bdsm-fiction Chapter 138 The Physical Scene on the Abandoned Bridge
Chapter 138 The Physical Scene on the Abandoned Bridge
The cutting sound outside the door grew louder.
The sparks illuminated the walls of the vault.
Su Wan leaned against a square load-bearing column.
He clutched the manila paper file folder in his left hand.
He gripped the red tear gas canister tightly in his right hand.
My index finger is pressed on the black plastic button.
The phone is placed flat on the floor tiles.
The speaker is on.
"It takes four and a half minutes for a high-speed grinding wheel to cut through a 50-millimeter alloy steel plate."
Chen Yan's voice came through the speaker.
"After breaking the lock, he would kick the door open."
Chen Yan said.
"Press the spray button during the gap when the door is open."
Chen Yan added.
The red cracks on the alloy gate extend to the bottom.
The cutting machine stopped running.
A metallic scraping sound rang out.
A hand wearing a black tactical glove reached into the crack.
Hold the edge of the steel plate with your palm.
Pull outwards.
The door hinges emitted a harsh, screeching sound.
The alloy door opens outwards through a 30-centimeter-wide gap.
Su Wan closed her eyes.
Press the button firmly with your index finger.
High-pressure gas is ejected.
White tear gas seeped into the corridor through the crack in the door.
A dry cough came from outside the door.
The footsteps receded.
Military boots stepped on the floor tiles.
It made a jumble of noises.
The elevator doors at the end of the corridor opened.
A flurry of footsteps erupted.
The white beam of the flashlight swept across the wall.
Lin Shufen's security team arrived at the second basement level.
"They're over there!"
Someone shouted.
Songpa stopped retreating.
He glanced at the white mist filling the vault.
He turned and walked toward the fire escape.
Push open the red fire door.
His figure disappeared into the stairwell.
Su Wan opened her eyes.
Her eyes were red-rimmed.
She covered her mouth and nose.
She picked up the phone from the ground.
He's gone.
Su Wan spoke.
"The file is still there."
Su Wan looked at the file folder in her hand.
"Take your things with you."
Chen Yan said.
"Let's go to Sister Lin's club."
Chen Yan said.
The phone hangs up.
The SUV was parked on the edge of the Third Ring Road auxiliary road.
Chen Yan put down his phone.
The screen dims.
"Back to the quarry."
Chen Yan said.
Wu Gang turned the steering wheel.
The SUV drove onto the main road.
The tires went over the speed bump.
The car body was bumpy.
"He's not trying to steal the case files anymore?"
Wu Gang asked.
"He can't get it."
Chen Yan looked at the streetlights outside the window.
"The security system at the International Trade Center is connected to Lin Shufen's inside contacts. The security team has arrived."
"Gu Changchuan is leaving the country."
Chen Yan said.
"To the airport?"
Wu Gang asked.
"Sea route."
Chen Yan said.
"There are more than a dozen smuggling cargo ships at Tianjin Port every day. They don't check passports."
The SUV turns right at the intersection.
Heading towards the outskirts of Beijing.
"The case file can only prove the engineering accident in 1995."
Chen Yan said.
"We can't convict him of hiring someone to kill tonight."
Chen Yan added.
"We need survivors."
Chen Yan looked towards the driver's seat.
"The assassin failed his mission. He'll come looking for me."
Chen Yan said.
"We left behind lights and sliding rail equipment at the quarry."
Chen Yan said.
"That's the best hunting ground."
Wu Gang stepped on the gas.
The off-road vehicle accelerates.
The car headlights illuminated the asphalt road ahead.
Tianjin Port.
Pier No. 3.
The sea breeze rustled the blue tarpaulin on the shipping container.
It made a splashing sound.
A rusty Panamanian-flagged bulk carrier is moored at its berth.
The iron gangway was lowered.
It connects to the cement dock.
Gu Changchuan was wearing a black trench coat.
Standing beside the gangway.
Lawyer Wang Cheng was carrying a black briefcase with a combination lock.
Stand beside him.
"The funds have all been transferred to UOB Bank in Kuala Lumpur."
Wang Cheng said.
"Li Dong is in detention. His wife's account received a settlement of two million yuan."
Wang Cheng added.
Gu Changchuan remained silent.
He looked at the black seawater.
Wang Cheng took a black satellite phone out of his pocket.
He handed it to Gu Changchuan.
The screen lights up.
I received a text message.
From: Songpa.
Content: The operation has been completed.
Gu Changchuan finished reading the message.
Press the delete key.
He threw the satellite phone into the sea.
The phone shattered on the water's surface.
It sank into the sea.
"Go back and tell Zhang Haifeng."
Gu Changchuan spoke.
"Let Jinghai Film and Television clean up its own mess."
Gu Changchuan said.
Gu Changchuan turned around.
Step onto the iron gangway.
Leather shoes stepped on the metal pedals.
It made a clanging sound.
The cargo ship sounded its horn.
The sound drowned out the sea breeze.
The off-road vehicle drove into the abandoned quarry.
The tires crushed the gravel.
It makes a dry, grinding sound.
The tire tracks left by the convoy when they left were imprinted in the mud.
Twelve 18K dysprosium lamps fell to the ground.
The glass light tube shattered.
Three industrial generators stopped operating.
The smell of burning diesel fuel lingered in the air.
The SUV was parked under the broken concrete bridge pier.
Chen Yan pushed open the car door and got out.
My feet were stepping on gravel.
It was dark all around.
Only the off-road vehicle's headlights provide illumination.
Wu Gang pulled out a tactical pistol from the outside of his thigh.
He pulled the sleeve.
The brass bullet was pushed into the chamber.
Two blinding beams of headlights shone in from the entrance to the quarry.
Two black cars without license plates drove into the area.
The sedan was parked 30 meters behind the SUV.
The exit was blocked.
The car door opened.
Songpa got off the car.
He was wearing a black tactical vest.
He was holding a Black Star pistol equipped with a silencer.
Three men in black jackets followed behind him.
He was holding a short pump-action shotgun.
Songpa stopped in his tracks.
He took a black, square instrument out of the pocket of his tactical vest.
Press the red button on top of the instrument with your thumb.
The indicator light inside the instrument lights up.
It emits low-frequency electromagnetic interference sounds.
Chen Yan took out his phone.
The signal bar in the upper left corner of the screen disappeared.
It displays "No Service".
"Communications have been cut off."
Chen Yan said.
Wu Gang raises his gun.
Aim.
shooting.
Flames shot from the muzzle.
A bullet pierced the shoulder of a man in a black jacket.
The man fell backward to the ground.
The shotgun in his hand fell onto the gravel.
Songpa raised his gun and returned fire.
The silenced pistol emitted a low, thud.
The bullet shattered the left-side rearview mirror of the SUV.
Glass shards flew everywhere.
"Go up to the bridge pier."
Wu Gang said.
Chen Yan turned around.
They ran towards the broken concrete slope.
The two men in black jackets separated.
Flanking from both sides.
They pulled the handguard of the shotgun.
The spent cartridge case was ejected.
The gun was pointed at the off-road vehicle.
Fire.
The No. 12 caliber steel balls were ejected in a fan shape.
A steel ball hit the door of the SUV.
It penetrated the sheet metal.
It left behind a dense array of bullet holes.
The car window glass shattered.
Scattered on the seats.
Wu Gang squatted behind the right front wheel.
He leaned out.
Pull the trigger repeatedly.
The bullets suppressed the man in the black jacket on the left.
The man hid behind the generator.
Songpa walked around the off-road vehicle from the right.
He walked very fast.
The sound of military boots crunching on gravel was drowned out by the gunfire.
Wu Gang turned around.
The gun muzzle is pointed to the right.
Songpa is already close.
He deflected Wu Gang's pistol with his left hand.
He drew a military dagger from his tactical vest with his right hand.
Swing forward.
The blade sliced open Wu Gang's left arm.
The military green jacket had a long tear in it.
Fresh blood gushed out.
It flowed down my arm.
It dripped onto the gray gravel.
Wu Gang took a step back.
Right leg side kick.
The military boots kicked Songpa in the abdomen.
Songpa took two steps back.
Maintain your balance.
He raised the Black Star pistol again.
Wu Gang pointed his pistol at Songpa's chest.
Pull the trigger.
The firing pin emitted a clicking sound when the engine was idle.
The magazine is empty.
Songpa's finger pressed the trigger.
Wu Gang threw the empty gun in his hand with force.
The metal gun barrel struck Songpa's wrist.
The pistol veered off course.
The bullet hit the metal bracket of the dysprosium lamp on the ground.
Sparks flew.
Chen Yan ran up the slope.
Military boots stepping on stones.
Gravel rolled down the slope.
At the end of the slope is the top of the unfinished bridge pier.
This is a 10-square-meter cement platform.
There are no guardrails along the edges.
Chen Yan ran onto the platform.
Stop walking.
There is a vertical drop of twenty meters ahead.
Below is an abandoned, deep pit.
The bottom of the pit was filled with rusted steel bars and discarded tires.
There was no way to retreat.
Footsteps came from below the slope.
Uniform speed.
smooth.
Songpa stepped onto the platform.
He stepped over the discarded cement bags on the ground.
It stopped three meters away from Chen Yan.
He raised the Black Star pistol in his hand.
The gun was pointed at Chen Yan's forehead.
The silencer emitted the heat of burning gunpowder.