Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 21 Kidnapper Old Wang
The kidnapper, Lao Wang, is a lunatic, at least that's what he thinks.

He used to be a normal person. But everything changed seven years ago when he joined Huang Zimin, a fellow villager, on the bandit gang. Every time he committed a crime and ran back to his hometown, even months later, he would often dream that the police would suddenly burst into his house and arrest him.

In severe cases, dreams and reality may overlap.

He would also question himself: Why did he have to do this damn, maddening job?

I've repeatedly warned myself, I can't do this anymore! I'll never do it again! If I keep going, I might really go crazy!

However, whenever the family's money was almost gone, he would still lower his head, having struggled in vain.

So when he went out to work with his accomplices, he felt like his brain was being inflated little by little, slowly growing bigger, just waiting for a "boo!" to explode.

Fortunately, previous cases hadn't taken too long, and were resolved in just a few days. Old Wang had always returned to his hometown smoothly. But this time, it had taken far too long. Old Wang felt he was about to have a relapse.

At that moment, he was very nervous sitting in the driver's seat.

His face was flushed, and his hands, gripping the steering wheel tightly, were covered in cold sweat. He stared wide-eyed at the view below the bridge, muttering to himself, then turned to look at the woman hostage bound hand and foot in the back seat.

"Why isn't it over yet? Why hasn't the money been thrown down? Hurry up, hurry up!"

Old Wang, who had already committed several serious crimes, was still nervous and uneasy the whole time he came out with his accomplices, showing none of the aura of a notorious thief. Even his two accomplices, who had been friends with him for more than ten years, dared not let him take charge when they were out on a job, and always gave him the simplest tasks.

If it weren't for the fact that Lao Wang was a truck driver who lived and worked in his truck year-round, and that his superb driving skills were unparalleled in the village, he probably wouldn't even have had a chance to get a share of the profits in the gang.

The sound of raindrops dripping onto the car was like a hundred insects tickling his heart, giving him a splitting headache.

So, when his accomplice failed to receive the ransom a second time and walked back to the car alone, Old Wang, who usually only bowed and scraped to his accomplices, suddenly sprang to his feet, slamming his fist into the inner door of the car and shouting angrily:

"What are you doing! Why haven't you brought the money yet?!"

Old Wang's eyes widened, bloodshot, and his breathing grew heavier and heavier. This stark contrast to his previous behavior completely stunned his accomplices.

The accomplice lowered his head and said cautiously, "They put the money on the railing. They're just waiting for us to bring the hostage to the roadside to show it to them, and then they'll throw the money down."

At this moment, Liu Yan, who was wearing a blindfold, had cotton stuffed in her ears, was tied up and curled up in the back seat of the car, and kept twisting, seemed to have heard a sound and immediately quieted down.

"Delay! Delay some more! Delay some more!" Old Wang took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said hoarsely, "The police will be here soon!"

While reassuring Old Wang, his accomplice untied the straps from Liu Yan's feet: "No, the boss is guarding the mountainside."

After releasing Liu Yan's feet, the kidnapper, ignoring the numbness and stiffness in her legs caused by prolonged binding, yanked her out of the car and dragged her to the roadside. "Wait a little longer, it'll be over soon," the kidnapper said, whether to reassure Old Wang or to himself, it was unclear.

Old Wang felt suffocated, his fingertips trembled, and his throat tightened, but he could only grip the steering wheel, wait, watch, and watch as his accomplices dragged the hostage to a large rock by the roadside and threw him down, then walked step by step towards the bridge.

One, two, three, four, five.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Sitting in the driver's seat, anxious and restless, Lao Wang silently counted numbers in his mind, trying to suppress his chaotic emotions.

Time ticked by, and Old Wang, who had been silently counting to several hundred, was growing impatient. He stared intently at his accomplices still shouting at the hostages' families under the bridge in the distance, and a surge of anger rose within him.

He turned and lay prone on the passenger seat, supporting half his body with his right hand, while opening the glove compartment in front of the passenger seat with his left hand, searching for the dagger hidden inside, preparing to stab the hostage in a moment.

Let those bastards regret it!

Old Wang found the dagger and gripped it tightly in his hand. He felt his arm trembling slightly, and his breathing becoming faster and heavier. He felt that this was excitement, this was power, and he needed to release it.

He was trembling all over, muttering to himself repeatedly, "It's her fault, it's their fault! Why didn't they throw the money down! Why didn't they throw the money down quickly!"

He couldn't wait to jump out of the car, grab that little woman by the hair, and stab her in the stomach a few times.

Look at her curled up on the ground, trembling!
Listen to her painful wails and pleas for mercy!
Let's see if those bastards still dare to keep babbling on the bridge!
He got up and pulled the car door handle. Just as he lifted his left foot out, a flash of white light appeared on the rearview mirror on the door, followed by a sudden roar of the engine.

The sudden flash of white light blinded him instantly, and the deafening roar of the massive engine sent shockwaves through his brain.

Who would come here in the middle of the night! This is the dead of night! Who came here! Who!
The police are here! It must be the police! It's definitely the police!

"The police are here!!!"

In an instant, Old Wang's accumulated courage, his excitement, and the anger that filled his chest vanished without a trace.

In the entire world, only that one extremely sharp scream remained.

At that time, he was not a kidnapper who had committed numerous crimes, he was not a ruthless bandit who had traveled thousands of miles, and he was not a thug who was prepared to commit violence.

He is nothing, he is just Old Wang, just Old Wang who wants to get far away from this godforsaken place, just a pitiful person who wants to run away, escape, and get as far away as possible.

Old Wang slammed the car door shut and floored the gas pedal. In an instant, the car sped past his accomplices standing dumbfounded under the bridge, recklessly driving towards the muddy road below. It was their escape route, which they had scouted out beforehand; the roads there were complex and interconnected.

Rush over!
Rush over!
He can escape as long as he rushes over!
Old Wang was able to escape.

(End of this chapter)