Chapter 108: Now! Immediately! Get Down with Your Hands on Your Head!

At this moment.

All entrances and exits of the Huaihai Art Museum had been completely sealed off.

No one was allowed in or out, and even all signals were thoroughly jammed to prevent anyone from tipping off Zhou Shirui—giving him the chance to use some unfortunate soul in the lecture hall as a hostage.

Of course.

This was only to block internal communication.

Outside the museum, however, the five police cars and five SWAT bulletproof vehicles parked at the exits had already caused quite a stir.

Since the area around the museum was fairly crowded, many curious passersby had taken out their phones to snap pictures and speculate on what was happening inside.

What could warrant such a massive police deployment, with fully armed SWAT officers present?

Some internet clowns, eager to gain attention, even started spreading absurd rumors—claiming that a zombie outbreak had occurred in the museum, which was why so many police had been dispatched.

However, more rational bystanders quietly distanced themselves from the area.

Because—For the police to send such a large force, something serious had undoubtedly happened. Even if it wasn’t a terrifying bomb threat, it was likely a major arrest operation.

Staying away was the smartest choice.

…

At this moment, on the top floor of Xing Sheng Building in Luzhou City.

The usually composed K had lost his mood for swirling wine. Before him sat his third backup laptop, and his fingers were rapidly tapping away at the keyboard.

On the screen.

His hastily written web-crawling software was constantly pulling images of police vehicles and related posts from real-time platforms like Douyin and Weibo.

Having lost access to his most convenient surveillance system, “Heavenly Eye,” K had to rely on these indirect means—sifting through posts from nosy onlookers and rumor-spreaders to gauge the situation in the city.

And now, K saw it.

A large number of police cars stationed at the entrance of the Huaihai Art Museum.

He raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

Why had the Sculptor been found so quickly?

Logically speaking, even if the police had uncovered his true identity, tracking down the Sculptor’s new alias—his golden cicada shell—should have taken at least twenty-four hours.

After all, the Sculptor had a remarkably high criminal IQ. His only flaw was his uncontrollable insanity.

But in a life-or-death situation like this, he wouldn’t act recklessly.

Moreover, considering the past record of the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Division, their case-solving speed had never been impressive. There were no genius detectives among them.

So how had they pinpointed the Sculptor’s exact location in less than an hour?

K pondered for a few seconds.

Then suddenly, a firm declaration surfaced in his mind:

“In my eyes…”

“There has never been a perfect crime in the past, there isn’t one now, and there never will be in the future!”

At that moment.

K immediately understood why the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Division was operating so efficiently. His face returned to its usual calm, devoid of emotion.

He turned his gaze toward the Priest, who sat nearby, repeatedly assembling and disassembling a revolver.

With a knowing tone, K spoke.

“Priest.”

“The Sculptor has been completely exposed. Right now, he’s likely surrounded by the Huaihai police.”

Hearing this, the Priest’s hands briefly paused in their mechanical work.

In a low, gravelly voice, he asked, “Do we need to relocate?”

“Will the Sculptor spill everything? When I checked with my sniper scope earlier, I noticed the Criminal Investigation Division in Cangshan District was acting unusually aggressive.”

“Judging by the frequency and number of police vehicle movements, they’re clearly searching for us.”

K didn’t answer immediately.

He simply picked up his wine glass, swirled the liquid gently, and spoke with serene confidence.

“No need to move.”

“Those watchdogs in Cangshan District lost their sense of smell long ago. They won’t find us here.”

“As for the Sculptor…”

“From what I know of him, he’d rather turn himself into one of his own artworks than step foot inside a police station—let alone be locked in an interrogation room.”

“And now, I know…”

“Exactly who has the capability to take down both the Doctor and the Sculptor so quickly—utterly and completely!”

The Priest didn’t look up at K.

He continued disassembling his revolver, took a deep drag on his cigar, exhaled a plume of smoke, and asked again.

“Do you need me to go?”

“If we take out that person first, wouldn’t this whole situation end?”

K took a small sip of his expensive wine and shook his head, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.

“No need.”

“It’s not time for you to throw your life away yet.”

“The Sculptor won’t reveal too much about us, so there’s no need to make any sudden moves.”

“But given the current situation…”

“Their next target will likely be Poison.”

“When the time comes, I’ll personally direct Poison to play a game of hide-and-seek.”

“If he manages to evade them, then this person isn’t as formidable as we think.”

“But if they still manage to track down Poison…”

“Then our only options left are—”

“Relocation, or death.”

“Let’s just hope, when that moment comes, Poison has the courage to handle himself—without us having to clean up his mess for him!”

…

Back in the third-floor lecture hall of the art museum.

With a sudden bang, the doors were kicked open.

Lin Tian’s furious roar filled the entire hall.

“Nobody move!”

His voice.

Made every single person in the lecture hall instinctively turn their heads in confusion.

And in the very next second—They saw dozens of fully armed SWAT and criminal investigators pouring into the hall, rifles raised and aimed.

Everyone except Zhou Shirui.

Regardless of whether they had a criminal record or had ever used drugs, they all immediately felt their throats tighten, sweat bead on their foreheads, and their hearts skip a beat.

Even the most esteemed figures in the art world had never experienced the chilling sensation of having a SWAT officer’s rifle aimed at them.

After a brief moment of stunned terror, the lecture hall erupted into a frenzy.

Many people turned to one another, whispering and exclaiming in alarm.

A few self-important art masters, thinking their reputation or seniority gave them some authority, prepared to stand up and question what was happening.

BANG!

A warning shot rang out.

The crowd instantly fell silent, shrinking into their seats in fear.

Following the gunshot.

The invited media instinctively turned their cameras toward Lin Tian and his team.

Although they had initially come to cover the conference, they weren’t about to pass up the opportunity for breaking news—especially one involving armed law enforcement.

This was a major case!

At this moment.

Through the camera lens.

Lin Tian stood with his right arm raised high, gripping a Type 92 pistol, a faint wisp of smoke still trailing from its barrel.

His gaze—sharp as a dagger—remained locked onto Zhou Shirui on stage.

Slowly, he lowered his arm and leveled the gun at Zhou Shirui, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Zhou Shirui.”

“You have nowhere left to run. Stop what you’re doing, get down, and put your hands on your head.”

“Don’t entertain any illusions. Don’t think for a second that we’ll give you the chance to take a hostage.”

“Or perhaps…”

“You’d rather play dead? Would you prefer I call you Zhou Jack instead?”

“Twenty years ago, you escaped once.”

“This time.”

“Do you really think you’ll get another chance?”

Lin Tian’s tone grew harsher.

He pointed his pistol and shouted—

“Right now…”

“Immediately! Get down!”