Liu Handong jumped up from the bed. A cold air rose from his tailbone and went straight to his forehead. He was completely sleepless. Gu Changjun was not dead! The first target of his revenge was probably himself!
I put on my clothes randomly and took out a steel pipe from under the bed. I weighed it in my hand and felt that it was not easy to carry it with me. So I went downstairs to the grocery store on the street and bought a hammer with a wooden handle, which can be used to smash and hook. It is very powerful.
, pinned to the waist without showing any leakage, it is actually a great weapon to carry with you.
Fukang parked quietly on the side of the road. The wheels were covered with traces of dried mud and water. Liu Handong circled the car several times, opened the release handle under the dashboard under the door panel, and lifted the hood. Killers always like this in movies.
A bomb was installed in the car and it exploded as soon as it was started. He was now suspicious and had to take precautions.
The engine compartment was normal and there were no traces of any movement. Liu Handong called home again. Gu Changjun was a very cunning and insidious man who could do anything.
No one answered his mother's cell phone. Liu Handong had a vague premonition that the situation was not good. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead. It seemed that there were footsteps approaching from behind. He turned around suddenly and held the handle of the ax in his hand. It was just a strange passerby.
I retrieved my stepfather's number from my mobile phone and dialed it, and the call was quickly connected.
"Where's my mother?" Liu Handong asked eagerly.
"Your mother is fine," said stepfather.
Liu Handong's mind was pounding. If it was really okay, his stepfather would not have said that your mother was okay. Instead, he would have said that she was somewhere. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Tell my mother to answer the phone."
The stepfather was silent for a while and said, "There was a robber at home, and your mother was injured and is being rescued."
"I'll go back right away." Liu Handong hung up the phone and couldn't stop the tears from flowing out. His stepfather's words were watery. Usually resuscitation is a prelude to ineffective treatment. Gu Changjun must have retaliated with tooth and attacked the people closest to him.
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At this moment, Liu Handong's mind was filled with fire. He went upstairs to get Xinruan and hurried down. He had been spending a lot of money recently and he didn't have much cash on him anymore. When he came downstairs, he met Huo Ying and said, "Do you have any money? Lend me some."
"How much?"
"As much as you want."
Huo Ying saw that Liu Handong looked very bad, so she hurriedly took out her wallet and took out a dozen red banknotes, and then handed him her bank card: "The password is my birthday."
"Thank you." Liu Handong accepted it and hurried out. Huo Ying followed him: "Hey, do you know when my birthday is?"
Beverly has gone away.
At the intersection of Tiezha Street, there were several men sitting in an inconspicuous white Ford Transit van. One of them picked up the intercom and said: "08, 08, follow it, 176 has set off, follow it, it's over."
The speeding Fukang has a scrapped number plate, Jiang CNQ176.
A black Passat followed closely behind Fukang, but it only followed for less than ten minutes before it was thrown away.
"01,01, I lost you. Repeat, I lost you. It's over." The plainclothes driver in the Passat picked up the walkie-talkie and reported.
When Fukang approached the entrance of the expressway, a black Santana 2000 quietly drove out of the side road and followed Liu Handong's car.
There were seven or eight cars queuing up at the entrance of the Near North Expressway. Liu Handong was second in line. The driver of the car in front was probably asking the toll collector for directions. After being delayed for a few minutes, Liu Handong was so anxious that he honked the horn fiercely without noticing what was behind him.
A man got out of the fourth Volkswagen Tiguan and walked towards him with his right hand hidden behind his back.
The man asking for directions finally drove away. Liu Handong stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the railing, took the card handed over by the toll collector, opened the railing, and Fukang rushed out like an arrow, and soon disappeared.
The man behind saw this and hurriedly turned back to the Tiguan.
In the Santana 2000, which was at the end of the queue, the plainclothes passenger on the passenger seat clearly saw the man holding a gun-like object in his hand and picked up the intercom: "01, 01, the wolf has come out of the cave."
The queuing vehicles passed the toll station one after another. In front of them was a wide and straight highway. Although the speed limit was 120 kilometers per hour, Liu Handong drove Fukang to a speed of 180 kilometers per hour. He wanted to drive faster, but the car was already shaking.
, for a small car with a displacement of 1.6, this is already the limit.
There were few vehicles on the highway. The Tiguan and Santana were speeding closely behind the Fukang. The 1.8-liter turbocharged Tiguan pushed the Santana far away, and behind them was the white Transit van.
"01, failed to catch, lost target, over." Santanari's plainclothes scout reported.
"07, don't worry, this is a highway, and no one can get off the exit." Wan Xudong, the criminal investigation director in the Transit command car, said calmly.
Suddenly, an Audi A6 flew past the Transit at a speed of at least 200 kilometers!
"Holy shit, hurry up and get reincarnated," the Transit driver cursed.
Wan Xudong took a closer look and saw that wasn't Wang Xing's car. He immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Wang Xing's number, and someone quickly answered.
"Wang Xing, what are you doing in Jiangbei?"
"No, I'm sleeping at home." Wang Xing's voice didn't sound like he was asleep at all.
"I'm telling you, this is a case handled by the provincial department, so don't meddle in it," Wan Xudong said.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Wang Xing hung up the phone.
"Drive faster and drive up." Wan Xudong ordered.
The driver said: "Wan Chu, how about you drive?"
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Liu Handong was concentrating on driving Fukang. The phone rang and he pressed the hands-free button. It was Ma Ling.
"Rogue, let's have lunch together?"
"If you have anything to do back to Jiangbei, please contact me later." Liu Handong hung up the phone.
After a while, the phone rang again, this time it was Song Shuang: "Are you free? Come pick me up."
"No time." Liu Handong hung up directly.
The phone rang again, Liu Handong picked it up angrily and yelled: "I told you there was no time!"
"Xiaodong, it's me." It was stepfather's voice.
Liu Handong's heart fell into the valley and became cold. Could this be a funeral call? His voice was trembling: "Say."
"Your mother is fine. She is out of danger. She asked you to drive carefully and not to go too fast. We are in the emergency ward of the city hospital, that's all."
Liu Handong took a long breath and relaxed his foot on the accelerator slightly. The speed dropped from 180 to 140, 120, and 100. The huge wind noise and tire noise also weakened. He lowered the window and lit a car.
A cigarette calms the mind.
In the rearview mirror, a black Tiguan was rapidly approaching at a speed of over 150 meters. Liu Handong gave way to the passing lane, but the car behind him slowed down and followed him at a distance of 200 meters.
There is a service area in front, and a red Jiefang Dump King slowly drives out, occupying the driving lane and driving forward slowly at a speed of 70 kilometers. Four extra-long container trucks are driving in the passing lane.
It is very common for drivers of large trucks to occupy the passing lane for a long time. It is difficult for such heavy vehicles to speed up, so they have to slowly move up. Under normal circumstances, they do not step on the brakes at all. No matter how the vehicle behind them flashes their lights and whistles, they are indifferent.
The container trucks occupied the overtaking lane, and the Jiefang Dump King occupied the driving lane. The road was blocked for a while. Liu Handong turned the steering wheel lightly and tried to overtake from the emergency lane, but the Dump King seemed to have guessed his intention and swerved to the right.
He was beaten hard and almost hit Fukang.
Liu Handong honked the horn fiercely, but the dump king remained unmoved. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the black Tiguan had accelerated to follow him.
A chill rose from the soles of my feet.
This was a carefully designed trap to lure him into taking revenge on the highway. If he guessed correctly, Gu Changjun must be sitting in the Tiguan.
He really guessed wrong this time. Neither of the two people in the Tiguan was Gu Changjun. The man in the passenger seat took out a pistol, turned on the safety, and lowered the window. This was a very rare American M1911 pistol with a caliber of
.45 inches, extremely powerful, and has obvious stopping effect.
Liu Handong saw the Tiguan passenger window lowered in the rearview mirror, and knew that the other party was about to take action. He took out the hammer from his waist, opened the window and threw it out with force.
The hammer spun in the air and fell in a parabola. The Tiguan came at high speed and landed on the windshield. The glass with the anti-explosion film cracked instantly and the cracks extended in all directions. The frightened driver turned the steering wheel and braked suddenly.
The Tiguan spun in the center of the highway, and the body's electronic stability system quickly intervened, and the Tiguan finally stopped firmly on the road.
The man in the passenger seat was furious and kicked the broken windshield down. The driver, who was also a fierce man, started the car again and chased after her.
The road ahead was blocked, and Liu Handong had no way to escape. He could only dodge in a snake-like maneuver. An arm holding a pistol came out of the Tiguan and pulled the trigger at him. However, it was difficult for the pistol to hit the target while traveling at high speed.
Five bullets were fired, but only two hit the car body and failed to cause substantial damage to Fukang.
"You idiot, fill up the gas tank!" the driver yelled, while keeping the speed at the same level as Fukang.
The gunman once again aimed at the fuel tank at the rear of Fukang, held the gun firmly, pulled the trigger hard, and hit!
The bullet roared out and drilled a hole in the fuel tank, but Fukang did not explode. It just leaked oil. The gasoline gurgled out, forming a line of oil stains on the road.
The gunman took aim again and was about to open fire when a black Audi A6 quickly approached at a high speed of 220 kilometers. Wang Xing was sitting in the car. When the front of the car was parallel to the Tiguan, he turned the steering wheel hard and squeezed the Tiguan from the side. He was killed.
The crooked Tiguan's front wheel stepped on oil stains, and it suddenly lost control. This time, various electronic safety devices no longer worked, and it hit the guardrail directly.
With a bang, the Tiguan actually exploded.
A raging fire broke out in Fukang's rearview mirror. Liu Handong didn't have time to think too much and chased the dump truck in front of him.
The road ahead opened up with four lanes. The dump king could not block the road and simply gave way to compete with Fukang.
Liu Handong was not that stupid. The Dump King had 280 horsepower, 14 wheels, and weighed several Fukang vehicles. To compete with him was to seek death. He quickly downshifted from fifth gear to fourth gear. Fukang took advantage of the opportunity and got through. The Dump King tried to squeeze in.
He pressed over, but didn't even touch Fukang's hair.
The moment he surpassed the dump king, Liu Handong turned his head and glanced. Sitting in the cab was the "dead" Gu Changjun!
Suddenly the tachometer dropped sharply, Fukang's speed also dropped, the fuel tank leaked rapidly, and the car ran out of fuel.
The self-loading king rushed over with murderous intent and thunderous momentum.