77: Chapter 77 The Special Task Force in the Rainy Night!

"Hahahaha!"

Su Yun suddenly laughed out loud.

He laughed until tears were almost streaming down his face.

"I'm saved!"

"This is a massive profit! I've hit the jackpot!"

Although the system said it required a "very high amount" of merit points, it didn't specify exactly how much.

But at least this gave him something to look forward to!

As long as there is a path, distance is not a problem.

At worst, it just meant catching a few more criminals and doing a few more livestreams.

Su Yun took a few deep breaths to barely calm his excited heart.

He closed his eyes and felt the newly acquired knowledge in his mind.

Now, the way he perceived things was completely different.

He looked down at his palms.

His nails were slightly pale, a sign of insufficient Qi and blood.

The veins on his wrists were slightly raised, indicating that his liver fire was a bit high.

He pressed on the web between his thumb and index finger, feeling a bit of soreness—a sign of gastrointestinal imbalance.

With just one glance, he had identified most of the ailments in his own body.

This was the miraculous nature of the Ghost Valley Medical Arts.

"It seems that in the future, I can not only be a fortune-telling master but also moonlight as a miracle doctor."

Su Yun rubbed his chin, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"This business scope is getting a bit broad."

"If I encounter someone who doesn't believe in fate in the future, I'll just take their pulse first and tell them they're sick."

"Then I'll charge them for the cure; that's called a double harvest."

If the system knew its host was using such god-tier medical skills for sales pitches, it would probably be so angry it would unbind on the spot.

Su Yun glanced at the panel.

[Host: Su Yun] [Strength: 8.3 (Average human peak: 10)] [Spirit: 8.8 (Average human peak: 10)] [Physique: 8.2 (Average human peak: 10)] [Charm: 8.0 (Average human peak: 10)] [Cultivation: None] [Skills: Tianji Divine Calculation (Three free uses daily), Golden Light Spell · Beginner, Ghost Valley Medical Arts · Fragment] [Remaining Lifespan: 179 days...] [merit points: 500 points]

Looking at the remaining 500 merit points, Su Yun resisted the urge to continue drawing.

Quit while you're ahead.

Gamblers always lose.

His luck today had already exhausted his ancestral fortune; continuing to draw would surely result in nothing but "Thanks for participating."

Besides, these 500 points had to be saved for emergencies.

If he ever encountered an urgent matter or needed to save someone with his medical skills, it would be awkward to have no merit points.

"Time to sleep!"

Su Yun closed the system panel and happily crawled under the covers.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

The night view of Jiangcheng City remained bustling, with neon lights flickering.

Su Yun lay in bed but didn't fall asleep immediately.

He tried to activate the Golden Light Spell.

A faint golden light lit up under the covers, bringing him an unprecedented sense of security.

Su Yun slept exceptionally soundly that night.

Even the cancer pain that had tormented him for so long seemed to have eased significantly.

...

Late at night, a heavy rainstorm fell on Jiangcheng.

However, this rain was a bit strange.

If one didn't check the weather forecast, one might think some deity had poked a giant hole in the sky.

Raindrops as big as beans pounded on the roof of the car, making a pitter-patter noise that was maddening to hear.

On the outskirts of the city, at the abandoned wharf.

The hustle and bustle of the past was long gone here, leaving only a few dilapidated warehouses standing lonely by the pitch-black river.

From time to time, a bolt of lightning would tear through the night sky, illuminating the pale outlines of these warehouses, followed by a rumbling thunder that shook the ground.

In the bushes two hundred meters away from Warehouse No. 3.

Over a dozen pairs of eyes were staring fixedly in that direction.

"Captain Lei, all teams are in position."

The voice of the SWAT team leader, Old Hei, came through the earpiece, kept very low and almost inaudible amidst the sound of the rain.

Lei Dapao wiped the rainwater from his face; his dark, weathered face was as tense as an iron plate at this moment.

He didn't speak, just nodded at the night vision device and then signaled "stand by."

As the "anchor" of the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Detachment, Lei Dapao was famous for his ferocious approach to solving cases.

But today, he was exceptionally cautious.

One could even say he was a bit nervous.

Because the person they were going to catch today was not an ordinary petty thief, but "Sister Hong," who had been a headache for the entire Jiangcheng Police for several years.

This woman was the mastermind behind the human trafficking network in this area.

Through Zhao Laosan and Wang Dafu, who had been captured earlier, the police followed the trail and finally pointed to this codename.

This was an extremely cunning opponent.

How cunning?

For several whole years, the police didn't even know what she looked like, how old she was, or anything about her.

They only knew she had connections that reached the heavens and possessed extremely strong anti-reconnaissance skills, having slipped away right under the police's noses several times.

They were only able to lock onto this location this time because the new guy in the technical department had analyzed tens of thousands of surveillance data points day and night, finally capturing a suspicious signal yesterday afternoon.

"If I let her get away this time, I'll write my name backward!"

Lei Dapao made a fierce vow in his heart.

He turned his head and glanced at Qin Yumo, who was crouching beside him.

The girl wasn't wearing her police uniform today; she had on a black tactical vest covered by a rainproof jacket, with her hair tied back, making her look exceptionally capable.

At this moment, she was gripping her Type 92 pistol tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.

Rainwater flowed down her cap brim, dripping onto the tip of her nose, but she didn't even wipe it away.

"Nervous?"

Lei Dapao asked in a low voice.

Qin Yumo took a deep breath and shook her head: "No, I'm just thinking about the child in that cellar and that poor father."

Last time in Dahuai Tree Village, although the police had rescued Li Le.

The residual bloodstains in that cellar and the scratch marks on the walls left Qin Yumo feeling incredibly depressed.

Those human traffickers were not human at all; they were beasts.

And this "Sister Hong" was the ringleader of these beasts.

"Don't think too much."

Lei Dapao patted her shoulder, "Tonight, we'll take this whole bunch of bastards down in one go."

Just then, Old Hei's voice came through the earpiece again.

"Captain Lei, the observation post reports movement of lights inside the warehouse. The target might be about to relocate!"

Lei Dapao's eyes narrowed.

They couldn't wait any longer!

These rats had too keen a sense of smell; the slightest disturbance would cause them to flee.

He suddenly raised his wrist and checked the time.

2:15 AM.

It was the time when people were deepest in sleep, and also when the monsters and demons were least vigilant.

"Move!"

As soon as these two words popped out of Lei Dapao's mouth, the previously deathly silent bushes instantly came alive.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled gunshots rang out, and the two extremely concealed cameras at the warehouse entrance were instantly shot out.

Immediately after, seven or eight fully armed SWAT officers, like cheetahs, took advantage of the cover of the night and the heavy rain to lunge toward the warehouse gate.

Qin Yumo didn't hesitate for a second either, rushing out behind Lei Dapao.

Muddy water splashed high under their feet, but no one cared about that.

Everyone had a fire burning in their hearts.

A fire to seek justice for those trafficked children and broken families.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

The SWAT team's breacher was already in position.

"Breach!"

With a low roar, the hydraulic battering ram slammed heavily into that rusty iron gate.

Boom!

The iron gate swung open in response, emitting a teeth-grinding sound of twisting metal.

"Flashbang!"

Old Hei shouted, and smoothly threw two pitch-black cylinders inside.

Buzz!

Two blinding flashes exploded inside the warehouse, accompanied by a deafening noise, instantly illuminating the entire space as if it were broad daylight.

"Police! Don't move!"

"Get down! Hands on your heads!"

"Don't move!"