Last Love chapter 127
In the early morning, a Bentley quietly picked up Han Zhan from the high-speed rail station and headed towards the outskirts of B City.
Sitting beside Han Zhan was Wen Ke. Both of them looked extremely haggard, but they still forced themselves to sit upright.
“Han Jiangque hasn’t woken up yet.”
Han Zhan, as if aged a lot overnight, leaned against the car seat and whispered, “The gland surgery is done, but, as the doctor said, he’s been in a coma. We don’t know when he’ll wake up.”
Wen Ke’s hands were folded, remaining silent.
He didn’t even ask much. When he hung his head, he didn’t want to reveal any trace of pain.
Han Zhan’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he asked, “I came over to see how B City captured the one surnamed Zhu, but there’s still no news?”
“Zhuo Yuan wants to sneak overseas from the snakehead at the B City suburban dock. During the Last Love press conference last night, the police were secretly following him. They won’t let him escape. We are following Zhuo Yuan’s escape route now.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Han Zhan asked.
“Waiting for someone to deal with him.”
Wen Ke said calmly.
When he looked at Han Zhan, the sharp edge in his eyes made Han Zhan pause for a moment before asking, “What do you mean?”
“Uncle… Dad,”
Wen Ke called out halfway subconsciously and then slowly said, “Zhuo Yuan is the one who did it, there is no doubt about that. But I believe you must have thought about the same question as me, that is—how did Zhuo Yuan track Han Jiangque?”
Han Zhan’s face turned cold, but he didn’t speak immediately.
“If someone provided information to Zhuo Yuan, he won’t let that person off now.”
Wen Ke said lightly, “I haven’t cut any crucial audio information. I just want that person to be afraid. If there is really such a person, Dad, I guess he will start interrogating Zhuo Yuan before the police catch him.”
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The Bentley continued to race on the highway.
Meanwhile, about a hundred miles away from the highway, in a dilapidated small fishing village near the dock, Zhuo Yuan was hiding in what seemed to be a fisherman’s residence.
The places where fishermen lived carried a strong fishy smell, with beddings stained with dirt, huddled on cold beds.
On the wooden table, several cans of meat were placed, and someone had eaten a few spoonfuls reluctantly. The whole house was filled with a strong smell of smoke, mixed with a nauseating odor of fish and foot odor.
His phone was thrown aside, and Zhuo Ning had called him several times, but he didn’t answer any. At this point, he knew that his best way out was to disappear quietly.
If he could leave the country via the port and cross the sea, there would still be a way out for his life.
Zhuo Yuan had never experienced such a miserable moment in his life.
He fled in panic, and the suitcase contained a thick stack of US dollars, but he was still wearing the family’s pajamas inside the overcoat.
He huddled on the dirty bed, watching the morning news.
When he saw his photo appear on the headlines with the red words “Wanted,” Zhuo Yuan’s hands suddenly trembled violently. He repeatedly pressed the lighter several times, but still couldn’t light the cigarette.
He cursed, jumped off the bed to get some fresh air, but after just a few steps, he heard the distant sound of a cruise ship’s horn, almost scaring him to sit on the ground. He could only tense up and retreat to the bed, looking strained.
“Darn it, call the boss of the boat again and ask if we can leave this afternoon.”
Zhuo Yuan, with a pale face, couldn’t help but make another call to the contact person dealing with the snakehead, repeatedly confirming.
The person on the other end asked strangely, “Are you staying in the fishing village all this time?”
“Yeah. I’m waiting right here,” Zhuo Yuan replied impatiently, smoking.
“Alright,” the person on the other end said, “Just wait there, don’t move. It will be confirmed this afternoon, for sure.”
After hanging up the phone, for some reason, Zhuo Yuan felt even more uneasy.
He paced around the small flat several times, feeling increasingly restless. The sound from the TV inside was making him more and more agitated, so he decided to turn it off.
After a while, the tightly locked iron gate outside the flat was suddenly pushed violently, followed by a heavy knocking on the door from the outside.
Zhuo Yuan was startled, but thinking that it might be someone sent by the snakehead to pick him up, he walked into the courtyard. However, just as he was about to open the iron gate, he suddenly had a clever idea and quietly opened a small crack in the gate.
At a glance, Zhuo Yuan immediately let out a scream and fell to the ground.
When he opened the gate slightly, the eyes of the person outside were also peering through that crack!
At that moment, Zhuo Yuan could only remember that when that person took a step back, he could see a scar on his face, and his chest seemed to be bulging.
Ignoring everything, Zhuo Yuan turned and ran towards the back door.
In the blink of an eye, he didn’t even know what he was afraid of. It was only after running for a few seconds that he realized, in that split second, he had already realized— the person was carrying a gun!
This thought became clear, and Zhuo Yuan was even more scared out of his wits.
Playing his life, he ran towards the outskirts of the village. Soon, the footsteps of two or three people chasing him came from behind. With every approaching step, Zhuo Yuan felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.
Many households in the small fishing village had already moved to work in towns, so at this time, with the sky just getting light, the entire village was quiet, with only the desperate gasps of his running.
Panicking and choosing a path in the dark, he ran without daring to look back. Suddenly, he heard a loud “bang” from behind.
The person behind had fired a shot!
Zhuo Yuan’s legs went weak, almost falling to the ground. For a moment, he couldn’t stand up, but in a life-or-death situation, he could only crawl forward, grabbing handfuls of snowmud, unintentionally cutting his hands and bleeding, but he didn’t care about anything.
Another “bang” of a gunshot.
Zhuo Yuan heard his own mouth emit a scream of despair, this scream was so natural and instinctive that even before his brain reacted, he had realized— he had been shot in the leg.
He couldn’t crawl anymore.
The footsteps behind him were getting closer.
Zhuo Yuan struggled to crawl forward, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t drag his heavy right leg. He dared not look back, but he clearly felt that the person behind had caught up.
Realizing the imminent and desperate despair, the screams from his mouth became louder and louder, making his head ache.
The feeling was like having a woman stuffed in his throat, screaming uncontrollably, “No—don’t!”
Just as he thought he was about to die the next second, suddenly blinding headlights flashed back and forth in front of him. This was followed by deafening police sirens.
“Drop your weapon—drop your weapon!” The police’s shouts came through the loudspeaker, echoing throughout the village. “Raise your hands! Otherwise, we’ll shoot!”
Zhuo Yuan, who had come here to escape the police, cried directly upon hearing the police sirens.
He knelt on the ground, hands raised high, hoarsely shouting, “I raised my hands! I raised my hands!”
He even felt a sense of relief, as if he had narrowly escaped death.
However, being supported by two police officers, the two policemen couldn’t help but frown. It was only then that Zhuo Yuan suddenly smelled a pungent, foul odor coming from his body.
When he raised his head, he suddenly saw not far away, Xu Jiale and Wen Ke standing side by side.
Wen Ke, wrapped in a coat, stood next to a Bentley, surrounded by several bodyguards, looking at him indifferently.
The one who had lost control of his bladder.
In that instant, Zhuo Yuan felt his heart shattering from shame.
He thought of himself over a decade ago, parents yelling at each other across the hallway, the air thick like mud, locking him, binding him. He hid like a mouse in his blanket because he dared not step out of the room, holding his pee until he wet his pants.
Sometimes, he truly didn’t understand why that urine smell seemed to accompany his entire life.
“Xiao Ke…”
Zhuo Yuan opened his mouth but made no sound.
He couldn’t help but want to stay in place, desperately wanting to make eye contact with Wen Ke for a little longer.
But the police were already dragging him forward, yelling and pulling him so roughly that they dragged over his injured and bleeding right leg, making him scream like a slaughtered pig.
No one paid attention to him, not even Wen Ke.
While he couldn’t stop screaming, he tried hard to turn his head to look at Wen Ke.
In the winter morning mist, he could no longer see Wen Ke’s face.