quickly took off Dezi's shoes and socks to examine the injury closely. When I looked down, I nearly collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly unsupported. On the top of Dezi's foot was a shallow, short wound.
The wound was neither long nor deep, but it was bleeding. We all understood the transmission routes of AIDS—mother-to-child, blood, etc. No matter how small or shallow this wound was, as long as it bled, there was a risk of infection.
Dezi glanced at the wound and shrugged, saying, "It is what it is..."
" Juan Juan! Juan Juan!" I hurriedly shouted. "Dezi got pricked by that syringe!"
"What?" Juan Juan froze in place.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Han Youliang suddenly burst into laughter and said, "If I can take someone down with me before I die, then my life has been worth it! Killing one is breaking even; killing two means I've profited! Hahaha! Death isn't scary; what's scary is waiting for death. Qiang feels this way, and so do you!"
An unsolved mystery: a 21st-century Airborne Troops unit mysteriously appeared in North America, rescuing an Indian Red-Haired Beauty, enjoying the company of a Blue-Eyed Busty Blonde, dominating Wall Street, amassing wealth across America, and initiating the Han Ethnic Colonial Global Model.
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