Official Career Storm
Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Chapter 119

After a short while, a series of cries rose from outside.

"Secretary Song, you can’t go up!"

"Secretary Song, come back!"

Song Guanchao said, "Everyone go back!"

Ignoring the crowd’s dissuasion, he walked toward the armored car.

Inside the van, Liang Jiajia pressed her lips tightly, her gaze slightly unsteady.

Why was he coming up?

Was he out of his mind?

This was the police’s job, as a secretary, what business did he have here?

Liang Jiajia truly wanted to rush out and tell him to get back.

Zhou Qian was surprised.

Secretary Song?

The City Secretary’s Song Guanchao?

He was actually willing to swap places with a hostage?

Her impression of Song Guanchao wasn’t good.

Because it was rumored in official circles that he had sent the former secretary of Secretary Wu to prison in order to climb the ladder.

Zhou Qian wasn’t aware of the details, but she also vaguely disfavored Song Guanchao.

But now, he was actually willing to replace a hostage.

Zhou Qian suddenly felt that her understanding of Song Guanchao was somewhat one-sided.

Brother Sha gripped a child, holding the gun in his hand tightly.

His brow was furrowed, as if pondering something.

The voice of that Secretary Song on the phone sounded familiar to him, but he couldn’t recall where he had heard it before.

While he was pondering, footsteps sounded from outside.

"Open the door."

Brother Sha pointed at Zhou Qian: "You, open the door."

Zhou Qian, having crouched for too long, felt numbness in her legs.

She went to open the van door and saw Song Guanchao wearing a mask.

She stepped aside, and Song Guanchao boarded the van and said to her, "You go down."

Zhou Qian glanced at the little girl in Brother Sha’s hand, bit her lip, remained silent this time, and walked down.

"Wait a minute!"

Brother Sha suddenly told her to stop.

Zhou Qian’s body suddenly tensed, turning around stiffly, extremely nervous.

Brother Sha stared at Song Guanchao, slowly squinting his eyes, and said, "Have we met?"

Song Guanchao’s gaze was calm, "I’m the secretary of the City Secretary, you might have seen me on TV."

"On TV?"

Brother Sha stared at the mask on his face, furrowed his brow, and said, "Take off the mask."

Song Guanchao knew that he must have recognized his voice and become suspicious.

He did not remove the mask but turned his back to Liang Jianfeng and slowly crouched down.

As he crouched, the handgun tucked at his back became visible.

Liang Jianfeng knew that this was his cue to draw the gun.

With hands in handcuffs, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the gun.

"I told you to take off the mask!" Brother Sha shouted angrily when he saw his uncooperative behavior.

Song Guanchao said, "I’m sick, removing the mask will infect you."

Brother Sha almost burst into laughter.

He was sure that this Mr. Song had a problem.

He had definitely seen him before!

Brother Sha pointed the gun at him: "Stand up!"

Song Guanchao stood up, the handgun at his lower back now held in Liang Jianfeng’s hands.

But with his body blocking, Brother Sha had not seen it.

Brother Sha continued to order, "Come over here!"

Song Guanchao stepped forward, making the atmosphere inside the van instantly tense.

Zhou Qian watched as Brother Sha pointed the gun straight at Song Guanchao, her heartbeat nearly stopping.

Liang Jiajia’s face was filled with concern; she didn’t know why the robber had suddenly become so angry and feared he might shoot impulsively.

Song Guanchao walked to within half a meter of him.

Brother Sha said, "Take off the mask!"

"Ah." Song Guanchao suddenly sighed, yet made no move.

"Take off that mask!" Brother Sha roared.

"Okay, I’ll take it off." Song Guanchao reached for his mask and as he was about halfway there, he suddenly said, "Director Liang, it’s all up to you now."

Brother Sha was puzzled, wondering what he meant, when Song Guanchao’s mask was completely removed.

The moment he saw the face under the mask, Brother Sha’s pupils shrank sharply.

It was him!

The man from the residential complex!

Damn!

It was a trap!

He instantly realized that their whereabouts had been exposed from the start!

In an instant, numerous doubts flooded his mind.

If he had already found the three of them, why hadn’t he sent the police to capture them?

Why wait until now?

He couldn’t understand, and was unable to comprehend.

All these thoughts were but fleeting.

"It’s..."

Before the word "you" could leave his mouth, Song Guanchao had bent over and pounced, grabbing Brother Sha’s head with his left hand and throwing a fierce punch at his throat with his right.

"Bang!"

Almost the moment he lunged, Brother Sha fired a shot.

But he only fired once before the hand holding the gun went limp and fell to the side.

The little girl in his arms was tightly embraced by Song Guanchao.

The sudden turn of events alarmed Old Zhang and Qiangzi in the cockpit.

Qiangzi, seeing Song Guanchao lunging, raised his gun the first chance he got.

But, he was still a step too late.

Liang Jianfeng, already alerted by Song Guanchao, was on high alert.

The moment Song Guanchao lunged, Liang Jianfeng had already raised his gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three consecutive shots.

One bullet pierced Qiangzi’s right chest, another his brow, and a third hit his throat.

The bulletproof glass windows blossomed with sprays of blood.

Old Zhang was terrified; he hurried to draw his gun, turned, and aimed at the compartment.

Liang Jianfeng rushed forward recklessly, using his body to block Old Zhang’s muzzle.

Then he got up close, pressing the gun against his brow.

"Boom!"

The primer detonated, and the bullet shot out along the barrel, releasing a bone-white blaze from the muzzle.

The high-speed bullet broke through his brow, penetrated his skull, and exited the back of his head with a mass of red and white matter.

Old Zhang’s eyes rapidly turned lifeless, and his body hung strangely from the seat belt.

His gun was still tightly held in his hand, dangling to the ground.

Outside.

A group of police and SWAT officers, having heard only the "bang bang" of gunfire, were all on maximum alert.

As Captain Hu commanded "force entry," hundreds of SWAT officers and police simultaneously surrounded the armored vehicle.

Until the voice of Liang Jianfeng came from inside the vehicle: "All three robbers have been neutralized!"

Outside, hundreds of police officers could hardly believe their ears.

All three robbers, neutralized?

How could this be?

Who had neutralized them?

Could it have been Secretary Song?

How did he manage it?

A mass of huge questions filled their minds, unanswered.

"Boom!"

The car door was violently broken open, and a strong flashlight flooded the compartment like daylight.

The scene inside the compartment became visible to everyone.

The endlessly crying little girl between Song Guanchao and the bodies of the robbers.

On the passenger seat, a robber shot three times, his body slumped over in the seat, the window smeared with blood.

On the driver’s seat, a robber shot in the forehead, blood streaming down his face, his body fixed by the seatbelt in a weird position, his gun-holding hand dangling to the ground.

Liang Jianfeng stood with his back to the crowd, the light stretching his shadow endlessly long, his slightly aged body standing grandly like a mountain.

His drooping right hand held a pistol, the muzzle swirling with gun smoke.

This scene, like that of a deity, was forever etched in the eyes of the police.

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