Soul Patch

Chapter 284, Chapters 293-294: The Scent of Conspiracy

Wenjie rushed to Zhanqian Street.

The place was a mess, but fortunately there was traffic control, keeping the performers and audience members some distance away.

A group of police officers are handling the scene.

Wenjie slowly walked towards the accident site, and suddenly stopped when he saw the body that had been blown away.

He stood up straight with a solemn expression, even his breathing became soft.

A profound sorrow, like a boulder, crashed down on him: This was Number 82, his comrade-in-arms!

Without him, the casualties and destruction here would have been far more than this...

His heart was filled with resentment and reluctance, and his eyes welled up with tears that flowed silently down his cheeks.

He straightened his body, abruptly raised his right hand to eyebrow level, and gave a standard military salute.

"Stand at attention! Salute!"

"brush"

Behind him, members of the Jingwei Corps who arrived one after another raised their right hands and saluted the body of No. 82.

"Hat off!"

"brush"

The synchronized action of several people removing their hats echoed through the air above the station street.

Although No. 82's body was incomplete, his love for his motherland and people was profound and enduring, deeply hidden in his heart.

At this moment, he closed his eyes forever, and his soul remains with me!
His spirit is magnificent and great. It is my duty to complete the task that he failed to complete... Wenjie slowly suppressed his grief.

He turned around silently, looked at his comrades behind him with tears in their eyes, and shouted: "The blood cannot be shed in vain, and the sacrifice of No. 82 cannot be in vain. Thoroughly investigate this area."

The others split into two groups and began to search the area, working with the arriving police to conduct a thorough, intensive search.

Seeing everyone act quickly, a thought suddenly struck him, and he quickly pulled out his walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

He needs to speak with his superiors.

"Beep beep beep," Wenjie's walkie-talkie received a signal.

He ran to a deserted place and reported to his superiors: "Report, Jingwei 101, I suspect it's to attract the attention of security personnel."

After a moment of hesitation, the other party exclaimed in surprise, "You mean, they're using a feint attack?"

"It's quite possible, this isn't the most crowded area."

"Understood, I will immediately send additional security personnel to fill the gap."

The other party hung up.

Wenjie shifted his foot to the side, realizing he had stepped on something that was a bit uncomfortable.

After putting the walkie-talkie away, he bent down to look at it and found it was a piece of broken walkie-talkie.

Wenjie's body trembled slightly. He picked up the piece of the walkie-talkie and held it tightly in his palm.

Wenjie's eyes suddenly lit up:
Could it be that my memory was damaged at that time?

When he woke up, he found himself in a hospital.

The person next to him told him that he had been unconscious for three whole days.

Is it because of memory loss that he forgot his identity as the patch carrier? And he didn't log out of the system?
Wenjie was momentarily lost in thought.

So that means this isn't the first time he's returned to this point in time?

What was the last mission?
Also, in order to save Yang Shanshan from the gun?

Oh, right, save Yang Shanshan!
Thinking of this, Wenjie suddenly glanced at the time: 20:30 PM.
There was one hour left until Yang Shanshan was murdered at 21:32.

We need to find Yang Shanshan!

The sooner the better!

Wenjie put the metal fragment from the walkie-talkie into his pocket, went to the street in front of the station, and looked around.

There was no trace of Yang Shanshan.

He looked at his comrades searching in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly, trying to recall the moment when Yang Shanshan suddenly rushed out from the roadside.

He quickly realized the problem.

Not here, because it was earlier than expected.

Wenjie quickly walked in that direction.

A police car sped by along the road. As Wenjie watched the police car disappear into the distance, an idea suddenly popped into his head.

Previously, he had never figured out how people had managed to sneak in.

With such a large flow of people, there will inevitably be a lot of trash... but the trash cans are almost all empty.

That means the garbage truck has come in to collect the garbage!

Suddenly, he seemed to realize a possibility: a garbage truck.

"Focus on the routes taken by garbage trucks."

Wenjie used a walkie-talkie to remind everyone.

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

Wenjie quickly arrived at the east side of the intersection of Zhanqian Street, where there was a specialty store.

Next to the specialty shops is a hotel in front of the station.

All the shops had closed early, and the bright streetlights made the shop windows appear dim and quiet.

This was so different from the usual bustling scene that it was a little hard to get used to at first.

I always felt that some kind of conspiracy was hidden in this eerie silence.

The streets were deserted, with only the deployed police force searching for the rioters.

Wenjie could see the scene fifty or sixty meters away at a glance.

However, as far as the east and west sections of the road were visible, that familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

Just as he was wondering, the walkie-talkie suddenly rang.

"101 Online," Wenjie replied quickly.

While replying, he glanced to the east and west. Soon, Wenjie spotted a group of police officers on the west side, scattered around a trash can.

“Here… here we found,” a muffled voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Wenjie was already running in that direction at top speed, and the scenery in front of him jumped rhythmically with his steps.

He put away the walkie-talkie and shouted directly to his teammates who were gathering around him, "We've arrived!"

The people closest to him turned around and looked at him with solemn expressions.

They automatically moved back a little.

Even if they didn't move, Wenjie could already see the situation here.

A girl was knocked unconscious next to a trash can.

Wenjie's heart sank, and he bent down, trembling slightly...

He carefully examined the girl's pretty face.

The color drained from his face, leaving it deathly pale, a sight that sent a chill down one's spine.

Thankfully, it wasn't Yang Shanshan... Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Wenjie's unusual composure, his teammates gave him a strange look.

How can you be so calm?

hateful!

What kind of behavior is it to tie someone's delicate girl to a tight body!
They thought that Wenjie, seeing this scene, would react with the same emotion and rush over as they did.

They were also prepared to stop him.

Ke Wenjie stood there with a sullen face, not moving for a long time.

Wenjie noticed the surprised look in the eyes of the person beside him, and slowly opened his tightly closed mouth, asking, "Have you notified the experts?"

"I've already notified them, they're on their way." The other person glanced at their watch and said, "Five minutes."

Five minutes... Five minutes is very short compared to an hour.

Wenjie sensed that something was wrong.

If we stay here, what will happen to the system tasks?
What should Yang Shanshan do?
He pondered for a moment and said, "This girl needs to be protected by police in all aspects."

"That's for sure, we've already notified 120. They should be here soon."

Wenjie listened intently, but still couldn't hear the ambulance siren; it would probably be a while before he heard it.

At that moment, his walkie-talkie started beeping again.

The call connected, and an excited man's voice came through: "Flying Eagle II has taken out two enemy snipers. How's it going on Zhanqian Street? Have the bomb disposal experts arrived yet?"

Snipers... Yes, that's their real purpose.

"Two snipers? Where are they?"

"The rooftop across from North Street is the highest point in this area. It's been under our surveillance for a long time."

The other person spoke with an upbeat tone, quite pleased with themselves.

High ground... any sniper will choose a high ground.

Two dark figures, taking advantage of the cover of night, lurked on the top floor of the building.

They assembled their guns, pressed them against the cold barrels, and half-closed one eye.

Their eyes were cold and mechanical, just like the guns in their hands.

They wait for the target to come within range before pulling the trigger.

The area downstairs was bustling with people, and the atmosphere was lively.

A gentle night breeze blew upstairs, and the gun barrels felt cold.

Separated by only a few dozen meters, they seemed to be two different worlds.

This image conjured up in Wenjie's mind. He narrowed his eyes, staring at the two figures in the image, dressed in black and carrying backpacks...

and many more……

How were the guns brought in?

These are controlled items and cannot be brought into the country.

Was it smuggled in secretly from the black market?
That can't be brought here either.

"The sniper rifles entered the country through various channels. Can we trace them now? And what about the two dead snipers? Have their identities been found out?"

His intuition told him that firearms were an important clue, so he started by talking about sniper rifles.

"The Blazer R93 is a German-made sniper rifle. The sights are mounted on the barrel via a MIL-STD-1913 tactical rail. Two 7mm hex screws at the bottom of the receiver allow the barrel and sights to be removed from the receiver. It is easy to carry and can be assembled in less than 30 seconds."

The other party gave a very knowledgeable introduction to the sniper rifle, but did not mention how to purchase it or how to import it.

Wenjie sighed. It was very likely a stolen firearm, with no evidence to support it.

"Now that the explosives on Zhanqian Street have been dealt with, you may all return to your respective control areas."

What does that mean? The danger is over?
It can't be that simple.

The girl who was inexplicably kidnapped, and the two snipers who occupied the highest point in the area, exposing themselves to our surveillance range.

There's something weird about it.

"This may only be the beginning. Would you mind revealing the specifics of the intelligence we received?"

Wenjie asked cautiously.

"This one……"

The immediate supervisor hesitated. According to the rules, 101 shouldn't have asked that question, and his rank didn't give him the right to know such information.

But this 101 did something very... very special today.

He couldn't quite describe 101 for a moment, but he said that the other side used a feint, sending police to the street in front of the station, and sure enough, they found a sniper there.

Without prior preparation, they probably wouldn't have been able to kill the sniper so quickly.

For a sniper, a sneak attack is just a matter of snapping a finger.

Even a minute's delay means a huge increase in risk.

The other party hesitated for a moment, then said in a calm voice, "One..." (30 words omitted here)
(End of this chapter)