Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

As long as all the enemies were protected, the Song Dynasty would have nowhere to vent its anger.

He'll lay a trap then, and I'm sure he'll catch even a newly awakened migrant worker.

Zhou Zhengqing took a deep breath and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Attention all squads, retreat to the safe house immediately upon receiving the target. Stay concealed on the way and do not reveal your location under any circumstances."

"If attacked by the Song Dynasty, open fire without asking for permission."

The walkie-talkies crackled with responses from each squad.

Zhou Zhengqing put down the walkie-talkie and sat back in the command vehicle.

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his throbbing temples.

Today's battle was a complete disgrace.

Thirty-seven lives, plus Tang Ming and Zhang Jinshan, make a total of thirty-nine lives.

If he can't capture the Song Dynasty as soon as possible, his position as special envoy will really be over.

Meanwhile, Song Chao was standing on the rooftop of a residential building, watching the police cars speeding past below, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He could clearly sense seven different convoys heading in seven different directions.

He could sense the flow of blood in every person in every vehicle with perfect clarity.

Zhou Zhengqing wanted to protect his enemy.

It's a joke.

He lived for twenty-seven years. He had no other skills, but he was most patient and patient.

He wanted to see how long Zhou Zhengqing could protect them.

Song Chao raised his eyes and looked in the direction one of the caravans had headed.

That was a rental housing area on the outskirts of the city.

Old Zhou was hiding there.

Let's start with him.

Song Chao leaped off the rooftop, and the blood mist beneath his feet condensed into a soft cushion, catching his body steadily.

Without pausing after landing, he strode quickly toward the outskirts of the city.

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Suburban rental housing area.

Old Zhou was squatting on the threshold of the rented room, smoking. His fingers were shaking so badly that he didn't even notice the cigarette butt burning his fingers.

Ever since Song Chao was captured, he has been having nightmares every day.

He dreamt that Song Chao stood in front of him covered in blood, asking him why he had tricked him.

Knowing that Zhang Jinshan was ruthless and fearing that Zhang Jinshan would kill him to silence him, he quit his job as a foreman overnight and hid in a place on the outskirts of the city where no one knew him, even turning off his cell phone.

He thought that as long as he hid here, everything would be fine once the storm passed.

This morning I suddenly saw the news that the police station had been massacred and that Song Chao had escaped from prison.

Old Zhou was almost scared out of his wits.

He knew that the Song Dynasty would definitely come looking for revenge.

Back then, he accepted bribes from Zhang Jinshan, gave false testimony, and shifted all the blame onto the Song Dynasty.

The Song Dynasty hated Zhang Jinshan and Tang Ming so much, they must have hated him too.

Old Zhou took a deep drag on his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and crushed it to pieces with his foot.

He stood up, preparing to pack his things and find another place to hide.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Open the door! We're from the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs! We're here to protect you!"

Old Zhou was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

Officials actually found him!

With official protection, the Song Dynasty definitely couldn't kill him!

He didn't even have time to change his slippers before scrambling over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, five fully armed Sharp Blade team members stood in the doorway, their guns cocked.

The captain in the lead glanced at him.

"Zhou Jianguo?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I am Zhou Jianguo!" Old Zhou nodded hurriedly, bowing as he ushered the man in.

"Thank goodness you've finally come! I knew the government wouldn't abandon me! That madman from the Song Dynasty wanted to kill me! You must protect me!"

The captain frowned and ignored his attempts to curry favor.

"Pack your things and come with us. You might be Song Chao's next target. We'll take you to a safe house."

"Okay, okay! I'll get ready right away! It'll be done in a minute!"

Old Zhou hurriedly turned around to pack his luggage, frantically stuffing his clothes into his bag, not even having time to pick up the socks that had fallen on the ground.

The team leader stood at the door, reporting into the walkie-talkie.

"Team One has received the target, Zhou Jianguo, and is now preparing to retreat to the safe house."

"Received. Be on guard; the Song Dynasty may be lying in ambush nearby."

"clear."

The captain hung up the walkie-talkie and winked at the team members behind him.

The four team members immediately spread out and guarded the front and back doors and windows of the rental house, watching the outside movements vigilantly.

Old Zhou quickly packed his things, carried a tattered cloth bag, and came out with a fawning smile on his face.

"Comrade, shall we leave now?"

"Walk."

The team leader led the way out the door.

Old Zhou quickly followed behind him, not daring to fall behind.

As the group reached the alley entrance and were about to get into the car, an unexpected event occurred.

The team member at the front suddenly groaned and collapsed.

A small blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, and blood flowed down his cheek.

"Ambush! Be on alert!"

The captain roared and immediately raised his gun, aiming it at the surrounding alleys.

The other three team members immediately raised their guns and formed a circle to protect Lao Zhou in the middle.

Old Zhou was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, covering his head and cowering behind his teammates, trembling like a leaf.

"Song Chao! Come out! I know it's you! Don't hide in the shadows and shoot arrows!" the captain shouted into the empty alley.

His response was met with three flying blood needles.

It was as fast as lightning.

The two team members didn't even have time to react before their throats were pierced by the blood needles. They collapsed to the ground, twitched a couple of times, and then died.

The captain reacted extremely quickly, immediately hiding behind the car and firing bullets in the direction from which the blood needles were coming, as if they were free.

The bullet hit the wall, sending up a spray of gravel.

Song Chao slowly emerged from the shadows at the end of the alley.

His black coat was spotless, and his face was expressionless.

"Song Chao! You are surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender! Otherwise, we will open fire!" The captain pointed his gun at Song Chao, his palms sweating profusely.

He just witnessed three team members die before they even had time to react.

He knew he was no match for the Song Dynasty.

The Song Dynasty remained silent.

He raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Old Zhou, who was huddled in the back of the car.

When Old Zhou met his gaze, he screamed in fright.

"Song Chao! I was wrong! I'm so sorry! Zhang Jinshan forced me into this! He threatened me with my son's future! If I didn't give false testimony, my son wouldn't be able to go to university! I had no choice!"

He cried and kowtowed, his forehead hitting the ground with a thud.

Song Chao shifted his gaze from him to the captain holding the gun.

"Get out of the way."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable pressure.

"Impossible!" the captain gritted his teeth. "I'm from the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs; I have a responsibility to protect the witness's safety! If you dare come any closer, I'll shoot!"

The Song Dynasty didn't waste any more words with him.

He raised his hand and gently hooked it.

The gun in the captain's hand suddenly exploded.

Hot metal shards splashed all over the captain's face. He cried out in pain and crouched down, clutching his face.