Volume 2 Hello, Xia Mi Chapter 155 Cicada, Mantis, and Yellow Bird (V)
"That's very well said! Cut off your hands if you want, cut off your feet if you want. Don't you Italians believe in Catholicism? Killing is a serious crime, and we should comfort the dead by dedicating our souls!" Garrincha laughed, "It's most appropriate to cut off your own legs first! I hope you die with a more religious feeling. Going to see Jesus with a limp will at least give you some forgiveness!"
"Unfortunately, I don't believe in any religion. I only believe in myself." Caesar refused coldly, but still held Murasame under his knees. He was ready to sacrifice and did not intend to procrastinate. Any meaningless conversation might make Garrincha even more violent.
Hurried footsteps came from the end of the alley. Armed troops wearing camouflage uniforms and combat helmets took over the entrance and exit of the alley. These armed anti-terrorist troops came very quickly. They even turned off the police lights on purpose, so as to block the rioters before they could realize it. The troops set up an anti-explosion shield array, and the commandos with live ammunition were in the back. Two snipers had quietly climbed onto the roof of the second floor, turning the alley into a dragnet that no one could escape.
"Listen up, people in the alley! We are the Special Counter-Terrorism Force (SPC)! You are suspected of violent crimes and the use of firearms. Immediately put down your weapons and surrender for inspection!" The sound amplified by the loudspeaker swept through the alley like a hurricane. It was deafening. The onlookers on the whole street came over to see what was going on, but were driven away by the cordon.
"You come so fast! Any thugs under the emperor's feet must confess their crimes and be brought to justice!" Finkel muttered softly as he moved closer to Caesar. When he heard the footsteps, he removed the bronze throne, otherwise the anti-terrorist armed police would see a strong man comparable to a gorilla.
"Throw away Murasame! Caesar!" Chu Zihang shouted in a low voice, turned around and raised his hands in surrender, walking out of the alley with a harmless and nervous expression on his face, "Please help us! This foreign thug has kidnapped our classmates!"
It took Caesar only a second to understand Chu Zihang's meaning. He threw Murasame out and kicked him to Garincha's feet. The armed police could see the weapon in Garincha's hand, not to mention that he was holding Xia Mi hostage. They only needed to pretend to be victims to get out of this predicament, and the armed police would identify Garincha as a target of violence. Everyone here is a foreigner, and only Chu Zihang with black hair and black eyes is suitable to play the role of a local good citizen.
"Stand where you are! Put your hands on your head and squat down!" The police officer stopped Chu Zihang with the command reinforced by the loudspeaker. They were not so easy to fool. No matter whether Chu Zihang was a real victim or one of the thugs, the best way was to control the actions of everyone here first. The subsequent investigation would prove his innocence.
Chu Zihang had no choice but to squat down against the wall. The guns of the armed police were already very close, but he still did not give up playing the role of a victimized college student. "That bald guy has a gun! He even has a rocket launcher! Be careful when dealing with him!"
The three words "bazooka" hit the police officers like a heavy punch to the heart. They only received the alarm of gunfire, but did not expect to catch the big fish. The foreign bald man who took the hostages instantly became a target who could be shot.
"Dongyao! Report the situation!" The police officer activated the walkie-talkie.
"The shooting angle is perfect, it can ensure a hit, please give instructions!" Dong Yao is on the second floor of the attic at the entrance of the alley, and Garrincha cannot see this place from his perspective.
"Replace the anesthetic bullets, target the bald guy." The police officer gave the order to shoot. He could have chosen to shoot Garrincha directly, but Garrincha had hostages in his hands. Chu Zihang's testimony further proved that this bald guy had an extraordinary background and could even carry heavy firepower and lethal weapons such as rocket launchers. Therefore, it was necessary to try to capture him alive. Who knows, this guy might be a spy or special forces soldier from another country.
"If you run away now, you might still make it in time!" With a whole anti-terrorist force standing behind him, Finkel was very confident. He relied on the power of his master and looked like a sycophant, as if he couldn't wait to eat Garrincha alive.
Garrincha glanced at the fully armed anti-terrorist police and smiled confidently. Finkel's threat was like a classic joke to him. When had he ever been afraid of government troops? In South America, he had faced such situations with countless guns pointed at his forehead many times and returned safely.
He held the gun in his right hand to threaten Xia Mi, took a step to the left, raised his left hand high, and gave a middle finger!
This is simply too arrogant! A foreign thug kidnapped hostages on Chinese territory, used guns and even dared to provoke the anti-terrorist armed police who had surrounded him!
The police officer took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. He was the commander at the scene and could not let the thugs' small actions disturb his mood. After making sure that Dong Yao had switched to tranquilizer bullets, he issued the final order to attack.
"Dongyao, fire your gun as a signal, charge immediately! No matter who they are, make sure they are all arrested!"
At this time, Dong Yao had finished reloading, and locked the scope on Garrincha's forehead. This target was tall and easy to hit, so Dong Yao was very confident. The safety bolt was opened, and the safety catch was pressed to switch to single-shot shooting mode. Dong Yao decisively pulled the trigger.
At this moment, he saw Garrincha raise his head, pull the corners of his mouth towards him, and smile gently.
Dong Yao is an elite sniper in the anti-terrorist unit. He has never missed a target due to the harsh anti-terrorist environment. But at this moment, fear permeated his back. He seemed to see the golden light bursting out from the bald man's eyes. It was dangerous and deadly. As a sniper, his sixth sense told him that this bullet would miss because the target saw his position! He could dodge!
At this distance, it takes less than half a second for the bullet to hit. The anesthetic bullet spiraled towards Garrincha. He simply tilted his head lightly, and the bullet that should have exploded between his eyebrows instead grazed and hit the bluestone floor.
Caesar witnessed this scene with his own eyes. This feeling of déjà vu reminded him of his fatal shot just now, which was also easily dodged by Garrincha. Could this guy see the bullet? No... No, that reaction speed was not so much that he saw the deadly weapon, but rather that he predicted the opponent's attack!
Dong Yao's gunshots rang out, signaling a general attack. Four black cylinders were thrown high into the alley, followed by a large amount of thick smoke that blocked the vision. The commandos, who had already put on infrared detection eyepieces, pulled down their masks to isolate themselves from the smoke, and rushed into the alley with explosion-proof shields.
Those were highly effective smoke bombs and tear gas. Because the goal was to capture the thugs in the alley alive, the armed police temporarily replaced their weapons with spare ones.
Thick smoke raged in the alley. The armed police probably didn't expect that everyone here had a high resistance to tear gas. Dragon blood ensured their mobility in this environment for a short period of time. Smoke bombs and tear gas were not a good choice for dealing with hybrids. Despite this, the field of vision was still greatly limited. Chu Zihang remained squatting in the corner. He knew that if he took action at this time, he would be violently enforced by the armed police.
But a hand grabbed his arm, and in just that instant Chu Zihang could confirm that it was Xia Mi. The cold touch with a hint of warmth was the characteristic of a girl's body temperature.
He was slightly surprised and was about to ask how he broke free from that guy when he forcibly pulled Xia Mi up.
"Let's go! Are you still squatting here with your head in your hands pretending to be a good citizen? Do you want to be taken away by the police for questioning and have tea, and be asked which country you are a spy from?" Xia Mi handed Murasame to Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang couldn't see her face, but he vaguely knew that there was someone in front of him.
Just as Xia Mi was complaining, Chu Zihang saw a tall figure climbing over the wall and running away from the gap between the alleys. It was unclear whether it was Caesar or Finkel.
He suddenly understood that as a Chinese, he had been imprinted with the idea that police uncles are my good friends and he should go to police uncles when he has difficulties since he was a child. However, he never thought that in anti-terrorism law enforcement, the top priority of the armed police is to ensure the safety of the scene. They can't even identify who the enemy is. It was not only Garrincha who was holding the weapon just now. The Murasame in Caesar's hand was also shining. He and Finkel Caesar Xia Mi were all considered thugs in the eyes of the armed police.
After figuring out his position, he pulled Xia Mi and ran wildly. The first armed police had already rushed to their side. Chu Zihang had to hit him with Murasame's scabbard. The armed police was shocked to see a crack appear on the explosion-proof shield in his hand, and then he was kicked into a corner.
A few minutes later, the commandos returned from the gradually dispersing smoke, and they all looked at each other in bewilderment. This was the first time that not only did they fail in their mission, but they didn't even catch any trace of a thug.
The police officer was so angry that he slammed the walkie-talkie at his feet, pointed at his subordinates' noses and yelled, saying that if they still couldn't catch any one today and allowed these thugs to wreak havoc in the imperial capital, then you don't have to serve in the army anymore, and maybe going home to dig sweet potatoes would be more suitable for you!
In the afternoon, the farce in Liulichang finally came to an end. The merchants in the alleys cleaned up the front of their doors and reopened their businesses. The quaint shop signs were polished to a shine.
Lin Fenglong poked his head out from the corner of the alley, looked left and right furtively, and then looked back to make sure that no one was following him. Then he hunched over and walked quickly towards Fenglong Hall.
The door panels were full of holes shot by pistols, and the curtains were also shattered. He felt very distressed. An older person always likes to keep old things around him and live with them, no matter if they are useful or not. Everything in this store is as precious as his friends.
The store was pitch black everywhere, and Caesar's flamethrower set many things on fire. Fortunately, the armed police came to help put out the fire. Since the owner could not be found, the matter was left unresolved. No one expected that the owner had hidden for most of the morning and dared to sneak back.
Lin Fenglong opened the drawer in the corner, and dozens of golden subway cards were still lying inside. This made him smile with relief on his old face. These things were his trademark to cheat people out of money. The secret of how subway cards could be easily made must not be lost.
A big hand reached out from the side and grabbed Lin Fenglong's wrist. He was so shocked that he almost jumped up. He turned his head to look at the guy who didn't make any sound at all and was stunned. Facing him was a frivolous smiling face with typical Germanic features. The young man looked a little dusty, as if he had been hiding here for a long time because he knew that Lin Fenglong would come back secretly.
"You... who are you?" Lin Fenglong stuttered. He was no longer the young man he used to be. Facing this guy's iron hand, he could not move at all. He could only pray that this guy was not here to cause trouble and ask for protection money.
"Fingal von Frings ." The young man introduced himself. He invited Lin Fenglong to stand up, swept the dust off the chair with his sleeve, motioned him to sit down, and made a cup of tea very kindly. He even knew where everything in the store was kept. "I don't think you know this name. After all, you had left home for a long time when I was born. In terms of blood relationship, you are my grandfather's grandfather."
Lin Fenglong found this a truly incredible scene: two Germans, sitting in a burnt-out antique shop, talking about their relationship in Chinese.
Finger was very kind, but Lin Fenglong didn't dare to look him in the eye. He had been away from Germany for more than 100 years, along with his hometown and his family. During this period, two world wars had been fought. The friends he once knew might have become cannon fodder in modern wars, but he was still alive, deeply trapped in guilt, pain, and self-blame, fearing that the villains would come to him one day... just like the German in front of him who claimed to be his relative.
"You've got the wrong person." Lin Fenglong shook his head and curled up in the chair like a hunchbacked old quail. Just this movement caused him to cough violently. Anyone could see that this old man really didn't have long to live.
Finkel stood up and patted him on the back. "I won't make a mistake. Your photo is still hanging in the lobby of the manor. I look at it many times every summer vacation. Most people in this world think you are dead, but the elders in your family know that you will never die easily, because your words are incredible. It is one of the few words that are directly linked to life itself. The dragon clan used this power to create life."
Lin Fenglong's pupils trembled slightly uncontrollably. Every word of Finger was like an evil spirit knocking on the door at midnight, so understated, but chilling. Over the years, he has lived in this country that does not belong to him, and has experienced the most difficult period. During that period, he was even as poor as the people around him, digging wild vegetables and eating tree roots every day. He lay on the broken mat in the middle of the night and vomited all over the place, wondering why he had to live such a life.
At such times, the fear that had been buried for many years would quietly burst out from the bottom of his heart. He knew very well that it was his own choice to fall into this situation. He had no one else to blame. People like him should have been beheaded and hung up to let people vent their hatred, but he still managed to live to this day. Perhaps in his heart, he had always longed for someone like Finger to sit in front of him one day, and tell him all his past events one by one, and list all his crimes.
"Are you really my great-great-grandson?" Lin Fenglong looked up at Finkel. After observing him carefully from such a close distance, he indeed felt that the person in front of him was a bit similar to himself.
"How else would I know your secret?" Finkel shrugged. "Mr. Friedrich von Roon."
