Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 864 Car Chase in the Alley, Shooting Ensues (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
Who would dare to drive a Jeep and race police cars in the capital at night?
The dialect led to many speculations about the people in the jeep.

There weren't many obvious traces on the Jeep that had just flashed by.

Is this car theirs, or did they steal it?

If it belongs to them, then they are most likely children of high-ranking officials or privileged families.

Only they would dare to do that.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it was some audacious person from a certain organization.

If it wasn't their own car, then it must have been stolen from somewhere else.

These days, car anti-theft features are practically useless, especially for domestically produced Jeeps. Anyone who wants to steal one can easily tamper with it and drive it away. People can't make money in the city these days, so when a few of them get together and start thinking, they're capable of anything.

Fang Yan's activities are limited to the city center, making it difficult for him to come into contact with these people. In the past, when he was running around Beijing Institute of Technology every day, he had encountered pickpockets on buses, and even those who were caught and directly robbed with knives.

Regardless of the reason, if you want to know who was driving the car that almost hit you, you have to go up and block them.

Fang Yan drove the Mercedes-Benz W116 450SE, the engine roaring loudly, the 4.5-liter V8's ferocious power instantly tearing through the night.

Fang Yan rested one hand on the leather steering wheel, while the other hand swiftly shifted gears, the instrument panel needles nearing the redline.

In the afterimages slashed by the headlights, the taillights of two jeeps ahead were getting closer and closer.

Then they started driving alongside the police cars.

The police cars that were giving chase were clearly taken aback. They were already going at top speed when a rare luxury car suddenly caught up from behind at an extremely high speed.

They looked into the car and then saw a familiar face.

"Instructor Fang!?"

Fang Yan has won awards at the municipal bureau and has also taught courses on trace evidence tracing. In addition, he is frequently featured in newspapers, so many police officers know him.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan knew it was a student from his trace evidence studies class.

I took a look, and sure enough, it was.

The other person was sitting in the passenger seat.

"I'll go after them for you!" Fang Yan shouted loudly.

Without waiting for the other party's reaction, the Mercedes accelerated again at that speed, shaking off the police car behind and closing in on the speeding Jeep.

A moment later, the Mercedes, like a black cheetah, bit the rear of the jeep in front.

And it's still getting closer.

At this point, Fang Yan could also see the license plate of the car in front clearly. It wasn't the military license plate like those of Xie Lao's car; it was an ordinary license plate from some organization.

Fang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the other party had been a member of a privileged family, things would have been very difficult to handle.

Of course, even if it is, it will only be a little more troublesome and will not affect catching the other party.

The tires of the Mercedes-Benz W116 450SE screeched on Jianguomen Street. Fang Yan glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that the police car that had been left behind had turned into two red dots.

The jeep in front swerved sharply from side to side, trying to shake off the Mercedes that had suddenly appeared behind it.

Suddenly, it made a sharp turn and disappeared into Dongzongbu Hutong, kicking up a cloud of dust from its rear.

"We've entered a side road!" Old Hu gripped the leather handle above the car door tightly and warned Fang Yan.

Fang Yan suddenly slammed on the brakes, the tires scraping against the stone pavement, and the rear of the car swept sideways as it drifted into the narrow alley.

Old Hu almost got stuck to the car door, but luckily he had fastened his seatbelt earlier.

He never expected that the dialect would drift.

The driver of the jeep ahead was clearly familiar with the terrain, weaving through the alleys three times in succession, and soon disappeared in front of Fang Yan and his group.

However, Fang Yan did not give up and continued to chase after it like a ghost, moving nimbly through the alleys and soon reappearing behind the jeep.

Old Hu was dumbfounded. If he were on this road, he would definitely have scraped it and caused sparks to fly.

As it turned out, neither Fang Yan nor the Jeep in front of him were hurt at all, especially Fang Yan, even though the Mercedes W116 450SE is a very large car, much wider than the Jeep.

When the other jeep realized it couldn't shake off the dialect, it immediately started looking for even smaller alleys to squeeze into.

As the vehicle wound its way through the alley, it kept scraping against the brick walls, and the sparks flying from the ground indicated that the road ahead was making the Jeep's driving skills somewhat strained.

But Fang Yan still followed, the large Mercedes moving like an eel, completely avoiding the wall.

And getting closer.

The jeep in front was clearly panicked.

Just as they were about to turn, Fang Yan suddenly turned on his high beams, and the bright light shone directly into the driver's cab through the other driver's rear window.

The jeep suddenly skidded, its rear wheels kicking up clouds of yellow dust.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Fang Yan shouted to Lao Hu:
"It's going to crash!"

Then, with a sudden acceleration, the Mercedes' crash beam made close contact with the Jeep in front.

With a loud "bang," the jeep crashed into the wall at the corner.

With a loud clang of metal colliding, the Mercedes' crash beam caused the Jeep's rear end to dent.

Three masked men staggered open the car door and rolled out of the vehicle.

One of them suddenly pulled out a strangely shaped homemade gun from his pocket and pointed it at Fang Yan and his group's car.

Fang Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and he slammed on the gas. With a "whoosh," the Mercedes lurched forward, sending the Jeep swerving and crashing into the masked man. "Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the jeep shielded Fang Yan and his companions from the bullets.

Fang Yan backed up again, then stepped on the gas, causing the Mercedes to ram into the Jeep and press it against the wall.

Then screams came from ahead.

It was obvious that the perpetrator was run over by the car.

"Stay hidden in the car."

After speaking in dialect, ignoring Lao Hu's terrified expression, he darted out of the car window like a nimble monkey.

After getting out of the car, he pulled out the silver needles from his wristband, squatted down, and crawled under the jeep. Through the view from under the car, he saw a thug trapped between the jeep and the brick wall, unable to move.

Of the other two thugs, one was trying to save someone, while the other, who was holding a gun, seemed to be torn between continuing to shoot or running away.

Without saying a word, Fang Yan suddenly appeared from under the jeep like a ghost.

He aimed two flying needles at the masked man with the gun, aiming them at his eyes.

"Ah!" The other person screamed and dropped the gun, covering his face.

Fang Yan kicked him in the groin, sending him sprawling to the ground with a muffled roar.

This all happened in less than three seconds.

The thug who was rescuing the person heard the commotion and turned around, only to see a pair of fists looming large in front of him.

"Bang!" He took a solid punch.

He collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

Seeing this, another bandit pinned against the wall reached into his pocket to rummage for something.

Fang Yan grabbed his shoulders, squeezed and pulled, and his arms instantly drooped down.

"Ouch!" The kid yelled in pain.

Fang Yan delivered another punch, knocking the person unconscious on the spot.

Fang Yan looked around and into the car, but didn't see anyone else.

The neighbors in the surrounding alleys heard the commotion and were about to come out to check, but when the gunshot rang out, they all went back inside in fright.

Hearing the screams outside, they were so frightened that they dared not make a sound.

"Are you... alright?" Old Hu poked his head out from the gap in the back of the jeep and asked Fang Yan.

"No, it's all over." Fang Yan pointed to the three bandits he had taken down.

Looking at the dialect under the streetlights, Lao Hu felt like he was a god of war.

The police arrived shortly afterward.

Old Hu then realized that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"Instructor Fang! Are you... alright?" The police officer, after a quick check of the scene, came over and asked Fang Yan.

"It's alright, they fired one shot, but they didn't hit us," Fang Yan said to the police, leaning against the slightly smoking Mercedes.

Old Hu squatted down and picked up the modified gun scattered on the ground: "This is a modified one for my own use. Luckily, it's only enough to fire two shots. If I had used a standard-issue pistol, it would have been dangerous."

Having handled guns abroad, Lao Hu has a fairly clear understanding of firearms.

He didn't see Fang Yan make a move, but he was terrified when he realized what was happening.

"Who is this person?" Fang Yan asked the police officer.

The other party said:

"These people are receivers of stolen goods. We just caught them dealing in the stolen goods, but they got away."

"Is it related to the theft at the train station a while ago?" Fang Yan asked.

The police officer was taken aback, then nodded:

"Yep!"

"Have you arrested them all?" Fang Yan asked.

The police didn't hide their dialect, saying:
“We’ve been keeping watch for a long time. Catching them will mean we’ve wiped them all out.”

Then he said to the dialect:

"Instructor Fang, thank you for your help! Without you, we wouldn't have been able to catch these people so easily. We will definitely report to the Municipal Bureau and report your heroic act."

The dialect says:

"Reporting is fine, but don't publicize it."

Old Hu, standing to the side, asked curiously:
"why?"

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There will be more this afternoon!

(End of this chapter)