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Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record! (Web Novel) - Chapter 144: This Comrade Lin is too fierce!
Chapter 144: This Comrade Lin is too fierce!
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Goldstone Edge Antique Shop.At this moment, the shop was in chaos.
Shelves that once displayed a variety of valuable antiques were now in disarray, with bronze wares, jade, and paintings scattered all around. The blue and white landscape-patterned vase from the Ming Dynasty brought by the man in the blue T-shirt was already shattered beyond repair.
Pools of blood spread across the floor, blooming like a cluster of red plum blossoms. The evening breeze swept into the silent antique shop, carrying with it a sharp, acrid smell of blood that quickly filled the air.
Shen Qianqian felt a sudden tug at her heart as she dashed into the shop with two quick strides.
At that moment.
The wails from inside the shop reached Shen Qianqian’s ears. Looking down, she saw several burly men lying haphazardly on the ground, completely devoid of any fighting capability, but right now, her mind was wholly focused on Lin Chuan, as she searched for him everywhere.
Finally, she spotted a familiar figure in her field of vision.
There he was, wearing a white shirt stained with specks of blood that looked like red prints, heading towards the shop’s tea room.
“Lin Chuan!”
Upon seeing Lin Chuan, Shen Qianqian immediately shouted out loud.
Lin Chuan turned around and a smile immediately spread across his face, “Qianqian, you came at just the right…”
But Lin Chuan didn’t finish his sentence.
A fragrance rushed into his embrace in an instant, as a pair of hands quickly wrapped around his waist, holding him so tightly as if afraid he would run away.
Shen Qianqian hugged Lin Chuan tightly.
Seeing that Lin Chuan was unharmed, the stone in her heart finally settled. She had rushed all the way here, her nerves stretched to the breaking point, and now layers of tears threaded together, streaming from her eyes, as she wept silently in Lin Chuan’s embrace.
Lin Chuan felt the emotions of Shen Qianqian, who had run into his arms, and his heartstrings trembled. After taking a deep breath, he gently patted her back,
“I’m okay, I’m okay.”
Lin Chuan’s strong heartbeat thumped in Shen Qianqian’s ears, bringing her peace. Pressing close to Lin Chuan, she murmured, “As long as you’re okay.”
“How has it become me comforting you now?”
Lin Chuan patted her back again, teasing her.
Shen Qianqian turned her tears into laughter and gently punched Lin Chuan’s shoulder, “I thought you had been…”
“Been what?” Lin Chuan’s face broke into an easy smile.
“Thought you were tortured.” Shen Qianqian pursed her lips, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and quickly returned to her usual demeanor.
Lin Chuan chuckled, “It was close. I almost got tortured.”
Only now did Shen Qianqian’s gaze fall on the ten men lying haphazardly on the ground, crying and howling in pain.
The antique shop was a mess, with each of the ten assassins in their own dire straits.
Some were clutching their chests with blood spurting from their mouths; others were stacked together like Arhats; and there were those who curled up on the floor, clutching their groins.
Grim!
And there was one who had been stabbed in the back and was pressed under two big men, almost unable to breathe.
“This… this… did you single-handedly overpower all ten of them?” Shen Qianqian gulped, staring at Lin Chuan in shock.
Lin Chuan shook his head, “I was acting in self-defense. Xinxin can testify for me.”
At this moment.
The Little Landlady had already come out of the tea room, standing by Lin Chuan’s side, and nodding vigorously, “Sister Qianqian, I can testify, Lin Chuan was acting in self-defense!”
Shen Qianqian glanced again at the several moaning individuals on the ground and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, “You’ve taken down all ten of them. That self-defense was a bit too strong!”
“I was very scared at the time, so I might have gone a bit overboard,” Lin Chuan immediately said.
“We’re not at the stage of taking statements yet!” Shen Qianqian scolded playfully, the corners of her mouth brimming with a smile.
Lin Chuan let out an embarrassed chuckle, “I thought you were starting to ask me for the details of the case.”
Shen Qianqian smiled, “I’ve been transferred from the Criminal Police Brigade to the Anti-Fraud Center. It’s not up to me to take statements. The person to do that will arrive soon.”
In the dark of night, the sound of police sirens surrounded the silent antique market.
A row of police cars parked outside, their flashing lights and caution tape setting up a perimeter. Fully armed detectives and special police rushed down East Street at top speed.
Their footsteps on the cobblestones, urgent and rhythmic, grew ever nearer.
A deep voice also came through the loudspeaker:
“Attention, those inside, you are surrounded. Cease all harmful behavior immediately! Cease all harmful behavior immediately!”
Soon, the rapid footsteps were just outside the shop.
Several fully armed detectives, with guns in hand, rushed into the Goldstone Edge Antique Shop. The leading detective shouted, “Police, nobody move!”
But the next second, he froze.
His colleagues beside him also froze in place.
“Why are you standing at the entrance dumbfounded? Quick, check if Lin Chuan is still here!”
A deep, urgent voice rang out.
This man was none other than Hu Daqiang, the captain of the Criminal Police Brigade.
This group of detectives was from the very Criminal Police Brigade where Shen Qianqian used to work.
Hu Daqiang, with a look of urgency, dashed into the antique shop. His eyes quickly swept the room, and he stared, his face filled with astonishment.
About nine minutes earlier.
The head of Anling Police Station, Zhang Biao, personally ordered him to rush to rescue Lin Chuan, who was under attack by thugs at the antique shop on East Street. The situation was declared urgent.
He followed orders immediately, hurrying to the Goldstone Edge Antique Shop on East Street at top speed.
But it was well known that in those eight or nine minutes, the thugs could have done a myriad of things.
According to intelligence, there were ten assailants.
And who didn’t know Lin Chuan?
Not just Hu Daqiang, several members of the Criminal Police Brigade had met Lin Chuan, and most of them had seen his “This Assassin Is Too Professional,” with some detectives still studying some of his crime scene processing methods.
