Chapter 604 - 502: High-Pressure Water Cannon

Chapter 604: Chapter 502: High-Pressure Water Cannon

By the time Zhang Hancheng and his team rushed over, the members of Team B had already arrived.

But there were only three of them. One stayed behind to maintain order at the scene, while the other two went to find Zhao Tianxing and Celestial Skill.

The car couldn’t get through, so Zhang Hancheng had jumped out and sprinted over.

The moment he saw the scene, his vision went black.

Shen Xin was lying motionless, with a blood-covered Ding Yuwei watching over him.

Yang Zeran was also on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Where’s the ambulance!"

Zhang Hancheng stomped his foot in frustration, rushing forward to ask what had happened.

And then there was Shen Xin.

The huge lump on his head gave him a real scare. He couldn’t help but reach out and check his pulse to see if he was dead.

Thankfully, there was still a pulse.

Ding Yuwei’s mind was a mess, terrified that something would happen to Shen Xin, but she knew she still had a job to do.

She had vaguely heard what Shen Xin had said.

"Zhang Zhi, Shen Xin seemed certain. The person who attacked us is Li Siyu’s murderer."

The whole thing had been too sudden. She never expected their target to be the murderer, nor did she expect him to be so formidable in a fight.

"Who?"

Beside them, Liu Baoqing gasped. He never imagined Ding Yuwei would say something like that.

Zhang Hancheng’s mind went blank for a moment as well. His first thought was, ’How could that be?’

’Who is this guy?’

’One man taking down four police officers and a K-9, and a gunshot couldn’t even stop him... With that kind of combat prowess, Zhang Hancheng would have believed it if someone told him the man was special forces.’

’But why would someone like that murder Li Siyu?’

"Don’t talk. Just wait for the ambulance. It’ll be here any minute."

Zhang Hancheng’s expression was grim. It didn’t matter who this person was. He had assaulted police officers, and they couldn’t let him get away.

Turning his head, Zhang Hancheng spotted Wang Liang in the crowd, being held by the officers from Team B.

"Take him back to the station!"

Zhang Hancheng ordered coldly.

After the incident, Wang Liang had tried to stick around and watch the commotion. It was Ding Yuwei who remembered him and had her colleagues from Team B, who had just arrived, take him into custody.

"Hey, why are you arresting me again? This has nothing to do with me! The police are arresting someone!"

Wang Liang yelled frantically.

Zhang Hancheng didn’t even glance at him. He called over to Cui Xuesong, telling them to quickly organize a pursuit for the assailant. They needed to contact the command center and check the surveillance footage to see how the suspect escaped.

"Damn it, Zhang Zhi... Er Long is on his trail," Yang Zeran hastily reminded him.

Zhang Hancheng nodded. He told Zhang Yaxin to go to the parking lot to get the equipment and to find Celestial Skill as quickly as possible.

He himself followed Liu Baoqing and headed straight for the park’s surveillance room.

The entire Wetland Park was astonishingly large, nearly seven hundred hectares, and divided into many sections.

Each section had its own management office.

The two of them rushed to the park’s management office, made a beeline for the surveillance room, and quickly pulled up the footage of the scene.

There was a long-shot camera that had captured the fight in the greenbelt.

When he saw the man with the shoehorn face get up and viciously kick Shen Xin in the head, Zhang Hancheng’s heart clenched.

"Zhang Zhi, this guy..." Liu Baoqing’s expression was grim.

’He took on two of them... his combat ability is on a whole other level.’

Zhang Hancheng didn’t say a word and looked for footage from another camera.

He found it.

There was a close-up camera that had captured it very clearly.

As soon as the fight broke out, Yang Zeran and Zhao Tianxing had rushed over to provide backup.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, cornered the shoehorn-faced man, resulting in a sudden skirmish.

Zhao Tianxing, holding a retractable baton, shouted at him from a distance.

Behind him, Yang Zeran unhesitatingly drew his gun, apparently yelling for the shoehorn-faced man to stop.

But he didn’t stop.

In that instant, the surveillance footage showed the man lowering his body and weaving left and right with extreme speed.

Zhang Hancheng’s scalp tightened. He immediately guessed the man’s intention.

By lowering his body and weaving back and forth at a high frequency, he was trying to keep himself, Zhao Tianxing, and Yang Zeran aligned in a straight line.

In doing so, Zhao Tianxing was blocking Yang Zeran’s line of fire.

Meanwhile, he was rapidly closing in on Zhao Tianxing.

Perhaps because he thought they were only dealing with one person and had rushed over to help without seeing the man’s fighting ability, Zhao Tianxing had only drawn his baton, not his gun.

He was also completely unaware that he was blocking Yang Zeran’s line of fire. Seeing the shoehorn-faced man approach, he swung his baton.

The man raised his left arm and precisely caught Zhao Tianxing’s right wrist. At the same time, his right hand grabbed Zhao Tianxing’s clothes and he shoved forward with force.

He was still using Zhao Tianxing as a shield.

That’s why Yang Zeran, from behind, didn’t dare to shoot rashly and instead fired a warning shot into the air.

But it was useless.

The guy’s strength was immense; he charged toward Yang Zeran like a bull, using Zhao Tianxing to push forward.

Once he was close, the shoehorn-faced man suddenly exerted his strength. He twisted his left wrist to lock Zhao Tianxing’s arm, pulling him forward and off-balance. At the same time, his right hand slammed the back of Zhao Tianxing’s head into the ground.

The impact made both Zhang Hancheng’s and Liu Baoqing’s hearts pound. Even through the screen, they could feel how painful it must have been.

But the shoehorn-faced man wasn’t finished. He followed the momentum into a half-crouch.

With the two of them so close together, there was no way Yang Zeran dared to fire.

The shoehorn-faced man smoothly snatched the baton from Zhao Tianxing’s hand, spun around, and threw it like a projectile at Yang Zeran.

And his aim was perfect.

Yang Zeran instinctively raised his arm to block the baton.

In that opening, the shoehorn-faced man rushed forward.

He delivered a Bruce Lee-style shuffle side kick directly to Yang Zeran.

The force of the kick was unbelievably powerful. Yang Zeran was literally sent flying, knocked more than two meters away into the greenbelt.

Then, without pausing, the shoehorn-faced man turned and ran.

In the greenbelt, Yang Zeran didn’t get back up.

That single kick had broken his ribs.

In the surveillance room, even the security guard on duty let out a gasp. It was like watching a martial arts movie.