Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 513 - 328: Ma Chaoyang’s Bloody Urine

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three successive gunshots shattered the peace of the urban village.

Brother Biao, clinging to the drainpipe, felt a chill in his heart. He imdiately realized that it was Liu Zi and the others inside the house who had clashed with Guo An’s n.

He glanced down the building; there were still four or five ters to the ground. Jumping from this height could risk spraining an ankle. After all, he was just a hardened hitman, not a special forces operative like Chen Wei and the others.

But there was no ti to hesitate now. He could already hear Liu Zi’s screams. If he delayed any longer, Guo An’s n would soon surround the place, and there would be no chance to escape.

"Damn it!" Brother Biao cursed under his breath, suddenly releasing his grip on the drainpipe. His body plunged down like a stone.

"Plop!"

He landed feet first, then crashed heavily to the ground, feeling a piercing pain in his ankle.

But at this mont, he couldn’t worry about that. He struggled to get up, drew the pistol from his waist, and staggered into the alleyway.

However, before he could take a few steps, a loud shout suddenly ca from behind.

"Stop!"

Brother Biao hesitated, a trace of ruthlessness flashing across his face. Without any hesitation, he turned and fired two shots: "Bang! Bang!"

The two Guo An agents behind quickly ducked behind the wall to avoid the shots.

Seeing this, Brother Biao turned his head and prepared to keep running.

However, the mont he turned his gaze forward, he was t with a despairing sight.

At the other end of the alley, unbeknownst to him, stood two Guo An agents, guns aid directly at him...

"Drop your weapon! Or we’ll shoot!"

Brother Biao’s body stiffened, his hand tightened around the gun. He knew there was no escape now.

But he couldn’t be captured alive; there was only one path left.

"Drop your weapon!" The agents yelled again, edging forward slowly, their guns still locked on his chest.

Brother Biao looked down at his gun, a bitter smile on his face.

The next second, he quickly raised his arm, turning the gun towards his own temple.

"Bang!"

A gunshot echoed in the alley!

As blood splattered, a sharp pain suddenly surged through Brother Biao’s right arm holding the gun, as if struck by a sledgehamr. His fingers went limp, and the Type 54 pistol dropped to the ground.

His body swayed to the left, unable to stand, collapsing to the ground with only one thought in his mind: it was all over.

Several Guo An agents looked up towards the source of the gunshot. At a third-floor window, Duan Pingyu was slowly lowering his gun.

From the mont Duan Pingyu and the others entered the courtyard until Brother Biao was shot, the entire process took just two or three minutes.

When Ge Dabao led n into the main building and saw Liu Zi and Old Cat lying on the stairs with arm wounds, their pistols scattered nearby, he couldn’t help but give Duan Pingyu and the others a thumbs up.

"Brilliant!"

Duan Pingyu shook his head with a smile: "These guys were quite cautious. The doors and windows on the first floor were all locked tight, so we had to force our way in."

"As long as none of you were hurt, the mission was well done!" he said, waving to the officers behind him. "Take them away!"

...

Five minutes later, except for a team left to secure the scene, everyone else got into vehicles and departed.

Since Duan Pingyu and the others had fired shots, they had to return to the station to file a report. So they joined Ge Dabao’s convoy on the way back.

While driving, he called Qi Yun to report the situation.

"Even Brother Biao was caught; they’ve all been taken into custody now and are being brought to the station."

On the other end of the line, Qi Yun let out a long breath of relief.

With Brother Biao captured, the matter involving Ma Chaoyang and the others wasn’t just simple corruption anymore. Qiu Jiahao and his son, Secretary Ji, Director Han—these were all tied to Brother Biao’s gang.

As long as they could get Brother Biao to talk, they could bring down everyone who had been trying to take him down.

"Alright, I understand." Qi Yun thought for a couple of seconds, then instructed, "Do this: don’t return to Guo An just yet..."

anwhile, Ma Chaoyang paced anxiously in his office.

He already knew that a task force had been sent from above and had already begun covert investigations on him. For the past two days, he had been so worried he could neither eat nor sleep, and even urinating had started to draw blood.

But fortunately, the task force hadn’t officially summoned him yet, likely due to their earlier precautionary asures which had prevented them from finding more evidence.

Besides, his ntor had promised to protect him, which was why Ma Chaoyang hadn’t rushed to flee.

Yet at such a crucial mont, Li Biao’s crew had the worst possible timing, adding fuel to the fire...

"Ring ring ring~" The phone rang.

Ma Chaoyang glanced at the screen and hurriedly answered: "What’s the situation over there?"

"They don’t seem dead! I heard three people were taken away in custody!"

"Crash!" Ma Chaoyang’s phone slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. He suddenly felt a dizzying buzz in his ears; those two words ’not dead’ hit him like a sledgehamr in the heart.

"Impossible..." he staggered, taking half a step back before collapsing into the chair.

Li Biao had done too much dirty work for him. If captured alive, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t talk.

If Guo An then handed over the evidence to the task force, he would undoubtedly face inescapable doom, and even his beloved ntor couldn’t save him.

In fact, don’t even think about protection; if the task force was determined to take action, even his ntor might struggle to escape unscathed.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless idiots!" Ma Chaoyang, losing control of his emotions, shouted orders hoarsely.

After venting for several minutes, he gradually cald down.

"No, I have to leave imdiately!"

Having understood his situation, Ma Chaoyang quickly picked up the phone beside him and called his ntor.

Zhongshan Road, No. 479.

Old He was in another elder’s office discussing matters.

"Old He, the photovoltaic project with the Oil Country is extrely important for our province. If we can land this project, it will significantly aid our developnt plans to build a technologically advanced energy province, and it might even attract other foreign investors in the future."

Old He smiled bitterly at this: "I think so too. But after eting with the Oil Country’s delegation a few days ago, I felt their interest in collaboration wasn’t very strong."

"Moreover, Old Zhou from Energy B told that their real purpose for coming here might not be the photovoltaic project."

"Oh?" The elder furrowed his brows suspiciously, "Then what are they here for?"

Old He hesitated for a mont, then slowly shook his head: "It’s unclear..."

The office fell into a brief silence. After a mont, the elder spoke again: "We still need to strive for it."

"I’ll ask so friends in Beijing to look into it. If the Oil Country truly intends to bring in the photovoltaic project, then we’ll offer more favorable terms to get this project."

"Alright." Old He nodded slightly, just about to express his commitnt when his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the phone, then frowned and hung up.