Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Once the arrest plan was finalized, in order to avoid alerting the suspect and ensure everything went smoothly, Zhang Haiyang personally led the team, along with two local police officers familiar with the area. The three of them entered the large courtyard where Niu Tao lived under the guise of a routine visit by the police station to verify household registration information.

There were seven or eight households living in the courtyard. They knocked on each door, behaving in a friendly manner, and deliberately raised their voices to explain their purpose, emphasizing that they were just checking the household registration and updating the information, creating a routine atmosphere to avoid causing unnecessary panic, and even more so to avoid alerting their target.

When they arrived at Niu Tao's house, the old wooden door was tightly shut. Zhang Haiyang stepped forward, knocked, and called out in a casual tone:

"Is anyone home? It's the police station. They're checking household registrations. Please open the door and cooperate."

After a long silence, a rustling sound came from inside. The door creaked open a crack, but instead of Niu Tao as expected, a woman in her forties appeared.

The woman had an ordinary face, but an unusually voluptuous figure, especially her breasts, which were so heavy that they stretched her thin shirt taut, as if they were about to burst out at any moment. Her face was flushed, her hair was a little messy, and one of the buttons on her collar was fastened crookedly, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. She exuded a sense of haste and languor, as if she had just finished something and hadn't had time to tidy herself up.

Upon seeing three uniformed men standing outside the door, a flicker of panic flashed in the woman's eyes, and she avoided eye contact.

"Who...who are you looking for?"

Zhang Haiyang and the two police officers were stunned. According to the information they had gathered earlier, Niu Tao lived alone and there shouldn't be anyone else at home. Where did this woman come from?

But Zhang Haiyang was quick-witted. Combining the woman's expression, clothing, and the fact that there might be other people in the room, he instantly guessed that the woman was probably a prostitute and had stayed there last night.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "That son of a bitch Niu Tao, even with his wrist so badly injured, he still doesn't forget to 'treat' his brother. He's really 'dedicated'."

While thinking this in his heart, he remained outwardly composed, his tone still businesslike:

"We are from the local police station, conducting a routine household registration check. Please take out your household registration booklet for a look and cooperate with our work."

Upon hearing that it was just a household registration check, the woman visibly relaxed and managed a slight smile.

"Oh, checking household registration... Please wait a moment, I'll go in and get it..." Before she finished speaking, another man came out of the house.

It was Niu Tao.

He was shirtless, revealing lean but well-defined muscles, and a large, conspicuous white plaster was on his right wrist. When he saw the three uniformed policemen at the door, his eyes flickered, but he remained relatively calm.

"Officer, what's the matter?"

The woman quickly replied, "They're checking household registration; they need the household registration booklet."

"Oh," Niu Tao responded, turning and walking into the house.

"Wait a moment, I'll take it out of the box."

The room was small, and you could see the whole thing at a glance. Against the wall was an old-fashioned double-door wardrobe. Niu Tao walked over, opened the wardrobe door, and bent down to rummage through it.

In the very next second, something unexpected happened!

When Niu Tao pulled his hand out of the wardrobe, what he was holding was not a household registration book, but a black Type 54 pistol!

His movements were as swift as a cheetah's; he grabbed the woman standing to the side, who hadn't yet reacted, and pulled her close, his thick arm tightening around her neck. He shielded her in front of him, pressed the muzzle of his gun against her temple, glared fiercely at the doorway, and roared angrily.

"Don't come any closer. Get the hell out of here, or I'll shoot her!"

The sudden turn of events caused the situation to deteriorate rapidly, creating a tense and suffocating atmosphere!

Zhang Haiyang and his two companions were startled, completely unprepared for this sudden turn of events. They didn't know where they had slipped up, and what alarmed them even more was that this guy actually had a gun, something that hadn't been mentioned in the intelligence at all!

In fact, Zhang Haiyang and his accomplices' disguise was not exposed. It was just that Niu Tao had a guilty conscience and had been dealt with by the public security organs in the past, so he had an instinctive fear and wariness of the police.

Upon seeing the police arrive, he instinctively assumed that his scheme had been exposed, so he decided to take the initiative and take hostages in an attempt to resist. As for the gun, he had secretly hidden it from the commune's armed forces department when he was working as a militia member in the countryside of HN. He also had several hundred rounds of ammunition hidden in his possession, which he always carried with him, becoming the source of his confidence in committing crimes.

The woman being strangled was terrified; her legs went weak, and tears and snot streamed down her face.

"What...what are you going to do? Officer, save me, save me! I...I don't know him, I'm just...I'm just...a prostitute," she stammered in a panic, even shouting out her "profession."

"You slut, shut your mouth!"

Niu Tao tightened his grip on her arm, pressed the gun barrel against her head, and roared at Zhang Haiyang and the others.

"Get out! Did you hear me? If you don't get out, I'll beat her to death right now!"

Seeing this, Zhang Haiyang and his two companions had no choice but to slowly retreat and leave the room. The door was slammed shut by Niu Tao from the inside with a bang, followed by the sound of the latch sliding.

From inside the house came a woman's terrified cries, pleas for mercy, and screams.

The other criminal police officers lying in ambush outside heard the commotion and quickly gathered around.

"Captain, what's going on?" a team member asked urgently in a low voice.

Zhang Haiyang's face was so gloomy it could drip water:

"The suspect has a gun and has taken a woman hostage. Damn, this is troublesome!" His mind raced as he considered how to deal with the situation.

at this time……

"boom!"

A crisp, abrupt gunshot rang out from behind the house!

Immediately afterwards, the door that had just been closed was suddenly kicked open from the inside, and the woman who had just been kidnapped scrambled out, her hair disheveled, and collapsed onto the ground in the yard.

Zhang Haiyang rushed forward, helped the woman up, and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

"What's going on inside? Where is everyone?!"

The woman's face was deathly pale, and she trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind. She pointed into the room, her words barely coherent.

"He...he ran away...he...he came from behind..."

Zhang Haiyang knew something was wrong. He was the first to draw his gun and rush into the house. The small room, about ten square meters, was empty. There was no sign of Niu Tao. His eyes quickly scanned the room and immediately locked onto the wardrobe by the wall. The wardrobe had been moved to an angle, revealing a dark, narrow door in the wall behind it, just big enough for one person to pass through!

"Damn, there's a secret passage!"

Zhang Haiyang cursed under his breath. This bastard was cunning; he had been prepared for this day and was waiting for it. Without hesitation, he crawled inside.

The secret passage was very short, leading directly to the back of the tenement. Zhang Haiyang rushed out of the passage and saw an old wall, about 1.8 meters tall and more than a person high, with fresh footprints and bits of soil clearly visible on the top of the wall.