141: Chapter 141 Thunder Cannon: A Divine Soldier Descends from the Sky!

Su Yun sat in front of the screen, his face as cold as ice.

"Kuoshao!"

"Turn the phone volume to the maximum!"

Kuoshao, hiding behind the money tree outside the door, had long since pissed himself in fear, his crotch soaked.

Hearing Su Yun's command, he obeyed subconsciously, his trembling fingers pressing the volume button to the max.

The next second.

An aged, hoarse voice, laced with sobs, suddenly exploded at the entrance of the VIP lounge.

"Jinzi..."

As soon as these three words came out.

The air in the entire lounge seemed to be sucked out instantly.

The fake smile on Zhao Tai's face froze.

The two bodyguards reaching for their lower backs also froze.

And Chen Jin.

He looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body trembling violently.

He whipped his head around, staring fixedly at the money tree by the door.

That voice.

He had heard it countless times in his dreams.

It was the voice of Xiangyang's mother.

"Jinzi, is that you?"

Wu Xiulan's voice came through the phone speaker, accompanied by static, yet it was so real it made one want to cry.

"Mother... Mother is watching you."

Chen Jin's lips trembled, and tears streamed down his face, washing over his grease-stained skin.

He opened his mouth, emitting a raspy, rattling sound from his throat, but he couldn't get that word out.

It had been fifteen years.

He had wanted to call this old woman countless times to call her "Mother."

But he didn't dare.

He was a rat in the gutter, a fugitive with lives on his hands.

He was afraid of dirtying her ears.

"Child, I know everything now."

On the other end, Wu Xiulan was sobbing, unable to catch her breath.

"Master Su told me everything."

"For these fifteen years, it has been you who has been supporting this old woman."

"I haven't spent a single one of those five hundred yuan you sent every month; I've saved them all."

"I originally thought, when Xiangyang came back one day, I would use it for his wedding."

"Now I know, Xiangyang isn't coming back."

"But I still have you!"

The old woman's voice suddenly rose an octave, hoarse and heartbreaking.

"Jinzi! Don't do anything foolish!"

"Let's hand that scumbag over to the police; we won't trade our lives for his!"

"Your life was exchanged for Xiangyang's; it is precious!"

"Come back, okay?"

"From now on, you are my child."

"I'll make dumplings for you, pork and scallion filling. Xiangyang loved those the most, and you love them too, right?"

Each call was like a heavy hammer, smashing the hard shell on Chen Jin to pieces.

The dead man walking who wanted to drag everyone to hell was gone.

In his place.

Was a man who felt as wronged as a child.

"Mother..."

Chen Jin finally called out.

This cry of "Mother" was gut-wrenching.

He went limp, slowly sliding down against the wall.

The hand pressing the detonator also dropped, his thumb releasing that lethal red button.

At that very moment.

A flash of malice crossed Zhao Tai's eyes.

Opportunity!

This old fox had been waiting for this moment!

He didn't hesitate at all, not even bothering to maintain his hypocritical facade.

He lunged to the side, rolling into the blind spot of the sofa.

At the same time, he made a throat-slitting gesture to the two bodyguards.

"Do it!"

The two bodyguards were also trained professionals and reacted extremely quickly.

Almost at the same time as Zhao Tai's movement, two dark gun barrels were raised, pointing directly at the center of Chen Jin's forehead.

The audience in the livestream screamed in terror.

"Watch out!"

"No!"

"That old dog is so treacherous!"

Chen Jin was still crying and hadn't reacted at all.

Just as those fingers were about to pull the triggers.

Right then.

Su Yun's cold voice, like a countdown from the Grim Reaper, echoed in the livestream.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Crash!

A loud bang.

The floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the VIP lounge, designed for lighting, was violently kicked in from the outside.

Countless shards of glass sprayed in like a rainstorm.

Immediately after.

Two black iron canisters were thrown in, rolling right to the feet of the two bodyguards.

"What's that?"

One of the bodyguards just lowered his head to look.

Boom! Boom!

Two blinding white lights exploded in the small room, accompanied by a deafening roar.

Flashbangs!

The two bodyguards only felt a flash of white, their ears ringing, their brains feeling like mush.

They couldn't hold onto their guns, which clattered to the ground.

"Police! Don't move!"

"Get down! Everyone get down!"

A burly figure, like a tiger descending from the mountain, charged in with a riot shield.

It was Lei Dapao!

This guy had been holding back a belly full of fire; now that he was acting, he was more savage than a bandit.

He didn't even look at the two bodyguards screaming while covering their eyes.

He charged straight toward Zhao Tai, who was hiding behind the sofa.

Zhao Tai just wanted to reach for the gun at his lower back to resist.

Lei Dapao used the riot shield in his hand for a shield bash, smashing it hard into Zhao Tai's face.

Bang!

This shield bash was powerful and heavy, smashing Zhao Tai's face into a mess, his gold-rimmed glasses shattering into pieces, plastered across his face mixed with nosebleed.

"Ah!"

Zhao Tai let out a miserable scream, completely dazed by the blow.

Before he could recover.

Lei Dapao had already discarded the shield and pounced on him, his knee pressing firmly against Zhao Tai's neck, grinding that well-maintained face into the floor.

"Zhao Kun! Run, you bastard!"

"Try running again and let me see!"

Lei Dapao roared until his voice cracked, all the while twisting Zhao Tai's hands behind his back, and with a click, slapped on those silver bracelets that were fifteen years late.

Meanwhile.

Several other fully armed SWAT officers rushed toward Chen Jin in the corner.

They cooperated with extreme tacit understanding.

Two people held Chen Jin's shoulders, while another, with quick eyes and fast hands, snatched the detonator from his hand and carefully cut the connecting wires.

Crisis averted.

Only then.

Did the two million-plus viewers in the livestream dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Holy crap! That was so cool!"

"Captain Lei is awesome! That shield bash made even my scalp tingle!"

"This coordination is perfect! Master Su's calculations are divine!"

"This is the Chinese police! So epic!"

In the lounge.

The dust slowly settled.

Zhao Tai lay on the ground like a dead dog, spitting out blood foam, his arrogant demeanor long gone.

And Chen Jin in the corner.

Was helped to his feet by two SWAT officers.

He did not resist, nor did he look at anyone.

His eyes were fixed on the phone in the money tree by the door.

The phone screen was still lit.

That was his only concern.

Lei Dapao handed Zhao Tai over to his subordinates to be taken away, then walked up to Chen Jin.

This burly man, looking at the man before him covered in detonators, looking neither human nor ghost, actually felt his eyes turn red.

He knew.

This was not a criminal.

This was a hero.

A fool who used his life to guard a promise.

Lei Dapao took a deep breath and pulled an evidence bag from his pocket.

It was what had just been searched from Zhao Tai's personal safe.

Inside was a rusted police badge.

The edges of the badge were worn, and it was stained with dried, blackened blood.

That was the relic stolen by Zhao Kun fifteen years ago when Li Xiangyang sacrificed himself.

This old venomous creature had kept it as a trophy for fifteen years.