?Phone reading He Muqing had changed back into her uniform, gritting her teeth as she watched the vehicle transporting Qin Feng drive away. Eight-zero e-book "Head, you're really impressive!" Shu Yajing raised her thumb in admiration. It was no surprise that someone from above had come up with this idea—first a romantic approach, then a direct crackdown on the yellow press. Though it carried a slight fishing-for-issues charge, it was still an effective strategy. After all, Qin Feng was stubborn as ever—despite days of persistent investigation, they simply couldn't uncover his core operations. He Muqing narrowed her eyes, sighing, "Mocking me? Impressive? Come on, I'm not even sure I didn't lose the battle to that guy!" As a direct participant, she was fully aware of what had transpired, while Shu Yajing only knew that Qin Feng had been arrested—she was unaware of the rest. If Mr. Qin had been pulled out of bed bare-bottomed, He Muqing might have felt a little relieved. But since he was dressed neatly, it was at best a failed pickup—world apart from genuine prostitution. "Notify the car in front to head to the special police physical training ground," He Muqing said to Shu Yajing. Shu Yajing was taken aback: "Why not bring them back to the bureau? After all, that would be more interesting—then we can have Mei come over to collect them and settle the score!" She still held a grudge from the time Mei had threatened her via video call. He Muqing grew displeased: "Do you decide, or do I? I told you to call—go ahead and make the call!" "Oh!" Shu Yajing responded, her expression showing clear dissatisfaction—the sense that higher rank always trumps authority once again. On the off-road vehicle, Qin Feng, still handcuffed, smiled warmly at the special police officers on either side and asked, "You're not usually assigned to handle terrorists or violent crimes, are you? When did you start taking on the 'cleaning up yellow' assignments?" "Cut the crap! Once we get there, you'll see how it feels!" the special forces officer said with a proud sniff. Honestly, I'm not even going to complain—just you wait, with these bunch of you, you barely manage to handle an ordinary criminal. As long as Qin Feng wants to, he can take care of this guy in ten seconds flat. The driver of the special forces unit quickly received the new instructions, acknowledged with a "Got it," then turned the wheel and headed down a different route, while He Muqing and Shu Yajing followed behind at a distance. The physical training base was located in the suburban area, and the journey wasn't short. Qin Feng had already begun to close his eyes and settle into meditation. As they passed a three-way intersection, a group of black-clad figures suddenly leapt out from the roadside grass, making no greeting, and immediately opened fire on the off-road vehicle. Drrrrrrr— A dense barrage of fire from seven or eight AK-47s, bullets flying like locusts, striking the off-road vehicle. Clang, clang... The windshield was shattered, and the vehicle itself was riddled like a honeycomb. The two special agents sitting in the front hadn't even processed what was happening before they were hit—now they were scattered like leaves. Under the relentless barrage of bullets, their bulletproof vests were nearly useless. It's not likely at all. The people of Death Island have all perished—the self-destruct system first compromised the computer archives. Even if someone managed to reach the island, they wouldn't be able to recover anything of value from the wreckage. Moreover, if the police knew his identity, wouldn't they use a fishing-out strategy to tackle a super killer? That seems rather childish. He Muqing sharply turned the steering wheel, executing a stunning rear-wheel spin that left the car横 across the road. The two of them quickly disembarked and rolled into the grassy bushes by the roadside for cover. The AK-47 had a long range, and its bullets struck the car body in a series of startling circular holes. Fortunately, He Muqing had reacted promptly; otherwise, they would have followed the fate of the frontline special police officers ahead. "What's going on?" Shu Yajing drew her pistol, chambered it quickly and secured the safety, ready for a gunfight. He Muqing shook her head. "I have no idea—this wasn't part of my plan! Yajing, what are you going to do? Are you going to charge straight at them and fight to the death? The effective range of your pistol is only 50 meters—once you show yourself, you'll become their prime target." Shu Yajing huffed. "Then what? Are we supposed to just stay here like turtles, hoping they'll be foolish enough to enter our effective range?" "Even if they came over willingly, with their AK-47s firing fiercely and outnumbering us, the outcome was still one-sided." He Meng Qing calmly drew her pistol, expressing a sense of regret: "We haven't even figured out Qin Feng's identity yet—he's already dead! This responsibility lies squarely with me. If only I hadn't insisted on my own course..." As she spoke, she paused. Together, they looked up. A few sharp bursts of gunfire silenced several of the AK-47s that had been blazing with confidence. While the gunners' attention was drawn to the second vehicle, Qin Feng had managed to unlock his handcuffs, retrieved a pistol from the body of a special police officer, and silently descended through the window. Now, it was time to call out the gunners one by one. Having fired over one hundred and thirty rounds at the SUV, with a hit rate exceeding ninety percent, they were certain that no one remained alive inside. Surviving in the most critical situations is one of the essential skills for a top-tier assassin, and Qin Feng has executed this exceptionally well. Pap, pap—five out of eight gunners were hit. The remaining three reacted swiftly, immediately turning their guns toward Qin Feng, firing in rapid succession—bullets cascading like hail. Qin Feng rolled to the ground, and the bullets struck the earth, sending streaks of sparks flying. "By heaven, he's still alive! What are we waiting for—let's go help him!" Shu Yajing raised her gun and charged out. He Muqing smiled faintly, thinking to herself how impetuous this girl is—more so than I am. She too leapt out of the grass, following closely behind.