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Chapter 89 I still have to do it myself

"Mr. Cao, I am so sorry, it was our oversight just now." Chen Weiming quickly apologized to Cao Tai as soon as Uncle Biao finished speaking.

Then he put the .38 pistol back into its holster, gave his colleague a wink (they were all on the same wavelength), and of course, they also heard Uncle Biao scolding Chen Weiming.

His colleague readily holstered his pistol, then turned and waved towards the truck in the distance. The three officers who were lying in cover and aiming in this direction quickly got up and put away their sidearms.

"Shh...shh...Chen Weiming, Chen Weiming, this is command post. The bandits are heading your way, the bandits are heading your way, be careful to intercept them...shh..."

To be fair, the communication equipment used by the police was of good quality. Although the sound was a bit distorted, the volume was indeed loud. Even from several meters away, Mr. Cao, who has very sharp hearing, could clearly hear Uncle Biao's voice.

"Roger..." The two men, who had just put their guns back in their holsters, could only pull their pistols out again, waved behind them to signal the three men providing cover to follow, and then prepared to cross Cao Tai's car with their guns in hand.

Cao Tai parked his car right at the corner. The two of them had just walked to the parking space when they quickly lay back down.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Cao Tai turned around and used his left hand to press Serena's head down, bringing her face close to his lower abdomen.

He propped himself up with his upper body, stretched his right hand behind him, grabbed the collar of the bewildered Jiang Chong'er, and slammed her down to the ground in the space between his feet.

Just then, a few gunshots rang out in the distance, along with the crisp clang of bullets hitting cars and piercing through their metal surfaces.

"Ah..." Jiang Chong'er, who was lying between the front and back seats with little room for her to walk, covered her ears and screamed.

Serena wanted to cry out, but her mouth and nose were covered because they were pressed too tightly together, and she could only groan. She tried to lift her head, but Cao Tai thought she was no different from a kindergarten child.

Enraged, Cao Tai withdrew his right hand from Jiang Chong'er and slapped Salina's rounded breasts, shouting:

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"If you don't want to die, then lie down!"

Cao Tai saw seven people running towards him through the windshield. His vehicle was about 30 meters away. Fortunately, one of them, a middle-aged man with white hair carrying a suitcase, slowed him down.

About a hundred meters behind, several people were running after them. The one in the lead, grimacing as he ran, was none other than our furniture store war god, Sheriff Chen Jiaju.

Even when Serena breathed hot air into Cao Tai's lower abdomen, it failed to stir any romantic feelings in him. She gently opened the car door and silently slid out.

He crouched down by the car door, pretending to reach under the driver's seat for something.

Still prone, Serena raised her small face, her eyes wide open, her mouth slightly agape. She watched as Cao Tai, as if by magic, pulled five batons from under the driver's seat and placed them on the ground.

"Damn it, I was careless," Cao Tai cursed inwardly.

In this situation, the best solution is of course to take out a gun and quickly send this group of noodle merchants, suspected to be Zhu Tao, back to their hometown.

But now the two policemen in front of him are lying on the road, their legs thrashing about, rubbing their bodies against the ground as they try to move backward.

If it weren't for the fact that it's winter and people are wearing thick clothes, at this rate, the two of them would have rubbed their backs raw.

He crouched down and took two steps forward, grabbed Chen Weiming by the collar, and pulled him back, even though Chen had managed to hide half of his body in the back of the vehicle after a while.

"Thank you, Mr. Cao," Chen Weiming said immediately as he sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

That was really close! When I received Uncle Biao's notification, I thought the bandits were still far away, so I rushed out to pick them off. I never expected to almost have five gun barrels pointed at someone.

Luckily, my experience prevented me from immediately raising my gun to engage in a firefight; otherwise, in a 2 vs. 5 situation, I would have been at a disadvantage!

Falling backwards was definitely the right choice; the dozen or so bullets fired by the enemy didn't even scratch my skin, although I did get a bit of a chafing when I fell backwards.

"Get up and fight again, Detective!" Cao Tai complained irritably.

Remember not to remind Chen Jiaju beforehand. It seems that after Chen Jiaju reported it, Uncle Biao sent people to block the gap that Inspector Na Wen had opened, forcing Zhu Tao and the others to run in a different direction.

This police officer, Chen Weiming, seemed quite capable before, but he turned out to be a hothead. As soon as he received the report, he rushed out in a hurry. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have had to catch a few bullets with his body.

From the moment Mr. Cao got out of the car and took out his stick to the moment he dragged Chen Weiming back, only two or three seconds had passed.

Despite the efforts of his two burly henchmen to drag him away, the bandits were still nearly 20 meters away from Mr. Cao's Mercedes-Benz, thanks to Zhu Tao's delaying tactics.

Chen Weiming's colleagues had already nimbly retreated to the front of the car to take up their guns and defend themselves. The three police officers behind them were running quickly. Although they were farther from the vehicle than Zhu Tao and the others, the three well-trained and unburdened officers should be able to catch up with their colleagues.

Chen Weiming squatted down next to the rear wheel of the Mercedes-Benz, took a deep breath, and quickly half-squatted up. But after only half of his head was exposed, he sat back down. With two gunshots, Mr. Cao's Mercedes-Benz made a "clanging" sound.

Then came Attorney Jiang's ear-piercing scream.

Startled awake by the sound of exhalation behind him, Chen Weiming turned around and saw Cao Tai making a gesture. He nodded to indicate that he understood.

Then, keeping his entire body pressed against the rear wheel and concealed, he rested the pistol on the trunk lid, roughly aimed at Zhu Tao and the others, and quickly pulled the trigger to fire blindly.

Cao Tai unleashed his full mental power, and the seven men who were already within thirteen or fourteen meters of him either crouched or lay down the moment the gunshot rang out. None of them dared to stand up straight. Even Zhu Tao was forced to crouch down by one of his men.

Despite his incorrect stance, Chen Weiming fired all six bullets in less than three seconds.

Chen Weiming's maneuver bought Cao Tai about two seconds, as he had to dodge. At this moment, the gun barrels of Zhu Tao's five gunmen all changed direction drastically due to the sudden deformation of their bodies.

They seem to be a group of fledglings who have received firearms training but have little combat experience.

As Chen Weiming fired his last two bullets, Cao Tai, who was prepared, quickly stood up. The car body, which was less than 1.5 meters high, could not block the view and movements of Mr. Cao, who was 1.86 meters tall.

"Whoosh...whoosh whoosh..." In less than two seconds, the five batons in Cao Tai's hands, each weighing 360 grams, flew out as flying batons.

After several months of intensive training, Mr. Cao now has a single-arm strength of at least 1 ton. The increase in his physical strength has greatly increased his bone density, made his tendons stronger, and made his muscles firmer, allowing him to exert maximum strength without straining his muscles.

However, Cao Tai is not yet powerful enough to ignore the powerful forces of the secular world, so even though he deliberately withdrew his strength, the five flying sticks still made a loud "bong" sound when they hit the foreheads of the five armed bandits.

A large bump visibly bulged on the foreheads of the five people, their cerebellum seemed to have been shaken apart, their eyes were unfocused, and their bodies collapsed uncontrollably to the ground.