Outside the window, the night was dark and the lights were not on. The headlights on the road in the distance shone through the window and the yellow light flashed along the ceiling.
At that moment, Qin Chuan suddenly stepped on the edge of the overturned coffee table and threw himself in front of Jiang Stops!
Clang — —
The triangular blade collided with the metal of the folding knife with a sharp sound. Jiang Stops staggered back and crushed the vase. Clang again in a hurry! Clang! The blades collided and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Stops was forced into a corner!
Qin Chuan usually presented himself as a refined yuppie, but when he made a move, he was not his usual self. His coldness, cruelty, and agility were comparable to a professional Aje. In the dark, his familiarity with the terrain and his overwhelming strength helped him. With a creak from the bottom of his feet, Jiang Stops' back was firmly pressed against the wall. The folding knife collided with the triangular blade with a clang!
The two pieces of metal collided with each other, making an extremely uncomfortable friction sound. The tip of the knife inched closer to Jiang Stops' nose, centimeter by centimeter.
"If you really didn't feel anything when Yue Guangping died," Jiang Stops stared into Qin Chuan's eyes and suddenly asked, "why were you so flustered that you knocked over the ashtray when you left?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crisp sound from three years ago seemed to resound in his ears again, and it was still as terrifying as before — — Clang!
Qin Chuan's calm expression suddenly changed. He subconsciously loosened his grip and was pushed away by Jiang Stops!
Qin Chuan was caught off guard and staggered a few steps. Before he could stand firm, he saw a snowy flash in front of his eyes. From his shoulder to the right side of his chest, he felt cold and hot, and blood splattered everywhere!
Jiang Ting kicked Qin Chuan so hard that he fell back and knocked over the sofa. The furnishings on the display shelf fell to the ground with a crash. Jiang Stops didn't wait for him to get up. He jumped over the sofa with his knife and tried to grab the tri-edged dagger that fell on the ground. Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan grabbed his ankle and pulled him down. The huge force made the two of them fall into the ruins at the same time!
"…" Jiang Stops cursed silently. As soon as he got up, he was hit by Qin Chuan's elbow and fell to the ground. His head hit the wall. Jiang Stops's vision went black for about half a second. Then, he heard the sound of metal clanging. Qin Chuan had flipped over and picked up the weapon!
Not good!
His keen combat awareness saved Jiang Stops. In the next moment, he tried his best to tilt his head. The triangular blade stuck close to the side of his face and stabbed into the wall!
A trace of blood gushed out from Jiang Stops's cheek, which was as white as ice, and slowly meandered along the blood groove of the blade.
"So thank you for giving me a chance to talk," Qin Chuan said softly, "It's been hard for me all these years."
Then, the tri-edged dagger was pulled out of the wall and stabbed towards Jiang Stops' temple!
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly sounded. The tip of the dagger stopped two inches away from the skin.
"Stop, Qin Chuan." A gentle, decisive, and familiar voice sounded from the bedroom door, "Otherwise, the next shot will kill you."
"…" Qin Chuan slowly turned his head and said, "I was just wondering when you would come out, Chief Lu."
Chief Lu's characteristic honest figure was against the light. He walked to the door of the living room and stopped. In his hand was a Type 92 police gun. His reading glasses flashed slightly. It was hard to see what kind of expression he had. He slowly repeated, "Put down the weapon, stop."
At this time, Qin Chuan pressed Jiang Stops against the wall. The tip of the dagger was only inches away from the temple. If he used a little more force, life and death would be decided.
No one made a sound, not even the sound of breathing could be heard. Qin Chuan didn't say a word. After a long while, he slowly let go of Jiang Stops and turned around.
At this time, the distant headlights shone in, reflecting his tight shoulder muscles, the sharp tri-edged dagger in his hand, and his cold eyes staring at the gun in Chief Lu's hand.
Obviously, nothing happened, but at that moment, everyone suddenly felt that if he wanted to, he could throw the dagger and shoot the gun down in an instant!
It happened in the blink of an eye. Director Lu's index finger tightened reflexively on the trigger. But in the next moment, to his surprise, Qin Chuan didn't move. He smiled at Director Lu and casually threw down the triangular blade with a "ding dang!"
In the distance, a red and blue light suddenly appeared. In the distance, there was an indistinct siren.
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"Your original plan was not to meet in front of me, right?" Qin Chuan ridiculed.
Chief Lu didn't answer this question. He waved his hand, "Raise your hands and walk over slowly. Stand here and don't move. Captain Jiang? Are you okay? "
Jiang Stops wiped the warm blood on his cheeks. He tiredly got up and picked up Qin Chuan's tri-edged dagger, saying, "Don't worry about me."
Qin Chuan stepped over the mess on the floor. He symbolically raised his hands and walked to the middle of the living room and stood there.
He didn't have much luck. From his right shoulder to his chest, Jiang Stops left a half-foot long bloody mark. The blood seeped through his shirt and outlined his muscles. At first glance, he looked fierce and fierce. But in contrast, his expression didn't show any abnormality. He even looked a little relaxed. He pointed to the floor and asked, "Can I wear my glasses?"
Chief Lu said, "Wear them."
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