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Chapter 902: Chapter 787 Is this a warning? (Please subscribe!)
Congo Gold.
Kinshasa.
On the streets.
Two unmarked cars that couldn’t be identified as police vehicles were speeding through the roads. The African police officer leading just now was merrily reporting the ’work progress’ to his superior.
"The person is already on the car," said the black leader.
A calm voice came through the phone, "Take him to the East Zone branch office."
"Huh? Aren’t we supposed to take him to the station?" The leading African police officer was puzzled. This was different from the original plan.
The person on the other end spoke slowly, "Now that the chief has returned, it’s not safe to bring him to the station. Everything has been arranged in the East Zone. Just hand him over to Chief Lecocq there."
"I understand," he replied.
The leading African police officer hung up the phone and turned to his companion, "To the East Zone branch office."
"Hehe, Captain, does this mean we’ll get to split a lot of money this time?" The African police driver didn’t care about the reasons. He was only interested in money, convinced that the tallest trees would endure any disaster.
The leading African police officer laughed heartily, "This Chinese guy is a big fish, the rich kind. He’s worth more than any of our previous targets, haha... Enough for you to live lavishly for several years."
"It’s always the Chinese who are easy to bully. Just play some tricks and they’ll comply. Last month, a Chinese in my district didn’t want to pay the protection fee. At night, he was robbed in a home invasion. Too bad. His wife wasn’t at home," the driving black officer said with a grin.
"Heh, that’s truly a pity," the lead officer said with a knowing smirk.
"Haha... Ah..."
The driver also burst into laughter.
But as they laughed wildly,
they happened to pass a crossroads.
The black driver glanced outside the window and his expression instantly turned to horror.
"Boom..."
He saw a large off-road vehicle charging recklessly from the left. If only he had known that Nissan dominated here, with its well-acknowledged global reputation for durability.
The downside was more obvious—it was delicate.
Looking at the off-road vehicle speeding towards them,
they had no time to react and could only howl in despair.
"Bang... Clang..."
"Screech..."
The delicate car was sent flying by the collision with the off-road vehicle, tumbling several times before crashing into another car and finally coming to a halt. The car was deformed, and it seemed that the people inside were more likely dead than alive.
The off-road vehicle’s front end was only slightly deformed.
Then it made a turn,
and accelerated away into the distance.
Pedestrians were stunned. 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
What the heck... Did they not know you can’t drive that fast at a crossroads?
As for someone being killed,
they weren’t surprised.
In this country, too many people died every day. Each morning, dead bodies might be found in the streets and alleys. Death, in their eyes, had become an all too common occurrence. But the current situation was a bit special.
Because it was an African police car that got hit.
"That’s terrible. The car is deformed. I wonder if the people inside are alive," a pedestrian said with interest, gazing at the scene. It’s a pity he didn’t have a mobile phone, or he would have definitely taken a selfie with the scene in the background.
"They might be dead," commented a black bystander, nodding.
"Aren’t you going to help?" the pedestrian asked with a grin.
"Why don’t you?" the other retorted.
"Why should I?" the pedestrian answered as if it were obvious.
"True. It’s pointless. I’ve got things to do. I’m leaving," the bystander said and walked away.
"So do I," the pedestrian left as well.
A full minute passed, and no one on this African street made a move to save the injured. Some kind-hearted people did call the police and also called for an ambulance before turning to leave or simply standing around to watch.
This was, after all, the capital of Congo Gold.
There were ambulances at the hospital.
The two teammates in the back of the car were completely petrified.
They didn’t dare to get out.
They thought they were being hijacked. If they got out, they could be killed. There had been instances like this before. People would attack the front car and speed off, and as soon as those in the following car got out, they would be ambushed and sent to heaven from all sides.
...
At this moment.
Chai Ren, who was sitting in the back of the car, was somewhat dumbfounded.
Just now, he had been staring out of the car, contemplating what to do if they were taken to an African police station, wondering how he could protect himself if someone harbored ill intentions, the mere thought of which made Chai Ren’s head ache.
He stared out the window, lost in thought.
And it was precisely because of this.
He had witnessed the entire process from start to finish.
He saw a black Ford off-road vehicle violently crash into the car in front of them, totaling it. Considering the force of the impact and the extent to which the car was mangled, Chai Ren didn’t know whether to pray that the people inside were alright or hope for the worst.
Could this really be an accident?
Many doubts sprouted in Chai Ren’s mind.
In the front seats.
Two African police officers, clutching their guns, trembled and anxiously watched what was happening outside the window.
"What do we do?" the black police officer in the driver’s seat said, sweating profusely, even though the climate here was like spring all year round—the chill he felt came from deep within his heart.
The officer in the passenger seat’s face was no less sweaty.
"I... I don’t know."
"Call the headquarters?"
"Right, right... call the headquarters..."
The African police officer in the driver’s seat hurriedly contacted headquarters. After explaining the situation, they hung up and remained in the car, not daring to get out.
"Beep-beep-beep..."
A series of honking sounds came from the back.
"What do we do?"
"Shall we... go check it out?"
"You go."
"I’m not going." The African police officer in the driver’s seat kept shaking his head. Remembering instances like this that had happened more than once before, they simply didn’t have the courage to move.
"Could it be someone coming to rescue them?" the police officer in the passenger seat said, pointing to Chai Ren and his companions in the back seat, speaking with a hint of fear. He didn’t actually believe that the Chinese were capable of such a crazy act.
"Them? No way—that would be unnecessary, as they haven’t been found guilty."
"Then, could it have been an accident?"
"Possibly, it’s still best to be cautious."
"..."
Chai Ren heard every word of the two men’s conversation perfectly clear.
Chai Ren was dumbfounded once again.
Such incompetent teammates.
Were they specifically there to foul things up? The lives of their team leader hung in the balance, and there they were, discussing. If he had such teammates, he’d surely be infuriated. His understanding of the quality of some African police officers deepened once again.
And he wasn’t the only one who was gaining a new understanding.
There was also the leading man, in pain inside the mangled car, who couldn’t even make a sound.
His consciousness, remarkably, hadn’t faded.
But he wished it had.
Because the pain in his body was too much to bear, he had lost all feeling in his legs, his right arm was broken, some of his ribs were fractured, and even breathing pained him. The intense agony kept piercing his mind.
The muscles in his face could only tremble and twitch, unable to reflect the pain he felt.
And the most despairing part was this.
Having waited so long.
Those two subordinates behind him hadn’t even stepped out of the car.
At this moment, for the first time, he truly understood what ’incompetent teammates’ meant—such people were easy to control, a little money could buy their loyalty, but they were also the ones to betray most thoroughly.
Now, he couldn’t even figure out whether this was a human act or simply an accident.
If it was an accident.
Then that was just bad luck.
If it was deliberate, then what was the reason for it? A vendetta? But if it were a vendetta, they’d likely choose to shoot from the shadows. Besides, he didn’t have any enemies that would want him dead. Could it be Chai Ren behind them?
This doubt surfaced in his mind.
Was this a warning?
Gradually.
Due to excessive blood loss.
His consciousness slowly began to fade, and just before his eyes closed, he heard the sound of an ambulance.
