Chapter 895 - 726: Congratulate Me, Then Kill...

Chapter 895: Chapter 726: Congratulate Me, Then Kill...

Li Shang stood blankly by the car that nearly became his metallic coffin, face pale and cold sweat still clinging to his temples.

He turned back with lingering fear, looking at the two shocking, gigantic craters not far behind him.

The soil around the edges of the pits was charred black, with wisps of acrid black smoke stubbornly rising from the bottom, twisting and merging into the gray sky.

The shattered stones at the bottom of the pits were vitrified by the intense heat, emitting residual warmth, as if hell had just opened its mouth twice here.

The post-crisis exhaustion crashed over his nerves like a tide; his legs were slightly weak, and he had to lean against the car for support to stand firm.

The door of another car was violently pushed open, and Chang Erbing almost rolled out, stumbling before finally steadying himself beside Li Shang.

His face looked even worse than Li Shang’s, with lips turning blue, and his legs were as limp as overcooked noodles, uncontrollably trembling slightly as he stood next to Li Shang.

Chang Erbing swallowed hard, his throat tight and dry, his voice trembling as he spoke to Li Shang:

"Li... Captain Li... just a little bit, really just a bit more, and we both would have been blown to bits."

Li Shang had a grim look on his face, staring intently at the two smoking craters, with suppressed fear and surging anger deep in his eyes.

He shook his head, his voice deep and certain:

"It was a close call. But Erbing, you’re wrong."

He turned to face Chang Erbing, speaking with conviction:

"Those two missiles had a very clear target; it was either your car or aiming for mine, so you just had a scare; I was the one who truly walked past death’s gate."

Li Shang paused, muttering to himself:

"Luckily, Feng Mu was in the car; he saved me."

Li Shang said this, looking into the distance, his brows tightly furrowed, his voice lowered, filled with deep suspicion:

"By the way, Erbing, with your judgment... you say, were those two missiles meant to kill me... or Feng Mu?"

Upon hearing this, the faintly calmed resentment and fear in Chang Erbing’s heart surged back up:

"Captain Li, your analysis is right, but there’s no need to showcase your brilliant reasoning here because you have no idea what happened in my car.

Yes, you’re not wrong; those two missiles indeed seemed to have eyes, wanting to bypass my car and head straight for yours. But the problem was, it couldn’t withstand there being a madman in my car, who wanted to crash into it willingly."

"Just a bit more... really just a tiny bit more..."

Chang Erbing screamed wildly in his mind,

"I’m not exaggerating; he really almost succeeded."

However, these words spun around in Chang Erbing’s throat a few times and he finally swallowed them back hard.

While he grumbled internally, he quickly glanced at Liu Yi standing not far away, who was fully focused on staring at the grass.

He inwardly cursed: "Madmen! A bunch of incomprehensible madmen!"

But after the cursing, a feeling of envy even he was unwilling to admit quietly grew from the crevices in his heart.

Not only are they madmen, but also a group of unusually united madmen, this kind of collective atmosphere is so... so stirring and desirable.

It’s a pity, in our Patrol Office, we’ve never had such a collective atmosphere?

Why is that?

Is it a problem with the system, or the people?

It can’t be just because our Patrol Office lacks a charismatic leader like Feng Mu, can it?!!

Ugh, pfft pfft~

I must be going crazy. I’m actually starting to find these madmen particularly charming!!!

Chang Erbing involuntarily fell into a reverie.

Seeing Chang Erbing’s gazing off into the distance, face changing unpredictably, seemingly not yet fully recovered from the great fright, Li Shang also did not continue to question further.

In his heart, he had already found a correct answer.

"Enough, regardless of whether the missiles were for me or Feng Mu, they almost killed both of us. I truly owe Feng Mu a life now."

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and walked towards Tian Xiaohai, who was vigilantly standing around, tentatively asking:

"Feng Mu went ahead alone, and we’re just standing here without moving? Shouldn’t... we go over together to help?"

The distance to the battlefield wasn’t exactly close, flashes of light could be seen, dust flying, and occasionally, loud explosions sounded; the specific battle situation and the danger of the details in combat were not visible clearly.

But it was obvious, even just thinking with your toes, that it must be extremely dangerous over there.

At this moment, Li Shang was willing to open his mouth to suggest "helping out," even if largely as a gesture, a display recognizing the debt of gratitude for saving his life, but it was enough to prove that in his heart, he adhered to the principle of acknowledging and reciprocating kindness.

Tian Xiaohai, hearing this, had a light of intention flashing in his eyes.

In fact, the moment Feng Mu rushed out, he wanted to follow and rush up.

To him, wherever his godfather was, he should be there too.

But his godfather ran too fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye, and he simply couldn’t catch up.

On the side, Liu Yi quickly walked over, firmly stopping him, said:

"The Minister’s orders are for us to stay here, protect Captain Li, and until the Minister issues new instructions, it’s best not to act rashly and do anything dangerous."

Chang Erbing, listening from the side, rolled his eyes to the heavens, inwardly grumbling madly, you’re only realizing now what’s called dangerous.

Tian Xiaohai furrowed his brows, just about to rebut.

Beside him, Gong Qi sinisterly smiled and said:

"Enough, stop arguing. I already notified the family at once, though it probably wasn’t necessary.

With that big of a firework display earlier, as long as they’re not blind, the family must have seen it long ago, and now, people... must be already on the way."

Gong Qi, having been influenced by Feng Mu for a long time, had gotten used to calling the Second Prison his home in daily life.

As if to validate his words, his eyes suddenly narrowed to slits, his whole aura swiftly becoming more like that of a venomous snake.

He raised his hand, pointing faintly towards the far end of the highway:

"Look, here they come!"

Everyone followed his gaze and looked over.

On the straight road, a long black serpent appeared.

It was a convoy of about ten armed prison transport vehicles, perhaps?

The uncertainty was because, when does a prison transport vehicle have bulletproof armor plating, not to mention covered in crude weld marks and reinforcements, clearly illegally modified.

Each window was refitted to be exceptionally narrow, like the firing ports of a bunker.

All these aside, the most over-the-top thing was some rooftops had been retrofit with heavy weapon mounts, hard to discern the models from afar, but clearly large, black, and full of firepower, with a menacing appearance.

If it weren’t for the words "Prison Transport" clearly sprayed with blue flags on the side of the vehicles, identification would indeed be tricky.

At the moment, this fleet of prison transports was linked end to end, engines roaring with a deep and furious growl, speeding towards them at amazing speed.

Their wheels frantically crushed the damaged asphalt road, kicking up a sky full of dust, like a ground-level sandstorm sweeping in, or like the scales and dust raised by a giant snake in motion, with an immensely intimidating momentum, as if to devour and crush all obstacles ahead.

Chang Erbing’s eyes widened, his pupils constricted slightly with shock.

He subconsciously raised his hand, vigorously rubbing his sockets, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He slightly turned his head, in disbelief, whispered to Li Shang with a heavy face:

"What the heck, Captain Li, if I’m not mistaken, that looks like prison transport vehicles, but something seems off about those vehicles?"

Li Shang did not immediately respond, as his mind was also overwhelmed with shock, equally if not more so than Chang Erbing.

His brain raced, countless terrifying speculative thoughts bubbling up like boiling water.

One moment he was thinking, what exactly has Feng Mu been doing within the Second Prison, could this be the pilot reform, turning the prison into a military base?

But then where did the manpower come from, it couldn’t have just relied on the original prison guards?