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three days later.

The main building of Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau has a large conference room on the third floor.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the projector's cold light shone on the screen.

The captain of the traffic police brigade stood on the stage, his brow beaded with sweat.

Sitting below were Lao Zheng and Gu Tingchen from the Criminal Investigation Team, as well as several core members of the Special Police Team.

Song Qianxia sat in the corner of the last row of the conference room.

Holding a bag of original flavor potato chips, he happily crunched away.

"Everyone."

The traffic police captain pulled up a screenshot from a surveillance camera.

The image was very blurry; only a faint black afterimage could be seen.

"In the past two weeks, a group of arrogant underground street racers have appeared on the ring road in the southern suburbs of Jiangcheng."

The traffic police captain switched the slides.

A heavily modified black sports car without license plates was spotted.

It has an extremely low chassis, an exaggerated rear wing, and exhaust pipes as thick as an adult's arm.

"These people usually appear after 2 a.m. They can drive at speeds of over 240 miles per hour."

"Our patrol officers tried to stop them three times, but they managed to shake them off each time."

The traffic police captain wiped his sweat.

"Normally, this kind of thing can be handled internally by our traffic police team. But the problem is, something happened the night before last."

He clicked on a video from a body camera.

In the video, a police motorcycle is chasing a silver modified car.

The modified car suddenly drifted and slammed into the central guardrail.

The trunk was shaken open.

A black canvas bag fell out, rolled a few times on the ground, and the zipper came undone.

What fell out wasn't some ordinary car modification part.

Upon closer inspection, they were dozens of black metal tubes wrapped in rust-proof paper.

There are also a bunch of complex and precision springs.

The atmosphere in the meeting room changed instantly.

Old Zheng stood up immediately.

"That's... a barrel component from an assault rifle?"

The traffic police captain nodded, his face ashen.

"Yes. Not just the barrel, but also the firing mechanism and the gas tube."

"We suspect that this is not just a simple underground street racing incident at all."

"These people are using illegal racing as a cover to smuggle prohibited weapons parts between cities!"

Old Zheng slammed his hand on the table.

"What audacity! Smuggling spare parts of weapons in Jiangcheng!"

Gu Tingchen sat in the front row, his hands crossed on the table.

The man's eyes were as cold as ice.

Previously it was high-quality counterfeit banknotes; now it's smuggling weapon parts.

There is an unsettling connection between these cases.

The unseen hand of the Night Owl seems to be infiltrating every corner of Jiangcheng.

Gu Tingchen stood up.

"The criminal investigation team has taken over the case. The special police team and the traffic police team are fully cooperating."

Gu Tingchen immediately began making arrangements.

"Starting tonight, hidden checkpoints will be installed at all entrances and exits of the ring road."

"Don't use police cars, use ordinary civilian vehicles to disguise them. Force them into the closed loop of ramp 5 and trap them like turtles in a jar."

Everyone immediately accepted the order.

Song Qianxia stuffed the last potato chip into her mouth from the back row and patted the crumbs off her hands.

She wasn't particularly interested in catching street racers.

All she wants now is to quietly get through the month and get the perfect attendance bonus.

It's 11 p.m.

In a grove of trees along the auxiliary road of the island ring expressway.

A dozen or so civilian vehicles without police markings were parked quietly in the shadows.

Before setting off, Song Qianxia reacted quickly and decisively.

He opened the rear door of a black Volkswagen Magotan and plopped inside.

This is Zhao Ming's car.

Gu Tingchen sat in the passenger seat, in charge of coordinating communications.

Zhao Ming was in charge of driving.

Song Qianxia nestled in the spacious leather seat in the back and casually pulled a bag of spicy strips from her backpack.

perfect.

You don't need to drive, you don't need to look at a map, and you can even secretly unbuckle your seatbelt if you're sitting in the back.

She likes this kind of field position where she doesn't stand out.

1:45 a.m.

The excited voice of a traffic police sentry could be heard coming from the walkie-talkie.

"Captain Gu! The target has been spotted! A black modified GTR, without license plates, is entering the highway from the South Second Ring Road entrance!"

"The car was going very fast, I'd estimate it was already over 180 miles per hour!"

Gu Tingchen immediately pressed the call button.

"Car number one, car number two, prepare."

"Let him onto the main road, then follow him. Force him to take ramp five."

Zhao Ming stepped on the gas, and the black Magotan shot off like an arrow.

A moment later, the deafening roar of the engine came from behind.

The black GTR, like a mad beast, sped past the Magotan with a screeching sound.

The speed was so fast that it even created a strong gust of air, causing the Magotan to sway slightly.

"Damn, this car is modified insanely!"

Zhao Ming cursed and immediately stepped on the gas to chase after them.

But the Magotan is, after all, a civilian B-segment car, and no matter how hard it accelerates, the gap between it and that heavily modified GTR keeps widening.

"Car number three, cut him off from the front!"

Gu Tingchen looked at the tablet monitor in his hand and calmly issued instructions.

At the intersection ahead, a SWAT vehicle disguised as an SUV suddenly changed lanes, attempting to cut off the GTR.

But that racer's driver was extremely skilled.

He didn't even step on the brakes.

The GTR suddenly swerved while driving at high speed, and the tires emitted a pungent, burning smell as they rubbed against the asphalt.

The car body almost grazed the bumper of the SUV.

They broke through the encirclement.

"This kid's a pro."

Gu Tingchen's eyes darkened, and he drew his sidearm from his waist and cocked it.

Zhao Ming was still relentlessly pursuing the other party's tail.

The two cars engaged in a life-or-death race on the empty highway.

The speedometer is approaching 190 mph.

Song Qianxia, ​​who was in the back seat, was thrown about and swayed, and the spicy strip in her hand flew directly onto the roof of the car.

"Brother Zhao! Drive carefully! I'm going to throw up!"

Song Qianxia gripped the car door handle tightly, her face deathly pale.

Just then, the GTR in front suddenly slowed down.

The other party seemed to realize they couldn't shake off the black Volkswagen that was sticking to them, so they decided to resort to dirty tricks.

GTR deliberately drove the car into the left lane.

Then, the passenger-side window suddenly rolled down.

A hand wearing a black leather glove reached out, holding a black iron block the size of a fist.

"Watch out! That's a cast iron counterweight used in car suspension!" Gu Tingchen shouted.

But it was too late.

The passenger in the GTR in front threw him forcefully.

At 180 miles per hour, the metal block, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, hurtled towards them like a cannonball.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The windshield of the Magotan was smashed open instantly, leaving a large hole.

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the entire glass surface.

After smashing through the glass, the metal block grazed Zhao Ming's right arm and slammed heavily onto the back of the seat.

"what!"

Zhao Ming let out a scream.

His right arm was cut with a deep, long gash by shattered glass and metal fragments.

Blood gushed out, and in excruciating pain, Zhao Ming instinctively released his right hand.

The steering wheel was suddenly turned all the way to the right.

The black Magotan suddenly went out of control on the highway, its tires emitting a piercing scream.

The car body, as if drunk, began to wildly draw S-shaped lines between the two lanes.

It looked like it was about to crash into the reinforced concrete guardrail on the right!

Gu Tingchen reacted quickly, leaning most of his body forward and using his left hand to firmly hold the steering wheel, trying to pull the car back.

But he was also holding a walkie-talkie and a pistol in his right hand.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ming, whose face was covered in blood, was in so much pain that he was almost unconscious, with his foot still on the accelerator.

"Zhao Ming! Ease off the accelerator! Slam on the brakes!"

Gu Tingchen shouted loudly.

But Zhao Ming could no longer hear clearly.

The sounds of alarms, wind, and shattering glass inside the car blended together, creating a scene reminiscent of hell.

Gu Tingchen had to get Zhao Ming out of the driver's seat.

But he was in the passenger seat, so the angle wasn't right.

"Hey you in the back! Come over here and take the steering wheel!"

Gu Tingchen turned his head and roared at the back row with bloodshot eyes.

In the entire back row, there was only Song Qianxia.

She had almost suffocated from being strangled by the seatbelt and was now lying awkwardly on the seat.

Hearing Gu Tingchen's roar.

Song Qianxia looked up at the out-of-control steering wheel in front of her and Zhao Ming, whose face was covered in blood.

The lives of everyone in the car now hang on the balance of this steering wheel.

Song Qianxia swallowed.

He raised his hands, his voice trembling.

"Captain... I... I took my driving test three times, and I almost got my instructor stuck in a tree during the hill start!"