Official Career Storm
Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Song Guanchao came to the window, which had a security window installed, and the curtains inside were drawn.

He picked up a tree branch, slid it through the security bars into the room, prodded the curtains aside, and took a quick peek.

No one was in the bedroom.

He then circled to the other windows to confirm there were no other people inside before he approached the door.

Using an old bank card he no longer needed, he inserted it into the crack of the door to latch onto the bolt and gently pulled—the door opened.

These people were still careless, they didn’t double-lock the door when they left.

He took out the shoe covers he carried with him, slipped them on, and quickly scanned the room after entering.

The apartment was about seventy square meters, with three bedrooms and a living room; the furniture was outdated. Against the wall of the living room stood a wooden sofa set painted red and a wooden coffee table.

On the coffee table was a solid piece of acrylic glass, and on the glass were several A4 papers, along with a map.

The map had many red lines drawn on it and words written.

He didn’t have time to look closely; he took several photos from different angles and then went to look for guns.

A few minutes later, he found three guns in a desk drawer.

He didn’t take the guns directly but instead removed the magazines and ejected all the bullets.

Then, he took out an engraving knife from his pocket.

About half an hour later, Lu Feng called: "Squad leader, they’ve returned."

"Mhm, got it."

After hanging up, Song Guanchao pressed the last bullet back into the magazine and placed it into the handgun.

Then, he returned everything to its original location in the drawer.

After calmly finishing these tasks, he left the room and closed the door.

However, as soon as he came out of the corridor, he ran smack into three suspects.

The three gave him a look, and the next second, they suddenly blocked his way, smiling amiably, "Do you live here as well?"

They had stayed here for several days and had seen the few neighbors in the same building unit.

Song Guanchao’s face was unfamiliar to them.

Song Guanchao was stunned for a moment, then gave the man a questioning look, raised his eyebrows, and said in a hostile tone, "What’s up?"

The man smiled and said, "Nothing really; just think I haven’t seen you around before."

"Shit," Song Guanchao cursed: "What the hell? You guys cops or something? Checking everyone’s fucking hukou?"

A hint of viciousness flashed in the three men’s eyes, and their gazes grew somewhat dangerous.

Song Guanchao noticed and snorted, "What? Not happy? Wanna start something?"

The man suppressed his anger, offered a cigarette, and said with a smile, "What do you do for a living?"

Song Guanchao knew they had become suspicious.

Ordinary people would be nervous in this situation, but he was different; he had seen scenarios a hundred times more dangerous and thrilling than this.

He took the cigarette and put it in his mouth without reaching for a lighter, his gaze firmly fixed on the man.

Only when the man produced a lighter and lit it for him did he take a good drag, exhaling the smoke with a scoff, "Work?"

He looked the three men up and down and asked, "Just moved here?"

The man nodded, still smiling: "Yes, just moved in."

"Well, that explains it. Stay a bit longer, and you’ll know the name Song He."

Song Guanchao, holding the cigarette, gestured broadly as he spoke with authority: "You know Hualin Road’s Lu Feng, right? He’s my big brother."

"So you’re the big boss, pleased to meet you."

The three of them laughed and flattered him for a while, while Song Guanchao continued to boast non-stop: "You know Jindu Club, right? Boss Li Shuangquan has to respectfully call out ’Brother Lu’ when he sees my big brother."

"All the bars on Hualin Road, count them all, there’s not one my Brother Lu doesn’t know. I never pay when I go drinking there, and the Public Security Brigade guys are like iron buddies with my big brother."

"I’m not bragging, but in Lingjiang, as long as you get into trouble, my big brother can settle it with a single word!"

Song Guanchao spoke more and more boastfully, and after finishing one cigarette, he did not find it enough; he took out another and lit it himself.

Indeed, the three of them found him unfamiliar, especially since they had stolen guns and were planning a big job.

A stranger suddenly appearing in the same apartment building was bound to raise suspicions.

Song Guanchao’s behavior had dispelled their doubts.

To them, this guy was definitely someone who mixed in shady circles.

That tone, that attitude, and that overbearing look in his eyes, it was damn convincing.

Song Guanchao bragged and boasted non-stop, as if he had been holding it in for days.

They really couldn’t stand it anymore. When Song Guanchao was about to light his fourth cigarette, they interrupted, "Buddy, we have something else to do. Let’s get together when we have time."

"Sure thing, come on, give me your number. I’ll treat you to drinks next time. Remy Martin Louis XIII XO on me."

"Let me tell you, there’s a lot of fake liquor out there in the bars, but who am I? My brother is Lu Feng. You come, I’ll make sure it’s the real deal! Then I’ll set you up with a girl, you can caress her thigh while drinking, tsk tsk..."

Seeing that he was getting more and more carried away with no intention of stopping, the three quickly gave him their cell numbers and headed towards the exit of the complex.

"Hey, weren’t you guys going home?"

"We have something to take care of, unexpectedly."

The smiles on their faces were a bit strained.

They didn’t dare let Song Guanchao know which room they lived in.

If this guy randomly came knocking in the middle of the night to invite them for drinks, that would be a pain in the ass.

"What’s the matter? Do you need a lift?"

"See that car over there?"

He pointed to a car parked not too far away, looking proud: "A Volkswagen Tiguan, cost over two hundred thousand when it was new! Such a strong engine, and the steering goes wherever you point it, incredibly precise!"

"No need, we are just taking a stroll nearby. You do your thing, don’t worry about us."

The three hurried away.

Song Guanchao continued to mutter and complain until he got inside the car and shut his mouth.

After the three of them had walked some distance, they cursed, "Fucking hell, is this guy a chatterbox or what?"

"A petty hoodlum, you’d think he was some gang boss if you didn’t know any better."

"That’s typical of underlings; the more mediocre they are, the more they brag about themselves."

Inside the car.

Song Guanchao grabbed a bottle of mineral water and guzzled it down.

"Damn, all that talking left my mouth dry."

He started the car and left the housing complex.

Picked up Lu Feng outside the complex.

"I’ve been exposed here, change the car, and rent a place near those guys while you’re at it."

"Okay."

They drove to a pub street nearby and Lu Feng switched to a more ordinary sedan.

By the afternoon, the house was rented, right across from the other party’s on the third floor.

They could see the other party’s house from both the room and the balcony.

When they got hungry, they ordered takeout; when they felt sleepy, they took a nap.

Song Guanchao got some sleep and felt more refreshed.

Only then did he turn on his phone and started looking at the photos he had taken.

In the photos, there was a map and some A4 papers.

After spending over half an hour reading them, he was impressed.

"These guys have some guts."

"What’s up, squad leader?" Lu Feng looked over.

Song Guanchao said, "They’re planning a bank robbery."

"A bank robbery?"

"Yeah." Song Guanchao handed over the phone: "This is their room’s map and plans."

He pointed to a spot on the map: "This Lingjiang Bank is their target."

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