Chapter 167: The Bomber, Waiting Like a Poisonous Snake, The 300-Second Countdown Begins!

On the main road in the center of Liangxi City.

A modified off-road vehicle was slowly driving along the side of the road, getting closer and closer to the Red Rose Beauty Salon, now only about fifty meters away.

However, since this was the city center, the streets were filled with various night venues, bars, foot massage parlors, commercial streets, and numerous night markets.

As a result, vehicles stopping temporarily along the roadside were not uncommon, and this modified off-road vehicle naturally didn’t attract much attention.

The deliberate fifty-meter distance also didn’t stand out, ensuring that the police officers maintaining order in front of the beauty salon didn’t notice it.

Of course, aside from the Bomber’s own excellent counter-surveillance capabilities, another reason was…

To the police in the criminal investigation team, at this moment, only Rose, a member of the drug trafficking organization, was present in Liangxi City. It wasn’t like in Gusu City, where there was a second member responsible for executions hiding in the city.

Had they known that besides Rose, the Bomber was also in Liangxi City right now, the overall security measures around the beauty salon would have been much stricter. At the very least, they wouldn’t have ended road control so early and allowed the SWAT officers to withdraw.

This was an extremely dangerous and deadly information gap, one that couldn’t be avoided.

Unless Rose was immediately interrogated, it would be absurd and illogical to boldly conclude, just from a few missed calls, that the Bomber was currently in Liangxi City.

Moreover, with the current tense situation, it was highly unlikely that any members of the drug trafficking organization would take the risk of exposing themselves. Staying in the city they were familiar with was the most likely option.

These series of coincidental events had led to the situation where the Bomber was now like a poisonous snake coiled by the roadside, its entire body tense, its sharp fangs honed, waiting for the prey to come closer.

…

Inside the idling off-road vehicle.

The Bomber, with an explosive hairstyle, was leaning sideways in the driver’s seat, calmly gazing at the front door of the beauty salon through the windshield.

In his line of sight, the police officers guarding the entrance of the beauty salon didn’t show any unusual movements, and their gaze wasn’t directed inside the salon, indicating that Rose was still upstairs and hadn’t been brought out yet.

It made sense… Rose had only recently been captured, and those officers were likely still in the secret room, searching for clues related to the human skin mask maker.

Additionally, since they had just uncovered the fifteen-second coded message from the organization, they were probably contacting other members in an effort to capture more people.

It seemed he still had some time to say his goodbyes to Xiao Wei.

Thinking of this, the Bomber picked up the specially-made phone that was tossed on the passenger seat, not caring that the phone was strictly meant for contacting only members within the organization.

He entered the number that was deeply etched in his mind, then exhaled deeply and dialed.

“Beep—”

“Beep—”

“Beep—”

“……”

With each passing second of the missed call, the Bomber’s heart twisted with an indescribable agony.

Perhaps it was tension, perhaps unease, perhaps regret at not being able to see his sister one last time, or the worry that no one would be there to care for her.

After several seconds of silence, the Bomber’s complex emotions were abruptly interrupted by a prompt tone.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later.”

No one answered?

This missed call caused the Bomber to pause, his mood tightening even further.

Just as he was about to dial again, he suddenly realized it was already past 10 PM, and he let out a slight sigh, shaking his head in self-mockery.

“So late already…”

“Xiao Wei… she must have already gone to bed, no wonder she didn’t answer the call.”

“It’s a pity. I can’t even say goodbye or give her any last advice. After all these years of effort, I still didn’t get to see the day Xiao Wei got cured and married.”

“But at least… I have enough money now, and Xiao Wei no longer has to suffer in that damned old folks’ home with me.”

At this moment, the Bomber recalled how his parents had died in a tragic accident caused by a misfire during an acting explosion, leaving him and Xiao Wei as orphans.

At a young age, with no work and no place to stay, they were forced to live in an old folks’ home, taking care of paralyzed elderly people covered in filth and urine.

Although these paralyzed elders couldn’t move their hands and feet, their mouths were cruel, constantly insulting him and the young Xiao Wei, who was just over ten years old at the time.

In his memory, he had lost count of how many times Xiao Wei had cried from the insults, her face covered in fresh red slap marks. There was even a time when those damn elders almost…

Because of this, after joining the drug trafficking organization, the Bomber chose to blow up that old folks’ home as his first mission, passing the test through his years of accumulated anger and desire for revenge.

At this moment, his mind grew increasingly agitated as he remembered how he had always feared encountering other children on the road with Xiao Wei.

Every time Xiao Wei saw children her age, carrying school bags, holding hamburgers, and able to act spoiled to their parents, her eyes would fill with longing.

That longing hurt him deeply, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Because even surviving had taken all his strength, how could he dare to hope for a better life? How could he ever imagine having the kind of life others envied like he did now?

He was grateful… truly grateful to K.

Without K, how could he have this life? How could he have enough money to get Xiao Wei treated?

As the Bomber recalled the little moments with his sister, he opened a foreign transfer website and transferred all the huge amounts of money from his foreign accounts to his sister’s overseas black card.

In fact, from the moment he joined the drug trafficking organization, the Bomber had prepared for this day. He could die—he might have died five years ago.

But Xiao Wei… she had to live. She had to live well, so she would never have to envy other children who could carry school bags and hold hamburgers.

After doing all this, the Bomber casually tossed the special phone into the back seat of the car.

Then, he reached for the black duffel bag in the back seat that had been prepared for Rose, opened it, and took out a device that resembled an air conditioner remote control.

He then began to wait patiently, like a snake coiled by the roadside.

…

Five minutes later.

In his calm gaze, the Bomber saw the police officers standing at the entrance of the beauty salon all look toward the inside of the building at the same time.

He gently pressed the middle button of the remote control in his palm.

The next second, the black duffel bag in the trunk lit up with a bright red countdown, accompanied by an ear-piercing beeping sound, growing louder with each second.

300!

299!

298!!!

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