Official Career Storm
Chapter 601

Chapter 601: Chapter 601

Li Zhu was a villager from Huangni Village, Li Zhuang’s older cousin.

Whenever Li Zhuang pulled a scam, nobody from the nearby villages dared to bare their teeth; it was Li Zhu who would handle it.

He was the first fierce general under Li Zhuang.

Li Zhuang told them he was going to make a move on Song Guanchao, and they weren’t the least bit scared.

They had prepared a large truck early on, and at Li Zhuang’s command, they immediately drove off in pursuit.

"Stupid fuck, thought our village was easy to bully?"

Li Zhu cursed, and just as he was about to crash into him for the second time, he suddenly saw Song Guanchao’s vehicle lose control, smash through the guardrail at the roadside, and plunge down the slope.

Li Zhu froze for a second, then urgently slammed on the brakes.

The few large trucks behind him also promptly pulled over and stopped steadily.

They got out of the trucks, each gripping a long knife in their hands.

There were no lights by the road, and it was pouring rain.

They could only see the area illuminated by the Land Rover’s headlights and saw the vehicle rush down the slope, followed several seconds later by a loud thud.

Li Zhuang said, "Go get a flashlight!"

Someone immediately went to fetch a flashlight from the truck.

Down the slope.

The moment Song Guanchao’s vehicle was hit, he stepped on the brakes without hesitation, reducing the speed to the minimum, and then drove down the slope without a moment’s hesitation.

He controlled the speed the whole time; the vehicle wobbled, its undercarriage scraped by countless stones, but it never rolled over.

With a thud, the vehicle crashed into a big tree, and all the airbags deployed.

Fortunately, Song Guanchao was prepared, feeling just a bit dizzy and not sustaining any other injuries.

He immediately kicked the car door open and said at the same time, "Unbuckle the seat belt!"

He jumped out of the car and glanced up.

The night was too dark, and the rainfall too heavy; all he could see were the truck lights stopped above.

He pulled open the back door; Wu Yun, dazed by the airbags, had her head spinning, but her seat belt was already undone.

Song Guanchao dragged her down and said, "Run forward, run fast!"

Then he reached to grab Zhou Qian but saw that she wasn’t moving.

On a closer look, Zhou Qian’s forehead was bleeding, her head askew, unconscious.

Song Guanchao crawled over, checked her breathing, and sighed with relief.

Fortunately, she seemed to have been only knocked unconscious by the airbag.

He unbuckled the seat belt, carried Zhou Qian out of the car, took the safety deposit box, but didn’t rush to leave.

He opened the fuel cap, took out a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket.

He lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and then threw the cigarette into the fuel tank.

After doing this, he picked up Zhou Qian, grabbed the safety deposit box, and started sprinting into the mountains.

Wu Yun was dizzy and not running fast; when Song Guanchao caught up with her, she had covered less than twenty meters.

Song Guanchao hoisted Zhou Qian over his left shoulder, his finger hooked through the handle of the safety deposit box, and said, "Get on!"

Wu Yun was a bit dazed and didn’t understand what he meant, stopping to look at him.

Song Guanchao bent down, hoisted her onto his shoulder with one hand pressing on her thigh, and said, "Hold on tight to me."

With both women on his shoulders, he ran rapidly into the mountains.

At the same time.

By the roadside.

The men brought over a powerful flashlight, which Li Zhu grabbed and shined it down below.

The vehicle’s crash into the big tree was about eighty meters away from them.

But just as the flashlight had swept over.

With a "boom."

The Land Rover, without any warning, exploded.

Flames shot up into the sky, lighting half of it red.

Li Zhu and the others exchanged glances.

After a long moment, they said to each other, "What they show in the movies is true; cars really do explode."

Someone asked, "Brother Zhu, should we go down and check it out?"

"What’s there to check out?" Li Zhu said, "It’s all blown up, how could anyone survive?"

Originally according to the plan, they were supposed to go down and finish the job with a knife after the vehicle was knocked down.

Now, the vehicle had exploded; there was no need for any additional knife work.

Li Zhu took out his phone, braving the heavy rain to call Li Zhuang, "Dazhuang, the car exploded!"

"Exploded?" Li Zhuang was shocked.

Li Zhu laughed loudly, "I rammed the car down the slope, and with a bang, it just blew up."

Surprised as he was, Li Zhuang found the outcome unexpectedly good.

"Take a video and send it to me. Then leave the truck there, let You Gui stay behind, and after the fire dies out, throw the phone in."

"Okay."

Li Zhu sent a video of the vehicle blazing furiously and then said to one of the villagers, "You Gui, find a place to hide. After the fire dies down, go throw the phone into it."

"Leave it to me."

Li Yougui grabbed a raincoat from the vehicle and immediately climbed up the hillside. He sat like a lone wolf under a big tree, watching the roaring flames below.

This truck had to stay here.

They needed to create the false impression that the truck had accidentally knocked Song Guanchao down the hill and then the driver, in a panic, fled the scene.

After the police had investigated for a while, Li Zhuang would arrange for someone to take the fall.

Li Zhuang watched the video of the fierce fire and was quite pleased.

He tossed his phone to Wang Changwei.

Wang Changwei looked at the video, confused, "What’s this?"

"Song Guanchao was in a car accident, got hit off a cliff, and the car caught fire and exploded. Three people in the vehicle, all burned to death."

Wang Changwei’s hand trembled, and he almost dropped the phone.

It was a done deal, and he was now irrevocably bound to it.

Li Zhuang took back the phone and said, "Go back and get some rest."

With that, he turned and left.

Liang Jiajia felt unsettled all evening, her right eyelid twitching nonstop.

Although she had been discharged from the hospital and her injuries had mostly healed, Director Qin had not allowed her to return to work.

She didn’t bother with Director Qin and went to the Criminal Police Team every day.

After getting home and taking a shower, she leaned on the couch and messaged Song Guanchao, but there was no reply.

She knew Song Guanchao had gone to An County, and he had even checked in with her at noon, saying he had a dinner party that evening.

But it was almost ten o’clock; hadn’t he finished eating yet?

She waited until almost eleven and still no reply, then she made a call.

Song Guanchao’s phone was turned off.

"Turn on and reply to me," Liang Jiajia sent a text message and went back to her room to rest.

"Sis, what’s wrong with you?"

Wu Ming noticed that his sister seemed distracted tonight.

Her mind had been wandering even while having dinner with her blind date.

After coming back, she didn’t even shower, just sat on the sofa engrossed with her phone.

He guessed she was probably chatting with Song Guanchao.

But her expression was off.

Her brows furrowed, her mind clearly elsewhere.

"Nothing."

Wu Qiangwei didn’t know what was wrong with herself; she had been messaging Song Guanchao all evening, and he hadn’t replied.

Normally, even if he couldn’t respond immediately, he wouldn’t take long.

And now she had called several times, only to find his phone turned off.

She thought about how Song Guanchao had gone to An County with Wu Yun and Zhou Qian.

No reply, phone off, especially at night...

Wu Qiangwei couldn’t help but have wild thoughts.

This man attracted too much attention from women.

And Wu Yun seemed to harbor an unspoken affection for him.

Whether Song Guanchao initiated or Wu Yun did, a slip-up could easily happen.

Wu Qiangwei sighed softly.

Xuning County, Furong Town, Mountain Road.

This mountain was called Old Mountain.

The mountain was not high, and since it held no tourist value, it remained undeveloped.

With no path underfoot and overgrown with weeds, even during the daytime, one could easily sprain an ankle or get scratched up by thorns.

Let alone in the heavy rain at night.

At this moment, Song Guanchao, braving the torrential rain, carrying two women on his shoulders, moved swiftly like a sleek cheetah through the dense forest.

His expression was stern, his dark eyes filled with utmost composure. The thorns that occasionally scraped his body did not alter his expression in the slightest, as if he had blocked out his sense of pain.

After running madly for hundreds of meters, Song Guanchao finally stopped.

He looked back, but in the pitch-black forest where he couldn’t see his own hand, he saw nothing.

Only then did he confirm that for the moment, he was safe!

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