Special Forces Medic-Chapter 836 - 809: Yao Zheng Must Die

The captain could run well, but Xiao Lin was getting tired of this cat-and-mouse chase. He picked up a rock from the ground and aimed it at the person's knee ahead of him. Unsurprisingly, the person fell to the ground, clutching his right leg and rolling in pain.

"Which police squad are you from? I haven't seen you at the district police station." Xiao Lin approached the captain. "Or are you impersonating the police?" The captain had some courage, but he refused to speak. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Playing the hero isn't a wise choice now. Fine, since you don't want to talk, you can just be a mute for life."

In his hand, the peculiar dagger was already gleaming. Such a pity, it seemed it had yet to be stained with fresh blood. Wonder if this would be the first to inaugurate it.

"I'm a cop. You won't get away even if you kill me." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Oh, really? But I don't need a reason to kill, and killing you requires even less of a reason."

"Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are? Killing people isn't punishable?" The captain had never met someone so arrogant—did people really say such things?

"Police officers raping isn't punishable? Police officers killing isn't punishable? I've been following you for a while. Didn't you want to first violate that woman and then blow her brains out? Your underlings aren't very tight-lipped! They spilled everything with just a scare!" Xiao Lin toyed with the dagger in his hand, thinking that without showing some harshness, these fools really consider themselves heroes!

"Who exactly are you people? I'd advise you not to meddle—this isn't something you can handle." The captain tried to curry a favor with this person.

"Is Yao Zheng that formidable? He's barely holding his own, and you're foolishly risking your life for him?"

The captain paused for a moment, instinctively resisting Xiao Lin's manipulation. In that regard, he still had some value, but too bad he followed the wrong person. "Are you coming with me willingly, or do you want to lie here?"

The captain took only a second to decide. He was acutely aware that going back meant he might survive, but his family's lives were uncertain. If he fought tooth and nail, there might still be a sliver of hope. Given his years of street-smart experience, he was no slouch and could easily handle a greenhorn.

Perhaps this confidence was why, at the moment of his death, he never understood how Xiao Lin made his move. Blood dripped before his eyes; the captain felt the veins in his eyes fill with blood. That person still stood in place as if he had never moved. He raised his hand to touch his chin, as if something had fallen off. The hissing sound didn't come from the wind by his ear, but from beneath his chin. He struggled to breathe, now only feeling that the exhalation was greater than the inhalation.

His legs went weak, falling to the ground. He couldn't utter a word, unable to comprehend what had happened. If he could, if there were time, he'd want to ask clearly. But all he could do was slump to the ground and start convulsing uncontrollably.

The whole event took only a few minutes. To Xiao Lin, this opponent was too weak, not requiring any careful planning, just a raise of his hand to eliminate. What a pity. "Properly send his body back for burial, with standard military honors."

"Brother!" Hua Qingyi drove forward, picking up Xiao Lin.

"Despite being someone with backbone, this guy followed the wrong lead. Such a death isn't worth it, merely serving Yao Zheng's interests, having someone so loyal to him." Xiao Lin wiped the dagger clean with a handkerchief. The hollow section now carried a thin red mark. He's never found it so appealing, yet now it seemed perfect.

"No one would truly risk their life for Yao Zheng!" Yan Juanjuan, sitting at the side, also looked at the body. She didn't share Xiao Lin's sentiment, her eyes void, voice trembling. Xiao Lin glanced at Hua Qingyi, who nodded. "This person died for his family. Had he chosen to go back with you, word would have gotten out, and his entire family would have been the ones to die." Yan Juanjuan saw through the situation, her rare coldness starkly contrasting with the reserved demeanor she had at the outset, having endured much these days, Xiao Lin mused.

Women can love men for a long time, completely and unreservedly. But once such love turns into hate, wholly and absolutely, the love then truly becomes hate.

"I will tell all that I know. My only demand is that Yao Zheng must die." At this moment, Yan Juanjuan was colder than ever before, her eyes as barren and indifferent as if she had lost all hope.

"You should know, although not all the crimes Yao Zheng pinned on you are real, the ones you did partake in are enough to send you to the execution ground for a bullet. The national property above all." Xiao Lin suddenly felt awkward saying this, involuntarily chuckling, brief though it was, enough to earn an eye-roll from Hua Qingyi.

"I know, I will surely die! I'm only concerned about my son's fate." Yan Juanjuan harbored no illusions about her own mortality; without her as his support, what kind of life would her son, far overseas, live? With no economic backing, where would he go?

"If you cared so much about your son, you shouldn't have sunk into this with Yao Zheng in the first place." Xiao Lin seldom spoke such words, but at this moment it felt like mild reprimand.

"I've done a lot for the government as well, including countless financial contributions. After my death, could funds be allocated to support him until he graduates college and becomes independent? Whatever you want me to do is fine."

Xiao Lin turned to Hua Qingyi, tempted to tell her to take it easy earlier but refrained. "Yan Juanjuan, some things are not within our decision-making power. The crimes you've committed can't offer you any plea for leniency. You should have cooperated with us from the start, but you clung to hope, which disappoints me. I can only pass on your request, but I can't give you any definitive answer. You need to understand that." As Hua Qingyi drove, he watched Yan Juanjuan's expression via the rearview mirror.

"Thank you, Young Master Hua." Yan Juanjuan lowered her head, grateful just to have her message delivered, facing next the man she hates to the core. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)