Chapter 682
No!
Chapter 682 No!
After confirming that there was no other movement around, Qin Luo quickly picked up Ai Yiqian and swept across the street like a gust of wind, arriving at the tightly closed iron gate of the villa.
The iron gate was locked, but that didn't stop him.
He held Ai Yiqian in one arm, and with the other hand he gently pressed the door lock, a subtle force penetrating through.
With a soft click, the sturdy lock opened.
He slipped into the courtyard and left the iron gate slightly ajar.
Qin Luo didn't linger; he carried Ai Yiqian straight to the main entrance of the villa's main building.
The door opened just as easily.
The villa's interior is luxuriously decorated, with crystal chandeliers emitting a soft glow, creating a stark contrast to the chaos and decay outside.
The air was filled with a scent that blended expensive perfumes and tobacco.
As soon as I stepped into the spacious and bright hall, I heard the noisy sound of a television program.
Two bodyguards, dressed in identical black uniforms but without carrying long guns, were lounging casually on an expensive leather sofa, watching local television programs and smoking. Peanut shells and beer cans were scattered on the coffee table.
They clearly trusted their companions at the door, and their vigilance was at its lowest.
Qin Luo's intrusion was like a ghost, completely silent.
Hearing footsteps, the two bodyguards instinctively turned around.
"Who?!"
Their reaction was incredibly quick; they immediately reached for the pistols at their waists.
But Qin Luo was faster than them!
He held Ai Yiqian in his arms, his figure moving like a ghost, instantly closing the distance! Just as the two bodyguards' fingers barely touched the gun handles, Qin Luo's leg shadow had already swept over them!
"Bang! Bang!"
Two dull thuds! Legs struck the back of both men's necks with pinpoint accuracy!
Without uttering a sound, the two bodyguards rolled their eyes, their bodies went limp, and they collapsed unconscious on the sofa.
Without pausing, Qin Luo, carrying Ai Yiqian, moved with the lightness of a cat, quickly scanning the first floor.
Apart from these two, there was no sign of any other guards.
His senses were like an invisible radar, instantly locking onto the second and third floors.
He carried Ai Yiqian and quickly went up the spiral staircase covered with a thick carpet.
The second floor appeared to be a study and guest room, but it was empty.
The aura was concentrated on the third floor.
Qin Luo arrived on the third floor without making a sound.
At the door of a room at the end of the corridor, another bodyguard stood, leaning against the wall and yawning listlessly.
In the master bedroom at the other end of the corridor, Qin Luo could clearly sense the presence of another person inside, as well as the sound of soft snoring.
The owner of the villa is clearly resting inside.
The same method was used to deal with the bodyguards at the door.
Qin Luo swept past like the wind, delivering a precise chop to the bodyguard's carotid artery, causing the bodyguard to instantly collapse.
Finally, there's the master bedroom.
Qin Luo gently turned the doorknob; the door wasn't locked.
He slipped inside.
On a large, luxurious European-style bed, a middle-aged man with a plump figure, wearing a silk robe, was fast asleep, snoring loudly, with women's clothes scattered around the bed.
Qin Luo walked to the bedside and, without any unnecessary movements, extended his finger and gently pressed an acupoint on the back of the middle-aged man's neck.
The snoring stopped abruptly, the middle-aged man's head lolled to the side, and he fell into a deeper coma.
At this point, all threats within the villa—the two men carrying long guns at the entrance, the two men watching TV in the hall, the guard at the third-floor entrance, and the villa owner himself—were all silently dealt with by Qin Luo, all of them merely unconscious.
Throughout the entire process, Qin Luo held Ai Yiqian steadily, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation, as if he were doing something insignificant.
He quickly checked the other rooms and, after confirming that no one else was there, carried Ai Yiqian to a spacious and clean room on the second floor that looked like a guest room.
Carefully lay Ai Yiqian flat on the soft bed.
Her face was still frighteningly pale, her breathing was weak, and although Qin Luo had pressed on the wound on her thigh before, blood was still slowly seeping out, staining the sheets red.
Qin Luo took a deep breath, his eyes serious.
He quickly found a first-aid kit in the room. These kinds of villas usually have one.
Upon opening it, I found that the medicines and equipment inside were quite complete.
He deftly cut open the fabric of Ai Yiqian's pants around the wound on her left leg, revealing the gruesome gunshot wound.
The bullet was a penetrating wound and did not remain inside the body, which was fortunate amidst the misfortune.
Qin Luo carefully cleaned the wound with disinfectant, her movements swift and precise, minimizing any further damage.
He could clearly feel Ai Yiqian's body trembling slightly in pain while she was unconscious.
After cleaning, sprinkle on hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder, then carefully wrap it with clean gauze layer by layer, and finally secure it firmly with a bandage.
After doing all this, Qin Luo's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
He pulled the soft, thin blanket over Ai Yiqian, gently covering her with it, leaving only her bandaged leg exposed.
After doing all this, Qin Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief, moved a chair to sit by the bed, and quietly looked at Ai Yiqian's pale face, waiting.
Outside the window, the night in this chaotic place remained deep, and sporadic gunshots could still be heard in the distance. However, inside this luxurious room, the bloodshed and noise outside were temporarily isolated, with only Ai Yiqian's faint breathing.
Time passes in silence.
The sky outside the window, which had been as black as ink, gradually revealed a hint of deep indigo, foreshadowing the approaching dawn.
On the bed, Ai Yiqian's long eyelashes trembled violently a few times, as if she were struggling to break free from a heavy nightmare.
She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, her vision gradually focusing from blurry.
What comes into view is an unfamiliar, ornate ceiling with intricate carvings, and a crystal chandelier emitting a soft glow.
Beneath my body was an incredibly soft mattress, and I was covered with a light and warm down comforter.
"This is where?"
Her voice was hoarse and dry, like sandpaper being rubbed, carrying a deep sense of weakness and bewilderment.
Memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave.
Intense gunfights, screams of comrades, excruciating pain tearing at the legs, desperate escape, the cold muzzle of a gun, a blocked alleyway… and then the chilling glint of a flying knife, as if descending from hell…
She suddenly tried to sit up, and this movement immediately aggravated the wound on her left thigh!
"hiss!"
The intense pain made her gasp instantly, her body involuntarily curling up, cold sweat instantly covering her forehead. The excruciating pain also brought her fully awake.
She looked down at the source of the pain and saw that her left thigh was wrapped in layers of white gauze, the bandaging technique was very professional.
Who was it? Who saved me? And even bandaged my wounds?
Ai Yiqian's heart jumped, and she looked around warily.
The room was excessively luxurious and clearly not a hospital or police safe house.
She struggled to recall the last moments before she lost consciousness… that black-clad figure who suddenly appeared in her despair, instantly annihilating all her pursuers like a god descending to earth… that silhouette…
Just then, the door to the room was gently pushed open.
A tall, well-built young man in a black tracksuit walked in carrying a glass of warm water.
He had a handsome face, deep eyes, and a steady gait.
The moment she saw the person's face clearly, Ai Yiqian's beautiful eyes, which had been somewhat dim due to weakness and vigilance, suddenly widened! Her pupils were filled with extreme shock and disbelief!
"Qin...Qin Luo?!"
Her voice was distorted by shock, and she was almost mute.
How could it be him?! The person who saved her like a god of death in the alley…it was Qin Luo?! The young man she had briefly crossed paths with in Yunjia City, China, whom she remembered as someone with good skills but somewhat mysterious?!
How could he possibly end up in Kokang, northern Myanmar, a chaotic and dangerous place thousands of miles away?!
The enormous shock left Ai Yiqian's mind blank, completely unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes.
Qin Luo walked to the bedside, placed warm water on the bedside table, and looked at Ai Yiqian's shocked expression. His face remained calm, and he simply nodded.
"It's me. How are you feeling? Is the wound still very painful?"
"It really is you!"
Ai Yiqian was still in shock. She struggled to sit up, her voice trembling slightly.
"Qin Luo...did you save me? In...in that alley?"
"Ah."
Qin Luo spoke succinctly, his gaze falling on the gauze that was slightly bleeding from her movements.
"Don't move around. The wound was just treated. It would be troublesome if it reopened."
"But...how did you get here?!"
Ai Yiqian still couldn't understand. She looked at Qin Luo with her eyes filled with urgency and huge questions.
"This is Kokang in northern Myanmar! This is Chameng's territory! How...how did you end up in a place like that? And..."
Qin Luo did not answer her question immediately. Instead, looking at her pale face and the panic in her eyes, he asked her in return.
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you. Officer Ai, how did you end up here? And in this state? Were you being chased by those people?"
The words "Officer Ai" instantly brought Ai Yiqian back to the harsh reality.
The image of her companion's tragic death, the weight of the mission's failure, and the despair of being trapped in a desperate situation overwhelmed her once again like a cold tide.
The shock in her eyes was quickly replaced by immense sadness and anger; her eyes instantly reddened, and her lips trembled slightly.
"I...I'm here to carry out a mission..." Her voice was filled with barely suppressed sobs and resentment.
"Secret arrest mission... Target: Wei Junwu!"
"Wei Junwu?"
Qin Luo's eyes suddenly narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them! It really was him!
Ai Yiqian took a deep breath, fighting back her tears, and continued speaking.
"After several months of secret investigation, the Municipal Bureau has obtained conclusive evidence. Wei Junwu is not a legitimate businessman at all! He is the mastermind behind the largest underground bank in Yunlin City and even several surrounding provinces! It is he who controls that huge illegal financial network, laundering and transferring billions of yuan overseas through complex channels! A large part of this money has flowed into the hands of local armed groups and fraud groups in northern Myanmar, becoming the capital for their illegal activities!"
Her voice rose with anger.
“We received intelligence that he would be staying in Kokang, northern Myanmar, for an extended period, remotely directing operations. To avoid alerting him and to prevent complications from international negotiations, the municipal bureau decided to send a four-person team to secretly infiltrate the area, seize the opportunity to arrest him, and then extradite him back to China for trial through special channels!”
"But...but we underestimated Cha Meng! And we also underestimated Wei Junwu's power here!"
Ai Yiqian clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred and self-reproach.
“We had just pinpointed the general area where Wei Junwu was hiding, and before we could even formulate a detailed capture plan, we were exposed! Cha Meng’s men pounced on us like mad dogs! Their firepower was too intense… The four of us couldn’t hold them off at all… Brother Zhang… Brother Zhang was killed on the spot… while covering our retreat…” Her tears finally broke free and slid down her pale cheeks.
"Brother Li and Xiao Wang...were also separated...their fates are unknown...only I'm left...if it weren't for you..."
She couldn't continue; the immense grief and the sense of responsibility for the failed mission nearly overwhelmed her.
Qin Luo listened quietly, his eyes growing colder and colder.
Just as I suspected! Wei Junwu, that venomous snake, not only orchestrated the online framing of him, ruining his reputation, but also controlled such a massive criminal network, bringing disaster to the country and its people! Billions of dollars have flowed out of the country... How many families have been torn apart behind this?
"So that's how it is..." Qin Luo's voice was low, carrying a chilling killing intent.
"What a coincidence, I'm also here to see Wei Junwu."
Ai Yiqian raised her tear-filled face and looked at him in astonishment.
"What...what do you want with him?"
"Settling accounts."
Qin Luo's tone was calm, yet it contained an undeniable chill.
"The real mastermind behind the cyberbullying storm against me in Yunjia City was Wei Junwu. He instructed online trolls to fabricate facts, manipulate public opinion, and portray me as an unforgivable sinner, almost ruining my reputation and leaving me nowhere to go."
He paused for a moment and looked at Ai Yiqian.
“I remember you called me back then, right? But unfortunately my phone was off at the time.”
He was referring to the state of self-isolation that came from being overwhelmed by anger and despair at the time.
Ai Yiqian remembered that Qin Luo's case had caused a great stir online at the time. As a police officer, she instinctively felt that something was amiss and wanted to contact Qin Luo to find out what was going on, but she could not get through on the phone.
"So... he was the one who did that too?"
Ai Yiqian's anger burned even brighter.
"This scumbag! This degenerate! He must be brought to justice!"
"Bring them to justice?"
A cold smile curled at the corner of Qin Luo's lips.
"In this lawless land, expecting the law? Officer Ai, you're being naive. Here, only fists and strength are the only rules."
He looked at Ai Yiqian, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness.
"However, we share the same goal. Wei Junwu, and that Cha Meng... I will settle accounts with them one by one. You focus on recovering."
Ai Yiqian was taken aback by the icy killing intent and powerful confidence emanating from Qin Luo's words.
Looking at Qin Luo, who seemed somewhat unfamiliar to her, she felt a sense of security, yet also a slight unease, from the calm and steady yet sharp aura emanating from him.
"no!"
Ai Yiqian struggled to sit up again.
(End of this chapter)