Official Career Storm
Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Chapter 570

Lu Xiaotian said, "Let that policewoman come over, and remember, no guns allowed!"

"Okay."

Liang Jianfeng put down his cellphone and said, "Jiajia, take off your pistol."

Liang Jiajia took off her pistol and Zheng Bihui said, "I suggest you still carry the pistol."

Liang Jianfeng said, "Lu Xiaotian demanded no guns."

Zheng Bihui said, "What if Song Guanchao misses? I suggest you still carry the pistol; if Song Guanchao misses, at least you still have a gun. Moreover, when you are so close to Lu Xiaotian later, you can completely take the opportunity to shoot him when he is not paying attention!"

"Even if there is no chance later, when you drive him, you can also find an opportunity."

Liang Jianfeng shook his head, "No! If Lu Xiaotian finds out, it will enrage him!"

Zheng Bihui ignored him and looked at Secretary Lu.

Secretary Lu thought for a few seconds and said, "Carry the gun."

Liang Jianfeng’s nostrils quivered with anger, "I disagree!"

Knowing their relationship, Secretary Lu reassured, "Mr. Liang, she is a police officer facing a criminal unarmed, are you really at ease?"

"If Song Guanchao truly misses, at least Officer Liang will still have a backup plan."

"Even if Lu Xiaotian discovers she’s carrying a gun, does he really dare to shoot?"

"His goal is not to kill, but to escape."

Liang Jianfeng went silent.

Their concerns were quite necessary.

Had it been someone else, he too would have supported it.

But the one facing Lu Xiaotian was his own daughter.

He did not want his daughter to be in a dangerous situation.

"Song Guanchao is the chief commander." Liang Jianfeng only said this before contacting Song Guanchao to relay Lu Xiaotian’s demands to him.

Song Guanchao said, "Officer Liang, take off your pistol."

Liang Jiajia uttered an acknowledgment and removed her pistol.

Seeing her actions, Secretary Lu directly said, "Officer Liang, you can leave; we don’t need you to carry out the next step."

"Director Qin, you execute it!"

Director Qin’s body trembled, inwardly cursing.

Just as he was about to refuse, Liang Jiajia said, "I’ll take the gun!"

She knew Secretary Lu wanted double security.

As the head, faced with such an urgent situation, he couldn’t possibly put all his bets solely on Song Guanchao.

He needed a second plan.

If Song Guanchao’s operation failed, she could still shoot.

Lu Zhizhong said nothing but looked at Liang Jianfeng.

Liang Jianfeng’s face was grim, looking at his daughter, "Are you scared?"

"Frightened," Liang Jiajia said. "But I trust him."

Liang Jianfeng knew that by ’him,’ his daughter meant Song Guanchao.

He smiled helplessly and stroked his daughter’s hair, "Go ahead."

Nearby, Lin Wanqiu sensed something unusual about their relationship and quietly asked, "Are they relatives?"

Zhou Qian whispered, "Father and daughter."

Lin Wanqiu was surprised.

Liang Jiajia had already entered the kindergarten.

Through the scope, Song Guanchao saw Liang Jiajia enter the kindergarten alone.

He stood, supporting the sniper rifle, which was over twenty kilograms, as steady as Mount Tai, without a ripple.

A man and a gun, like a sculpture.

In the scope, Liang Jiajia’s figure was clearly visible.

She reached the door, with the blast-resistant vehicle on her left.

She was very nervous, although she had previously faced an armed criminal.

But at the moment, the nervousness and fear were unavoidable.

However, thinking of Song Guanchao several hundred meters away on a rooftop with a sniper rifle protecting her, the fear inside her heart dissipated like the tide.

"Secretary Song," she said in a low voice, "will I be injured?"

"No," Song Guanchao said. "Today, no one will be injured; in a few minutes, you will see Lu Xiaotian get shot in the head in front of you. Then you’ll be surrounded by flowers and applause, Secretary Lu, Mayor Zheng will praise your bravery. Parents of the children will come up to thank you, and you can see the trust and gratitude for the police in their faces."

Song Guanchao’s voice was not only heard from Liang Jiajia’s headset but also resounded through the walkie-talkies held by Secretary Lu and others.

Listening to his words, everyone remained silent.

They knew Liang Jiajia was scared, nervous.

Song Guanchao was comforting her, easing her tense emotions.

"I must say, he was quite good at comforting people."

At that moment, the classroom door was pushed open.

Liu Lanzi and the female teacher each carried a child and walked out from the classroom.

They walked ahead, and Lu Xiaotian followed behind, holding a mixed-race little girl.

His left hand clutched a remote control, and his right hand held a gun.

As Liu Lanzi and the female teacher stepped out of the kindergarten gate, Song Guanchao instantly saw them through his scope.

Secretary Lu and others, through the camera attached to Liang Jiajia’s chest, saw them too.

They held their breath, their bodies tensed.

"Keep walking!" Lu Xiaotian whispered.

The two women hadn’t had dinner, nor had they drunk any water; they were low on energy.

They continued forward, walking about five meters out before Lu Xiaotian said, "Stop!"

The two women stopped.

Lu Xiaotian stepped out from behind the glass door, and Song Guanchao saw him through the scope.

The girl in Lu Xiaotian’s arms was held too high, her head pressing against his chin.

Both Liu Lanzi and the female teacher stood to his left and right respectively.

From Song Guanchao’s angle, the two women precisely blocked his shoulders.

"Officer Liang, move forward."

Song Guanchao’s voice came through his earpiece.

Liang Jiajia stepped forward as the two women split to either side, clearing a path.

She stopped three meters in front of Lu Xiaotian.

In Song Guanchao’s perspective, Liang Jiajia and Lu Xiaotian were almost parallel.

Lu Xiaotian’s body was completely blocked by hers.

It still wasn’t the right moment.

He had to wait.

"Lu Xiaotian, the car is ready," Liang Jiajia said.

Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, scanning up and down, then suddenly said, "Raise your hands."

Liang Jiajia felt a pang of tension and raised both hands.

"Turn around," Lu Xiaotian said. "Turn slowly!"

Liang Jiajia’s anxiety deepened; she knew Lu Xiaotian wanted to ensure she wasn’t armed.

But once she turned, he would see the pistol hidden at her lower back.

Song Guanchao, intensely focused on the scope, noticed Liang Jiajia’s hesitance, which puzzled him.

Why wasn’t she complying?

Just as he wondered, the scope slightly shifted downward, and he saw the pistol at Liang Jiajia’s lower back.

Song Guanchao’s eyes widened in anger, and his furious voice erupted through the walkie-talkie, "Who allowed her to carry a gun?"

At the same time, Lu Xiaotian too sensed something amiss and sharply commanded, "Turn around!"

Outside the kindergarten, all the officials were on edge.

Liang Jiajia pursed her lips tightly, her only option to slowly, begrudgingly turn.

When Lu Xiaotian saw the pistol at her lower back, he swore furiously, "Fucking hell, Lu Zhizhong, did you ignore my words? I said no guns, and you fuckers still let the cops carry guns!"

"I’ll kill her right now!"

Lu Xiaotian abruptly raised his gun.

Just as he raised his gun, Song Guanchao’s eerily calm voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Jiajia, duck!"

Liang Jiajia ducked reflexively.

Her ponytail flipped up with the motion.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two gunshots.

One distant, one close, one loud, one soft, both sounded simultaneously.

The sniper rifle’s muzzle flashed, and a 12.7mm bullet fired from 370 meters away, speeding supersonically past Liang Jiajia’s raised ponytail and drilling precisely into Lu Xiaotian’s forehead, leaving a bloody hole.

The bullet churned his brain and blew a bowl-sized hole in the back of his head, spraying brain matter and blood onto the glass door.

Lu Xiaotian’s expression froze, his body stiffened.

Simultaneously.

Liang Jiajia, who had ducked, now had a bullet hole in her abdomen as blood gushed from her combat uniform.

She touched the wound, her hands covered in fresh blood.

Turning towards Song Guanchao’s direction, her smile blossomed, and she playfully said, "Song Guanchao, you promised I wouldn’t get hurt."

Through the scope, seeing the blood on her hands, Song Guanchao nearly lost his mind, his fury overwhelming his reason, and his outraged voice blasted through the walkie-talkie, "Who the fuck allowed her to carry a gun!"

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