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Without confirming whether it was a bomb, they could only deduce that the other party possessed large-scale offensive weaponry. Otherwise, such a decision would not have been made. They had agreed to meet tomorrow afternoon, which was just the weekend, a time when foot traffic would be at its peak.
Zheng Rufeng had already sent someone to install surveillance cameras nearby, ensuring that everything around them would be recorded, as they were unsure if the other party would attempt any tricks in the vicinity. While he closely monitored the surroundings, Bai Ling found Lin Yuan.
"Did you ever consider that they might be targeting you?"
"Of course I have," Lin Yuan replied. He was already aware that the other side likely knew about him. There was no way forward except to confront the past, unless—
"What are you plotting?"
Seeing him like this, Bai Ling was genuinely puzzled. Not only did she sometimes struggle to gauge Lin Yuan's thoughts, but up until now, she only knew about one red blood cell. Why wouldn’t Lin Yuan share more details with her?
"What kind of scheme could there be? Everything will be settled by tomorrow," Lin Yuan simply stated. He had other matters to attend to.
Although the meeting was set for tomorrow afternoon, it was unlikely that the other party would actually come then; they would want to assess their results first, right? Qing She would definitely set him up; they clearly had no intention of engaging in dialogue with him. This indicated that they hadn’t yet become arrogant enough to underestimate him.
Lin Yuan's computer screen was filled with surveillance footage from Zhongrui Plaza, including views from surrounding buildings. He had obtained this footage after leveraging his permissions upon receiving the news. Watching so many hours of footage in one night would likely be quite taxing on his brain.
After some thought, he decided he would review the playback tomorrow. When Lin Yuan returned, Bai Ling was still there. His computer continued to run steadily, and Bai Ling could see the dense array of surveillance feeds at a glance. Remembering what the officers had said earlier, she gasped softly. "He can’t possibly expect to watch all of this alone tomorrow?"
Early the next morning, Lin Yuan walked in carrying two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk. After greeting Captain Zheng, he settled down in front of his computer. Bai Ling hadn’t arrived yet; she usually came a little late, which was normal.
When Zheng Rufeng arrived, he found Lin Yuan intently watching the surveillance footage.
"Are you watching at double speed? Can you even see anything clearly?"
While sipping his soy milk, Lin Yuan nodded. "I’m almost done."
When the footage paused, Zheng Rufeng spoke up curiously. "Have you discovered anything?"
"The other side hasn’t sent anyone out to set things up."
"Didn’t they already inform us of the location? Could it be that they’ve actually set things up earlier and are just lying in wait around us?"
Lin Yuan decisively shook his head.
No, there’s only one possibility for this to happen.
After staring at the screen for a while, he leaned back in his chair.
They want me dead.
How can you tell? Zheng Rufeng was genuinely confused.
Do you think they would send just one person in this situation?
Is it possible they simply wanted us to let the butterfly go, so they found a scapegoat this time? That could be a possibility, right?
As he spoke, he started to doubt himself.
But the value of that amount of drugs far exceeds that of a scapegoat; there’s no need to pay such a high price.
And guess who I saw?
While speaking, Lin Yuan extracted a segment from the surveillance footage.
In the footage was a man in a trench coat, his pockets bulging with something.
What is this?
Zheng Rufeng had never seen him, so he was somewhat puzzled.
He’s the one who attacked me at the scenic area initially.
The surveillance had almost no trace of this person; Lin Yuan had seen him before, so he remembered him clearly.
Why is it him?
I don’t know how they managed to pull this off.
If I’m not mistaken, he might be carrying explosives.
Lin Yuan didn’t trust himself; after suffering such a significant loss, there had to be some cost involved.
If it really is explosives as we suspect, then we’re in trouble. Do you know how large the blast radius could be?
Zheng Rufeng spoke urgently.
I don’t know.
Lin Yuan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
It definitely won’t exceed Zhongrui Square.
That’s a reasonable assumption; first of all, it’s clear that if he is carrying explosives, they wouldn’t take up too much space.
At most, it could only kill someone close by, like Lin Yuan himself.
This afternoon, I’ll have someone clear the square out; will that raise suspicion?
Zheng Rufeng looked at Lin Yuan.
It will, but we have no other choice.
For Lin Yuan, this was purely a trap; he could choose not to go, but then he wouldn’t know where this bomb-carrying person would appear next.
Given that the square not only has heavy foot traffic but also many residents nearby, this situation puzzled many people—was someone about to jump off or what?
Faced with their inquiries, Zheng Rufeng could only publicly state that repairs were needed in the area.
Using barriers typically employed during maintenance to isolate the crowd, some people squatted for a while but soon couldn’t stay down any longer; at worst, they could just walk somewhere else and take a stroll without much concern.
One of the men in a trench coat watched the scene with a calm expression.
"Proceed according to plan."
With an hour left until the appointed time, he casually entered a bar. At this hour, there were hardly any patrons inside, so the bartender, noticing him alone, casually asked, "What will you have, handsome?"
"A strong drink, anything will do."
The bartender, accustomed to such customers, instinctively mixed a well-known drink from the menu—a glass filled with a rich red liquid that reeked of alcohol. The man didn't even blink as he downed it in one gulp.
"I've never seen anyone drink like that before."
"Is that so?"
After glancing at his empty glass, the man simply sat quietly without ordering another drink. The bartender noticed he had paid and didn't say anything further.
As time approached the hour mark, the man in the trench coat stood up. The bartender wiped down a glass while stealing a glance at him.
In that moment, he caught sight of red numbers flashing on the man's waist.
What the hell?!
A time bomb?
Stunned, the bartender blinked and rubbed his eyes, noticing police tape being set up outside the window. An ominous feeling crept into his mind. His instincts told him that the best course of action was to call Uncle Hat immediately.
"Hello? Are you sure? We’ve already received information about the situation."
Zheng Rufeng hung up the phone and saw a man lifting the police tape to approach him. The other man’s waist was bulging, and he could see a gun tucked inside.
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