It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 527 [176] Murder in the Blood Rain

In the No. 53 settlement that is about to be completely abandoned, in a relatively spacious basement, two men were talking loudly, thinking that there was no one around.

One of them was a guy wearing a denim jacket, with a pointed face and retractable prosthetic eyes. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with something that looked like a landmine between his legs.

"Tarsier, can you smoke less e-cigarettes?" A sturdy man with a mohawk hairstyle and half of his body covered with prosthetics said, covering his nose. "It's okay to have the whole room full of smoke, but what if a bomb goes off? The Ni'an Society hasn't paid us the balance yet!"

The man known as "Tarsier" remained unmoved and continued to let the smoke from his electronic cigarette swirl around him, occasionally taking parts from the open tool box next to him.

"I'm an expert in bomb making. The phlogiston gunpowder in the bomb has been compressed to level 5, and the heat from the e-cigarette can't detonate it. Unless I press this remote control button..."

The tarsier pretended to press a button, which frightened the Mohawk man so much that he quickly snatched the remote control away.

"Oh no, I think I just touched the button!"

Compared to the panic-stricken Mohawk man, the tarsier is very relaxed.

"What are you afraid of? The remote control doesn't even have batteries installed yet..."

"Shh..." The Mohawk man suddenly put his finger in front of his mouth, "It seems someone broke in!"

The tarsier raised his head slightly: "Isn't he the one who helps us buy parts?"

"No! The footsteps are wrong! And he was so fast! The steel spike trap we set was clearly triggered, but we didn't hear any sound of him being injured!"

The Mohawk man looked nervous. He blocked the entrance to the basement, raised his right prosthetic arm, and a sharp long knife made of special steel extended from the front of the prosthesis.

However, Qin Jiandan's speed was several times faster than his! Before the Mohawk man could react, his right half of the body was split open by a longer and sharper black ice battle blade through the iron door!
"Ah!"

The Mohawk man lost his balance and fell to his knees. Since the lost parts were all prosthetics, he hardly bleeds, but he was also seriously injured.

Qin Jiandan quickly glanced around the room and saw the "tarsier" sitting in the middle of a pile of mine-like objects.

"I am the young master of the Night Dragon Society. Your conspiracy has been exposed. Surrender immediately!"

The tarsier, however, took a deep puff of its e-cigarette, and there wasn't much fear in its expression.

"This day has finally come... Actually, I've been suffering from phlogiston for quite some time. Finally, I can let my favorite bomb send me to the sky. I am very satisfied."

As he spoke, he opened his denim bomber jacket and attempted to press a hidden button inside.

Qin Jiandan was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He swung the Black Ice Blade without hesitation, cutting off the opponent's head, shoulder and half of his arm!
The tarsier's body fell to the ground. The Mohawk man was horrified and said, "Please spare me! Young Master, please spare me! I was coerced! This guy is a bomb maniac!"

Qin Jiandan was not sure that there were only two prisoners. He left the Mohegan man who had lost his ability to fight aside and patrolled the basement which was full of mine-like objects.

Well, there is no trace of the third person...

Qin Jiandan was just about to interrogate the Mohawk man, but he didn't expect that this guy actually stood up with one hand and one foot, and tried to escape by jumping around.

"Heh, there's a long staircase outside, are you going to jump up like this?"

Qin Jiandan didn't rush to chase after him, but heard a girl shouting, "Raise your hands!"

Eh? Why didn't Little Orange listen and stay outside? Who told you to follow me down here?

Qin Jiandan hurriedly accelerated, but the Mohawk man had already attacked Han Shiyu.

The staircase was narrow and dark, and was filled with steel spike traps that were destroyed after being triggered by Qin Jiandan. Han Shiyu accidentally tripped while dodging the attack.

"Hahahaha!" The Mohawk man was proud. "If I can't beat the young master of the Night Dragon Society, how can I beat you? Look at the "Plasma Iron Sand Palm" I have practiced for many years!"

After losing her balance, Han Shiyu immediately stepped on the side wall of the stairwell, using the force to adjust her body posture, and was able to barely avoid the opponent's palm attack.

However, the side of her chin was still slightly scratched, and it became slightly red and swollen. Han Shiyu was very angry after suffering a loss. After regaining her balance, she hit the Mohawk man's abdomen with a knee!
The Mohawk man had practiced martial arts for many years and his lower body was very stable, but now he only had half of his body left and he couldn't help but be shocked and took two steps back.

Han Shiyu rushed forward and suddenly thrust the melta gun in her hand into the Mohawk man's wide-open mouth. The action was so rough that it directly broke several teeth in his mouth.

The basement was already filled with the smell of smoke, which had now spread outward due to the fight.

Han Shiyu covered her nose with the hand that wasn't holding the gun and said angrily, "How dare you hit me in the face? You smoke such a stinky e-cigarette, and you hit me in the face?"

The Mohawk man regretted it so much that blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He hurriedly raised his hands to explain: "It's not me! I wasn't the one smoking!"

Han Shiyu pulled the trigger hard! After a very short charging buzz, the hot melt beam exploded in the man's mouth, causing a small range of shock and splashing a large amount of red and white things!

Qin Jiandan, who came from the basement, quickly retreated to avoid being crushed by blood, flesh and bone fragments.

After such a cruel execution, Han Shiyu stood at a higher place to admire the ashes rising from the high temperature and the residues settling down after cooling. The orange in her eyes was almost dyed blood red. Vale was right. Han Shiyu was really crazy when she caught the criminals! So Han Shiyu's rain was the rain of blood!

The Mohawk man had lost his hairstyle and his entire head, and the remaining part fell heavily to the ground. Han Shiyu kicked his body as she walked down.

Qin Jiandan looked unhappy: "Why don't you stay outside to keep watch? He was originally alive, and if you kill him, all the clues for tracking down the case will be cut off."

Han Shiyu looked at the situation in the basement behind Qin Jiandan. There were some objects similar to mines next to the two halves of the "tarsier".

"What bad luck. Now we can only investigate those who bought the bomb parts for them. I also want to show off in front of my brother-in-law, so I came down by myself~"

Qin Jiandan noticed that Han Shiyu's hand holding the gun was shaking a little, and half of his body was shaking, but it didn't seem like he was shaking out of fear.

"Brother-in-law." In the basement where there was no living person anymore, surrounded by two corpses, Xiao Chengzi approached Qin Jiandan softly with expectant eyes and a warm smile.

"Brother-in-law..."

The second call was right next to Qin Jiandan's ear, and he could clearly feel the hot breath exhaled by the girl.

Qin Jiandan took a step to the side impatiently: "What?"

“…I’m not wearing anything under my police uniform.”

I don’t know whether Han Shiyu is telling the truth or lying, but her intention to seduce Qin Jiandan is very obvious.

Little Orange seemed very excited after executing the prisoner. Her face was probably hotter than the barrel of the hot melt gun that had just been fired.

Qin Jiandan stretched out his hand to stop the other party from getting closer, and rebuked her, "I will not attack Mu Yue's cousin. You can't treat killing criminals as enjoyment. Even if killing is necessary in certain circumstances, it's just a job."

Seeing Qin Jiandan's cold attitude, Han Shiyu blew on the muzzle of the gun, and after the temperature dissipated, she put it back into her service belt.

"Humph, when I think about my chopped-off little hands and feet being left out there and possibly being used as toys by some pervert, I can't wait to shove a gun into every criminal's mouth and blow their brains out of the back of their heads!"

Qin Jiandan had to admit that Han Shiyu's worry was not impossible. The Han family itself had a collector who liked hands.

Han Shiyu used both hands to tidy up her hair, making the orange part at the edge look more shiny, and she gradually recovered from her previous frenzy.

"Brother-in-law, do you know? The orange mutation in my body appeared when I was in the regeneration chamber when I was 6 years old. I think it was a mission given to me by God to punish all criminals."

"I was very happy every time I executed them, happier than happy. The cases handled by my cousin had a high clearance rate, while the death rate of prisoners in the cases handled by me was very high..."

"That's nothing to brag about!" Qin Jiandan said angrily, "You don't have to stay to investigate the bomb incident. I will let Yelonghui find clues on their own."

Han Shiyu pouted and acted coquettishly: "Is my brother-in-law angry? You should escort me back to the cannery, right? There is a police car parked there. I should be safe there. I won't be caught by someone first..."

Qin Jiandan coughed to stop Han Shiyu from finishing the next words.

"I'll take you back to the opposite side of the cannery, and then you drive back to the inner city as soon as possible. Don't delay!"

Although Han Shiyu had a walkie-talkie, it could only communicate with other walkie-talkies. Qin Jiandan walked out of the basement and walked a distance before finding a public telephone booth. He called the Sorrow Cloud Group and asked them to send someone to deal with the bomb and corpse in the basement.

Next, Qin Jiandan took some time to escort Han Shiyu to the canning factory and found her police car parked next to the cake shop.

Rui Shuang ate a whole cake, and after waiting for a long time, her father did not come back, but she saw Wang You. Jiang Chou Yun took Rui Shuang, Wang You and others to a nearby good-quality restaurant for lunch.

Han Shiyu found the police car but was in no hurry to leave. She curiously looked through the glass window at the people who were resting after their meal in the restaurant.

"Eh? Is that furry guy the leader of the Sorrow Cloud Team? Take this opportunity to introduce him to me. He will be my subordinate in the future anyway. That little girl is... the clone you and your cousin adopted, the one named Rui Shuang?"

Without waiting for Qin Jiandan's consent, Han Shiyu pushed open the revolving door of the restaurant and said to the two members of the Sorrow Cloud Team who came to stop her: "Didn't you see that the young master and I are together? Don't you want to make progress in the future?"

Seeing the young master follow in, the two guards stepped aside. Han Shiyu greeted Jiang Chouyun behind the table in a familiar manner.

"Hello, I am Mu Yue's cousin Han Shiyu. Although I am only a first-class superintendent now, I may become the chief of police and the head of the Han family in the future."

Jiang Chouyun frowned and did not respond immediately.

Han Shiyu saw Ruishuang sitting between Jiang Chouyun and Wangyou again. Her long black straight hair looked exactly like the 12-year-old Mu Yue.

Rui Shuang wanted dessert after lunch. Jiang Chouyun remembered Qin Jiandan's request and did not agree. She was in a bad mood now.

"Who are you? What did Dad do with you?"

Han Shiyu rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "I am your aunt now, and I may be your stepmother in the future."

(End of this chapter)