Chapter 94

As Xu Yan finished speaking, two soldiers leaped forward and pounced on the monster, shouting, "I've caught him! Bring the handcuffs quickly!"

Xu Yan hadn't even reacted when a large crowd suddenly surged over, surrounding the monster in layers. The crowd was so dense that Xu Yan, who had been standing next to the monster, was pushed to the outer edge.

The military and police officers put handcuffs on the killer's hands and feet, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief—no matter how fierce the killer was, with five or six pairs of handcuffs and leg irons on his limbs, there was no way he could still resist.

At this exciting moment, Wen Xiuzhi, putting aside his high-ranking officer's dignity, squeezed into the crowd like an ordinary soldier, helping to put handcuffs on the killer. Seeing the killer bound tightly, he was so excited that his face turned red.

It was then that he thought of something: "The killer was incredibly fast, but why did he suddenly collapse here? Could it be because of Xu Yan?"

Wen Xiuzhi quickly squeezed out of the crowd and saw Xu Yan and the beautiful girl standing far away from the crowd, next to the bus, peering over curiously.

Having caught the criminal, Wen Xiuzhi felt much better. He walked over to Xu Yan, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Good kid, you really did it! Tell me, how did you catch the killer?"

Xu Yan looked bewildered and ignorant, "Team Leader Wen, is this the killer? I don't know. I only saw this blood-covered man suddenly run over and then mysteriously faint on his own, lying motionless on the ground. He fainted on his own, it has nothing to do with me! Maybe he just ran too much and fainted?"

Xu Yan spoke with a serious face, as if he were very afraid, like he was worried Wen Xiuzhi would ask him to pay for the killer's medical expenses. He looked like a timid and trouble-averse commoner.

Unfortunately, Xu Yan's act didn't fool anyone. Wen Xiuzhi didn't believe him at all—this wasn't the first time he had dealt with f-type virus patients. He might not have eaten pork, but he had certainly seen pigs run.

In the past, so many of these frenzied madmen, even after being shot dozens of times, were still full of life and vigor.

This frenzied madman, because of Wen Xiuzhi's order to capture him alive, the soldiers and police were more restrained when firing, aiming at non-lethal areas like his legs. Therefore, Wen Xiuzhi knew very well that the madman had not suffered fatal injuries.

Moreover, according to previous cases, f-type virus patients had a terrifying, almost "immortal" vitality and explosive strength, capable of delivering punches with tons of force. In the warehouse, he had successively defeated two elite special forces teams—such a creature wouldn't just faint after running a few hundred meters, would it?

This low-quality lie, you might as well tell it to the ghosts!

Wen Xiuzhi knew that this matter was likely related to Xu Yan: this guy really had some tricks up his sleeve. He had previously cured his father's strange illness, and now he had taken down a frenzied killer with his bare hands—this was a man who had defeated two special forces teams. How many more hidden skills did Xu Yan have?

In Wen Xiuzhi's eyes, Xu Yan suddenly became a mysterious and unfathomable figure.

But now that the criminal was caught, Wen Xiuzhi was in a good mood. Since Xu Yan didn't want to admit it, Wen Xiuzhi didn't push him—highly skilled people often have various quirks. Since Xu Yan liked to play the role of a tiger in sheep's clothing, Wen Xiuzhi didn't bother to expose him. After all, Xu Yan was already a special agent in the intelligence department. The more capable he was, the more valuable he became, and the more it proved that Commander Wen had a keen eye for talent!

"Oh, so the criminal just ran until he was tired and fainted..." Wen Xiuzhi said seriously, but his strange facial expressions clearly showed that he didn't believe a word.

"That's right, exactly like that, he fainted from running too much!"

"Ha ha," Wen Xiuzhi moved closer to Xu Yan, put his arm around his shoulder, and in a sincere tone, said, "Brother Yan, you capable people are all like this, not wanting to be famous or show off to avoid being burdened by fame. I understand, I understand!"

(Xu Yan had gradually discovered Wen Xiuzhi's characteristics: when he was in a good mood or needed something from him, he would call him "Brother Yan" affectionately. If he was in a bad mood, he would call him by his rank, "Captain Xu." If he was in a very bad mood, he would simply call him by his name, "Xu Yan.")

Wen Xiuzhi continued, "But Brother Yan, to catch this bastard, we mobilized so many people, and there were many casualties. We need to give an account to our superiors! If we say the criminal fainted from running too much, it seems a bit strange... It makes our sacrifices and injuries seem meaningless."

As Wen Xiuzhi circled around and rambled, Xu Yan couldn't figure out what he was trying to say. He said straightforwardly, "Brother Wen, I don't understand military matters. Just tell me what you want to do, and I'll follow your arrangements."

"Ha ha, good, you're a straightforward person. Let's be direct. I want to discuss something with you: in the official report, let's make some adjustments. We won't mention that the criminal fainted on his own. Instead, we'll say that the entire investigation team, without using weapons, bravely and selflessly captured the criminal alive, obtaining a valuable *specimen—Brother Yan, what do you think? We'll emphasize the collective effort and contribution, not individual achievements."

After saying this, Wen Xiuzhi nervously watched Xu Yan, observing his reaction—Wen Xiuzhi knew that capable people often had various quirks. They might be indifferent to fame and fortune and prefer to stay behind the scenes, but if others thought they didn't care and took their credit, they would be very angry.

Now, Wen Xiuzhi was worried about Xu Yan's reaction: this credit belonged to Xu Yan. If Xu Yan refused to give it up, that would be fine. He could pretend he never said anything. But if Xu Yan suddenly got angry and caused a scene in front of so many people, including local military and police and leaders, his face would be completely lost.

Hearing this, Xu Yan's eyes widened: what? Catching the criminal was a collective effort? Could it be that Wen Xiuzhi wanted to take the credit?

Instantly, Wen Xiuzhi's image in Xu Yan's eyes dimmed significantly.

For Xu Yan, the act of taking credit, he had only seen in TV and movies. He never thought it would happen in real life. Xu Yan always thought that those who took credit from their subordinates were despicable and lowly, or greedy and fat bureaucrats. He never imagined that Wen Xiuzhi, from a high-ranking family, with a refined and handsome appearance, would do such a thing!

Suppressing his displeasure, Xu Yan said in a deep voice, "Brother Wen, I'll follow your lead. You can write the report however you want, and I won't cause trouble. If anyone asks, I'll say that Brother Wen caught the criminal personally."

Wen Xiuzhi was taken aback, looking at Xu Yan and shaking his head with a smile, "Brother Yan, you misunderstood. The report isn't about my credit—let me be frank, at my age and rank, even with this credit, I won't become a general. You know my family situation; I don't need the bonus for credit.

Today, to catch this madman, we sent two teams into the warehouse. The first assault team was almost wiped out, with only three out of fifteen surviving. The second support team also suffered heavy casualties—there are nearly twenty martyrs, and many more injured. I'm asking you, Brother Yan, if you're not interested in the credit, can you share it with the brothers?

The martyrs will be honored, and if we can also recognize their credit, their families will receive more bonuses, as a token of our appreciation—Brother Yan, if you agree to help me, I'll be very grateful and will thank you on behalf of the brothers!"

"Ah!" Xu Yan was taken aback. He never thought that Wen Xiuzhi's intention in falsifying the report was not for himself but for the martyred officers and soldiers, to help their families receive bonuses.

He never thought that Wen Xiuzhi, a spoiled rich kid, a * and a creature of interest, had such a side.

For a moment, Xu Yan was truly moved. He immediately nodded, "No problem, Brother Wen, I'll definitely help you. You can write the report however you want; I don't care about the credit."

Wen Xiuzhi could tell that although Xu Yan agreed both times, his attitude was very different. He knew that Xu Yan had initially misunderstood and secretly laughed—given his background and status, he could be arrogant, arrogant, and even rude, but if he took credit from his subordinates, that would be truly stupid and would be laughed at by everyone. As a second-generation red, he already had a natural advantage in his career and didn't need to use such despicable means to advance.

Seeing Xu Yan's cooperation, Wen Xiuzhi was very pleased, "Ha ha, you're young, but you have a broad mind and are indifferent to fame and fortune. Rest assured, the organization will not treat you unfairly for your cooperation..."

Wen Xiuzhi wanted to say a few more words to Xu Yan, but at that moment, someone called out, "Team Leader Wen, come quickly, something seems wrong with the criminal!"

Capturing a live f-type virus patient was a hard-won victory that Wen Xiuzhi had risked his career for, so he was more concerned about the criminal's condition than the criminal's parents.

Hearing that something was wrong with the criminal, Wen Xiuzhi quickly left Xu Yan and rushed over, pushing through the crowd and asking anxiously, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Team Leader Wen, we don't know what's wrong, but no matter what we do, this guy won't wake up. His condition is very strange!"

After the criminal was successfully handcuffed, everyone was celebrating, but a few soldiers nearby noticed that something was wrong with the criminal. Initially, they were worried that the criminal would wake up and resist, but no matter how they moved him, the criminal showed no reaction. His body was as limp as a rag, with no strength at all. If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing and his pulse was normal, they would have thought he was already dead.

At this point, everyone began to worry: could this guy be dead?

Wen Xiuzhi came over, listened to his subordinates' reports, and frowned, immediately ordering a doctor to be called—there were highly skilled medical experts in the investigation team to provide medical references for the case.

Several medical experts were quickly brought over. They carefully examined the tightly bound criminal, testing his heartbeat, pulse, and other data.

After the tests, the experts exchanged opinions, and the most experienced and authoritative expert told Wen Xiuzhi, "Team Leader Wen, we have examined the criminal. He was shot in the legs three times and lost a lot of blood, but his vital signs show that he is not in danger. His pulse is steady and strong, and his heartbeat, although slightly slow, is also steady and strong, not like someone on the brink of death."

Wen Xiuzhi asked, "Is that so? Then why won't he wake up?"

"Well... the criminal is clearly in a state of fainting. We tested his pupils' response to light, and there was no reaction, which is very abnormal. This is not just a simple faint.

We don't know why the criminal is like this. We may need to perform a detailed examination using a brain CT scan and MRI... We might need to use some more advanced equipment, which is not available here. We'll have to wait for the results to analyze the situation."

Wen Xiuzhi frowned, thinking this was a bit troublesome. He wasn't sure if the Xiangcheng People's Hospital had the necessary advanced equipment. He might have to go back to the capital. As he was worrying, he suddenly thought: the one who tied the bell must untie it. Why not ask Xu Yan's opinion? He was the one who took down the criminal; he might know the reason. (To be continued)

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