Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

The needle in the woman's hand tilted and almost pierced her palm.

She looked up at Lu Yike, then immediately looked down.

"You've mistaken me for someone else. My surname is Zhao."

Lu Yike walked into the shop and closed the door behind her.

"Haizhou Court, Zhou Lan, Confidential Room, Sign-in Book"

The woman's shoulders tensed.

Lu Yike took out her police ID and showed it to her.

"Provincial Department Special Task Force, Lu Yike."

Zhou Qin took a half step back, her back hitting the wooden cabinet, causing the shoe lasts inside to fall to the ground with a clatter.

"I don't know anything."

"Do you know who replaced the film roll?"

Zhou Qin's lips trembled, but she didn't cry.

She stared at Lu Yike's identification documents for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence, "You're more than twenty years too late."

Lu Yike put away her documents.

"It's not too late."

The back room was narrow and contained only a folding bed and an old tin cabinet.

Zhou Qin locked the door from the inside and drew the curtains, her movements practiced as if she had rehearsed many times.

She pulled a cookie box from under the metal cabinet.

The box was opened, revealing several layers of plastic wrap inside.

"My sister told me to hide this before she left, saying that if anyone came asking about the Third Day of the Third Lunar Month, I should hand it over."

Lu Yike was about to reach out.

The overhead exhaust fan suddenly clicked.

Shards of plastic scattered down.

A man in a black raincoat slid down from a hole in the ceiling, his military dagger aimed straight at Zhou Qin's throat.

Without hesitation, Lu Yike tackled Zhou Qin to the ground.

The military dagger grazed her shoulder and plunged into the wooden cabinet behind her.

boom.

Wood chips flew out.

Zhou Qin was pinned to the ground, and the cookie box rolled under the bed.

"Don't move."

Lu Yike turned over and drew her gun.

The woman in the raincoat pressed down on her wrist, pulling the military dagger out of the cabinet, the blade grazing her forearm.

She bent her elbow to block, and just as she raised her right hand to raise the gun, the back door was kicked open.

A second person in a raincoat rushed in and kicked her wrist.

He dropped his weapon and slid into the corner.

Lu Yike used the momentum to slam into the table, grabbed the shoe hammer on the table, and swung it at the knee of the person at the back door.

thump.

The man groaned and swayed to the side.

But a third person had already climbed in through the window, his raincoat dripping wet, his eyes eerily empty.

Zhou Qin huddled by the bed, clutching the cookie box tightly with both hands, unable to utter a complete sound.

Give me the box.

The person in the raincoat lifted their foot and walked towards her.

Lu Yike rushed forward and swung her shoe hammer at his face.

The other person turned their head to avoid it, and the military dagger slashed down at her left arm.

The sleeve ripped, and blood quickly seeped out.

Lu Yike frowned, took two steps back, and used her shoulder to block the cabinet door, shielding Zhou Qin behind her.

"Zhou Qin, lie down."

Zhou Qin hugged the box and shrank under the bed.

The man in the raincoat glanced at her and switched the grip of his military dagger to reverse.

"The people from the provincial department are meddling too much."

Lu Yike took a breath, picked up the shoe knife from the ground with her right hand, and held it with the tip pointing downwards.

"Come."

The person in the raincoat stepped forward.

The small room was too cramped; you couldn't even stretch your arms and legs properly.

Lu Yike dodged the first knife by turning to the side. The shoe knife grazed the opponent's wrist bone, and the opponent's wrist sank. The military dagger turned and stabbed towards her abdomen.

She used her left arm to block it.

The health bar is deeper.

A surge of pain shot through her, and she gritted her teeth, slamming her knee into the other man's ribs.

The man took a half step back, but was then supported by his companion at the back door.

The three people surrounded them again.

Provincial Department Meeting Room.

Qi Tongwei sat in the main seat, his left arm still in a sling, a dark coat draped over his hospital gown, and financial documents spread out on the table.

The terminal suddenly screamed.

Individual soldier's heart rate is abnormal.

Lu Yike.

Everyone in the conference room looked at the screen.

Qi Tongwei's face immediately darkened.

He picked up the terminal, and the red dot landed on the shantytown in the south of the city.

Why is she there?

No one can answer that.

The terminal issued a second alarm.

The movement trajectory was disordered, suggesting a close-quarters confrontation.

Qi Tongwei propped himself up on the table with his right hand, causing his chair to slide backward.

Someone hurriedly stopped him, "Director Qi, your injuries haven't healed yet."

Qi Tongwei picked up the holster and fastened it to his waist.

"Get out of the way."

"Should we transfer him to the Municipal Bureau?"

"Too late."

He walked to the door and paused for a moment.

"Location synced to my car."

Dark alleys in the southern part of the city.

The back room of the shoe repair shop had been completely ransacked.

Lu Yi leaned against the wall, blood dripping down his left arm from his sleeve, and the shoe knife was now only half intact.

Zhou Qin lay prone under the bed, the cookie box clutched to her chest, her eyes terribly red.

"Officer Lu, you can go now."

Lu Yike stared at the three people in raincoats in front of her, her voice steady.

"Shut up."

"They want me."

"What they want is evidence."

The leader raised his bayonet.

"Then let's collect them all together."

Lu Yike flicked her toes and kicked the shoe stretcher off the ground.

The other person lowered their head to avoid it.

She seized the opportunity to lunge at the corner of the wall and grab her pistol.

But the man at the back door was prepared; he stepped on the gun handle with his leather boots and brought his military dagger down toward the back of her neck.

Lu Yike rolled on the spot, her shoulder and back hitting the cabinet leg, and she groaned.

The leader had already closed in on Zhou Qin.

"Box."

Zhou Qin hugged her even tighter.

My sister told me to hand him over to the police.

"Then go and keep your sister company."

The bayonet was raised.

Lu Yike's eyes darkened, and she dragged her injured arm forward, using her body to push Zhou Qin aside.

The blade pierced her shoulder.

She raised her hand and gripped the other person's wrist tightly, her forehead covered in sweat, her voice squeezed out from between her teeth.

"If you want to touch her, you'll have to get past me first."

The leader raised his knee and struck her in the abdomen.

Lu Yike bent down, but didn't let go of her hand.

Another man in a raincoat picked up his sidearm, released the safety, and pointed the gun at her.

"it's over."

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from outside.

The sound was low and rapid, rolling in along the alley entrance.

The person in the raincoat turned their head.

The next moment, the front wall of the shoe repair shop was smashed open by the front of the car.

Bricks, planks, and signs flew into the house.

The heavy police SUV crashed into the back room, its front end pinning the man in the raincoat at the head of the vehicle, slamming him and his knife against a brick wall.

bang.

A section of the wall collapsed.

The person in the raincoat was pinned down, and blood flowed down the cracks in the brickwork.

The car door was deformed.

Qi Tongwei stepped out from inside, his left hand in a sling and his right hand holding a gun, the muzzle pressed against the remaining two assassins.

His face was frighteningly pale, but his eyes were like knives.

Lu Yike looked up at him, her lips moving slightly.

"Hall Qi..."

Qi Tongwei didn't even look at his wound, and steadily raised the gun.

"Those whom I, Qi Tongwei, protect, even the King of Hell cannot take away!"

Qi Tongwei leaned half his body against the car door, his left arm sling was knocked askew and fell below his shoulder, but his right hand held the gun steady.

The remaining two men in raincoats exchanged a glance. One raised his gun, while the other reached along the wall to grab the cookie box from Zhou Qin's arms.

"Lie down."

Lu Yike pushed Zhou Qin behind the cabinet. Just as she was about to get up, the knife wound on her shoulder made her groan.

boom.

The first shot pierced the gunman's forehead.

boom.

The second shot hit the man's forehead against the wall.

The two didn't even have a chance to fight back before they fell straight into the sewage and brick dust, their raincoats sticking to the ground with a thud.

Qi Tongwei threw the gun aside, strode over to Lu Yike, and knelt down on one knee.

"Where are you hurt?"