Chapter 64

Liu Handong sprang up from the bed, a chill rising from his coccyx to his forehead, all sleepiness gone. Gu Changjun was actually still alive! The first person he would seek revenge on could very well be himself!

He hastily put on his clothes, grabbed a steel pipe from under the bed, but found it too cumbersome to carry. He went downstairs to a street杂货铺, bought a wooden-handled iron hammer, which could be used for smashing and hooking, with great power, and it was not obvious when tucked at the back of his waist, truly a great weapon to carry.

The Fukan was parked quietly by the roadside, the wheel rims covered with dried mud. Liu Handong circled the car several times, opened the release handle under the dashboard, and lifted the hood. In movies, killers always like to plant bombs on cars, which explode upon starting. He was now suspicious of everything and had to be cautious.

The engine compartment looked normal, with no signs of tampering. Liu Handong called home again. Gu Changjun was very cunning and treacherous, capable of anything.

His mother's phone went unanswered. Liu Handong had a bad feeling, cold sweat seeping from his forehead. It seemed that footsteps were approaching from behind. He suddenly turned around, gripping the axe handle, but it was just a stranger.

He dialed his stepfather's number from his phone, and it was quickly answered.

"Where's my mom?" Liu Handong asked anxiously.

"Your mom is fine," his stepfather said.

Liu Handong's mind buzzed. If everything was really fine, his stepfather would have said where she was, not just "fine." He took a deep breath, trying to calm down: "Let my mom talk on the phone."

His stepfather was silent for a moment, then said, "We were robbed at home, and your mom is being treated for injuries."

"I'll be right back," Liu Handong hung up the phone, tears streaming down his face. His stepfather's words were vague; being treated usually meant it was too late. It must be Gu Changjun taking revenge on the people closest to him.

Liu Handong's mind was on fire. He went upstairs, packed some essentials, and hurried down. He had been spending a lot recently and didn't have much cash left. On his way down, he met Hu Ying and said, "Do you have any money? Lend me some."

"How much do you need?"

"All you have."

Seeing Liu Handong's pale face, Hu Ying quickly took out his wallet, pulled out several red bills, and handed him a bank card: "The password is my birthday."

"Thanks," Liu Handong said, and hurried out. Hu Ying followed him out: "Hey, do you know my birthday?"

The Fukan had already sped away.

At the intersection of Tiesha Street, a few men sat in an unremarkable white Ford Transit. One of them picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "08, 08, follow, 176 has started, follow it, over."

The speeding Fukan had a scrapped license plate, Jiang CNQ176.

A black Passat closely followed the Fukan but was lost after less than ten minutes.

"01, 01, I lost it, repeat, I lost it, over," the plainclothes driver in the Passat reported.

As the Fukan approached the highway entrance, a black Santana 2000 quietly drove out from a side road and followed behind Liu Handong's car.

At the northern highway entrance, there were about seven or eight cars in line. Liu Handong was second in line. The driver of the car in front was asking the toll collector for directions, causing a delay of a few minutes. Liu Handong was extremely anxious, honking his horn repeatedly, unaware that a man from the fourth car, a Volkswagen Touareg, was approaching with his right hand hidden behind his back.

The driver in front finally drove away. Liu Handong accelerated to the barrier, took the card from the toll collector, and the barrier opened. The Fukan shot forward and quickly disappeared from sight.

The man behind quickly returned to the Touareg.

In the last Santana 2000, the plainclothes officer in the passenger seat clearly saw the man holding a gun-like object and picked up the walkie-talkie: "01, 01, the wolf has left the den."

The cars in line passed through the toll booth one by one. Ahead was a wide, straight highway. Although the speed limit was 120 km/h, Liu Handong pushed the Fukan to 180 km/h. He wanted to go even faster, but the car was already unstable, and for a 1.6-liter car, this was the limit.

The highway was sparsely populated. The Touareg and Santana closely followed the Fukan. The 1.8-liter turbocharged Touareg quickly outpaced the Santana, and the white Transit was even further behind.

"01, can't catch up, lost the target, over," the plainclothes officer in the Santana reported.

"07, don't worry, this is a highway, no one can leave the exits," the chief of the criminal investigation department, Wan Xudong, said calmly.

Suddenly, an Audi A6 sped past the Transit, at least 200 km/h!

"Damn, in a hurry to be reborn," the Transit driver cursed.

Wan Xudong looked closely and recognized it as Wang Xing's car. He immediately called Wang Xing, and someone answered quickly.

"Wang Xing, what are you doing in Jiangbei?"

"No, I'm sleeping at home," Wang Xing's voice didn't sound like he was just waking up.

"I'm telling you, this is a provincial case, don't interfere," Wan Xudong said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Wang Xing hung up.

"Drive faster, catch up," Wan Xudong ordered.

The driver said, "Wan, why don't you drive?"

...

Liu Handong was fully focused on driving the Fukan. His phone rang, and he pressed the speaker button. It was Ma Ling.

"Rogue, have lunch together?"

"I have to go back to Jiangbei, I'll contact you later," Liu Handong hung up.

A moment later, the phone rang again. This time it was Song Shuang: "Free? Come pick me up."

"No time," Liu Handong hung up directly.

The phone rang again. Liu Handong angrily picked it up and shouted, "I said no time!"

"Xiao Dong, it's me," his stepfather's voice.

Liu Handong's heart sank, feeling cold. Could this be a call to inform him of a death? His voice trembled, "Speak."

"Your mom is fine, out of danger. She told you to drive carefully, not too fast. We're at the city hospital emergency ward, that's it."

Liu Handong let out a long sigh, slightly easing off the gas, reducing his speed from 180 km/h to 140 km/h, then 120 km/h, and finally 100 km/h. The wind and tire noise decreased, and he rolled down the window, lighting a cigarette to calm himself.

In the rearview mirror, a black Touareg quickly approached, exceeding 150 km/h. Liu Handong moved to the right lane, but the car behind slowed down, maintaining a 200-meter distance.

There was a service area ahead. A red Jiefang dump truck slowly drove out, occupying the driving lane at 70 km/h. The fast lane was occupied by four long container trucks. It's common for truck drivers to dominate the fast lane, as it's difficult for these heavy vehicles to accelerate. They usually don't brake, regardless of how the cars behind flash their lights or honk.

The container trucks occupied the fast lane, and the dump truck occupied the driving lane, blocking the road. Liu Handong slightly turned the steering wheel, trying to overtake from the emergency lane, but the dump truck seemed to guess his intention and sharply turned right, almost colliding with the Fukan.

Liu Handong honked furiously, but the dump truck didn't budge. Glancing at the rearview mirror, the black Touareg had accelerated.

A chill rose from his feet.

This was a carefully designed trap, luring him onto the highway to take revenge. If he guessed correctly, Gu Changjun must be in the Touareg.

He was wrong this time. The two men in the Touareg were not Gu Changjun. The man in the passenger seat pulled out a gun, turned off the safety, and lowered the window. It was a rare American M1911 pistol, with a .45-inch caliber, extremely powerful and with a clear stopping effect.

Liu Handong saw the passenger window of the Touareg lower in the rearview mirror and knew they were about to attack. He pulled out the hammer from his waist, opened the window, and threw it out.

The hammer spun in the air, following a parabolic path, and landed on the windshield of the Touareg. The bulletproof film instantly cracked, the cracks spreading in all directions. The startled driver swerved and hit the brakes hard, causing the Touareg to spin in the center of the highway. The vehicle's electronic stability system quickly intervened, but the Touareg eventually came to a stop in the middle of the road.

The man in the passenger seat was furious, kicked the damaged windshield, and broke it off. The driver was also fierce, restarting the car and chasing after Liu Handong.

The road ahead was blocked, and Liu Handong had nowhere to run. He had to dodge in a zigzag pattern. An arm holding a gun emerged from the Touareg, firing at him. However, it was difficult to hit a moving target at high speed. Five bullets were fired, and only two hit the car, causing no substantial damage to the Fukan.

"Idiot, shoot the fuel tank!" the driver shouted, maintaining the same speed as the Fukan.

The gunman aimed at the fuel tank of the Fukan, steadied the gun, and pulled the trigger. It hit!

The bullet whizzed through the air, drilling a hole in the fuel tank. However, the Fukan did not explode; it only leaked fuel, forming a trail of oil on the road.

The gunman aimed again, just as a black Audi A6 approached at 220 km/h. Wang Xing sat in the car. When the front of the Audi was parallel to the Touareg, he sharply turned the steering wheel, squeezing the Touareg from the side. The Touareg's front wheel hit the oil trail, losing control. This time, the various electronic safety systems failed, and the Touareg crashed into the barrier.

With a loud explosion, the Touareg burst into flames.

Liu Handong saw the flames in the rearview mirror and didn't have time to think. He chased after the dump truck ahead.

The road ahead was wide open with four lanes. The dump truck couldn't block the road and let the Fukan pass, trying to compete with it.

Liu Handong wasn't that foolish. The dump truck had 280 horsepower and 14 wheels, weighing as much as several Fukans. Competing with it would be suicide. He quickly downshifted from fifth to fourth gear, and the Fukan found an opening and darted through. The dump truck tried to squeeze it but failed to touch the Fukan.

As he overtook the dump truck, Liu Handong turned his head and saw, to his shock, the "already dead" Gu Changjun sitting in the driver's seat!

Suddenly, the tachometer dropped, and the Fukan's speed decreased. The fuel tank was rapidly leaking, and the car was out of fuel.

The dump truck charged at him with a fierce momentum.

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