Chapter 272: A Close Encounter
Chapter 272: A Close Encounter
The next day, the bodies of two law enforcement officers were discovered, causing quite a stir.
However, the investigation progressed slowly due to limited clues and a lack of eyewitnesses.
As night fell, the lights were still on inside the law enforcement bureau.
But in the main hall, there were only a few people left, most having already gone home after work.
A figure sat in front of a computer, deep in thought, frowning at the screen.
On the screen were several images, one of which showed the two officers who had their necks snapped in Jiangcheng.
"Still looking?"
At that moment, a middle-aged man walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
"Old Song, it's getting late. Let's go home; this case won't be solved in a day or two."
Song Gang nodded but didn't move.
"Come on, let's go back together. I have something to tell you on the way," the middle-aged man said, urging Song Gang to leave.
With the middle-aged man's persistence, Song Gang reluctantly turned off the computer and followed him out.
The two men, having removed their uniforms, walked out of the law enforcement bureau, side by side.
After a while, the middle-aged man spoke up, "Old Song, you know, you really don't need to take this so seriously. Just look at those two who were killed. Do you know how they used to talk about you behind your back?"
"How did they talk about me?" Song Gang asked.
"They said... well, never mind, I won't say it." The middle-aged man gave a bitter smile.
"Anyway, it's not nice to hear. You know, the reason you were chosen as the deputy captain this time, instead of Zhang Hua, who has a good relationship with Director Lin, is..."
Song Gang shook his head, "But isn't this the order from the higher-ups?"
"Don't you find it strange? Why would the higher-ups choose you instead of someone else? Do you really think your upright and unyielding style has won the appreciation of the upper echelons?" The middle-aged man sounded anxious.
Song Gang remained silent for a moment before replying, "Regardless of the real reason, for now, I can use this identity to do what I can within my power."
"But you're in great danger right now!" The middle-aged man emphasized.
"Almost everyone in the bureau knows that the young masters from the inner city used their influence to get you this position, treating you like a toy. Have you ever thought about what would happen if they get bored of you? And what about those whose positions you took? They're definitely not happy about it, and once they know your background, they might not dare to do anything openly, but there could be some covert actions that you can't predict."
"Old Song, listen to my advice. Either you change and become like the others, or you should just resign from this position to avoid bringing trouble upon yourself!"
Song Gang shook his head upon hearing this.
"Those are just rumors, and I won't take them seriously. If they want to harm me, then bring it on. I'm Song Gang, and I'm not easily intimidated."
"You... Could you tone down your temper a little? Those people..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a cracking sound pierced the air.
A scratch appeared on Song Gang's face, and blood immediately gushed out.
"Slap!"
A sound echoed from a not-so-far-away tree, as if something had hit it.
"Run!!!"
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then shouted as he shouted, he pulled Song Gang and ran towards a hiding spot.
"Bang! Bang!"
Bullets flew towards them, some hitting the trees and creating large holes, while others struck the street lamps, splitting them in two. Fortunately, the two men managed to find a large rock and hide behind it.
"Huff... Huff..."
The middle-aged man was panting heavily.
Just now, he felt like he had narrowly escaped death.
As for Song Gang, a six to seven-centimeter-long wound was on his face, still oozing blood.
"Old Song, are you okay?"
He quickly asked.
"I'm fine."
At this moment, Song Gang had lost his usual composure.
He touched the wound on his face, his heart filled with lingering fear.
The heavy sniper rifle.
He had been targeted by a heavy sniper rifle.
To be honest, he hadn't realized what had happened just now, and he was completely caught off guard. It was only because he was dragged away that he managed to find a hiding spot.
However, he only noticed that a sniper had targeted him, and if the shot had been just a little off, it would have hit his head.
"Are you alright? You scared me to death. Thankfully you're okay."
The middle-aged man heaved a sigh of relief.
He glanced at the location of the sniper and said, "It's been a while since we heard any movement. The opponent has probably left, but let's stay here and not move, waiting for backup."
"Mhm."
Song Gang nodded.
He regained some of his usual composure.
However, if one looked closely, his body was still slightly trembling.
After all, he had just escaped death, and the thought of it made his heart race.
"Alright, wait for a couple of minutes, the backup will be here soon."
The middle-aged man hung up the communication and looked at Song Gang beside him, sighing.
"Old Song, you should've realized that they were targeting you, right? That bullet just now, if it had been a little off, would've hit your head. You're only a Tier 3 Force Warrior, and you don't have any defensive abilities. Even a regular rifle would've been fatal."
"Listen to my advice, and just resign from this position. I know you want to do some good, but is it worth risking your life? I'm afraid this assassination attempt is just the beginning. If you don't resign, the assassination won't stop. In the next few days, it's best not to go out. Stay at home and be safe. I don't believe those people would dare to be so bold as to enter the bureau and attack us!"
Upon hearing this, Song Gang fell into deep contemplation.
He truly didn't want to give up, and he wanted to use his limited power to do some good. But just because it had limited effect, did that mean he wouldn't do it?
However, that bullet just now could've taken his life, and what about the next time? Or the time after that? Could he rely on luck to escape every time?
(End of Chapter)
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