Chapter 170: Life’s Final Flashback — Three Minutes Until the Explosion!

A violent crash rang out.

Every officer present had bloodshot eyes as they watched in horror…

The private car carrying Gao Chao and Qiangwei was struck head-on by the modified heavy off-road vehicle. It was flung into the air, spinning one and a half times before crashing down hard, landing roof-first.

Luckily… the car wasn’t completely destroyed in the collision.

Because Gao Chao had also floored the gas pedal at the last moment and the impact came from the side, they avoided being directly crushed.

However, the side impact still caused serious consequences—Qiangwei, who hadn’t yet fastened her seatbelt in the back seat, was thrown out through the car door by the powerful force, her head hitting the ground as she landed.

Though her condition remained unclear on the surface, the bright red blood flowing onto the ground already made one thing obvious—Qiangwei was in serious danger.

As for Gao Chao, who had the protection of a seatbelt and wasn’t thrown out, he too had lost consciousness.

A deep, bone-revealing wound split across his forehead. The driver’s door was crushed inward, trapping his left arm and leg tightly under twisted metal. All the airbags in the vehicle had deployed.

…

The full-speed impact had a serious effect even on the explosive-laden off-road vehicle.

Although the custom bulletproof glass and thick metal plating kept the SUV relatively intact—only the hood was deformed and the engine was unharmed—its driver, the “Bomber,” didn’t come out unscathed.

When the airbags burst out during the crash, one struck Bomber directly in the face, fracturing his brow bone and soaking his left eye in blood.

His chest slammed into the steering wheel, sending waves of sharp pain through his ribs—that pain told him without a doubt: his ribs were broken.

Despite the agony that cut to the bone, Bomber dared not relax even a little. Gao Chao’s maneuver had thrown his plan into uncertainty. He couldn’t be sure if Qiangwei was dead.

He couldn’t afford to gamble. He had to make absolutely sure Qiangwei was eliminated.

Forcing himself to endure the sting of blood running into his eyes, Bomber widened his gaze as much as possible and saw her—Qiangwei, lying motionless on the ground not far ahead.

He immediately stomped on the accelerator again. Though his body shook violently with every throb of pain, his grip on the steering wheel remained rock steady.

The next second—

Even though his vision in the left eye was completely blurred with blood, even though the pain in his chest tested the last of his consciousness…

Bomber didn’t hesitate for even a moment. He drove straight toward Qiangwei, intending to crush her.

If he could hit her this time, the mission would be complete. Then… Xiao Wei could live the best life possible.

But just as the off-road vehicle closed within ten meters of Qiangwei—

Bang—

Bang—

Bang———

…

A rapid burst of gunfire rang out from the entrance of the beauty salon.

In everyone’s eyes, the bullets—fired in mere seconds—all struck the SUV’s front-left tire with pinpoint accuracy.

Then—

BOOM———

A deafening, low explosion louder than a bursting balloon echoed out.

The left-front tire of the heavy off-road vehicle exploded completely. The rubber shredded instantly, revealing the metallic hub beneath, which sparked as it scraped along the pavement.

At that moment—

No matter how tightly Bomber held the steering wheel, he could no longer control the vehicle. It veered off course, missing Qiangwei by a hair and crashing directly toward the beauty salon’s outer wall.

Because of the earlier acceleration, it was already too late to release the gas pedal or hit the brakes.

As the wall loomed closer—inevitable, inescapable—

Bomber let go of the steering wheel. His blood-soaked left eye could no longer see. He tilted his head back slightly as the flashbacks began.

He seemed to see his parents—strict but loving—who had passed away in an accident.

He seemed to see…

Xiao Wei, finally cured of her illness, surrounded by people who loved her. After marrying, they had a daughter who looked just like her.

A mischievous little girl, just like Xiao Wei, hugging his leg and calling him “Uncle”… but would he ever live to see that day? Probably not.

Ever since joining this organization, he’d learned not to dream too far into the future. Because who knew what would come first—tomorrow or death?

Did he regret it?

Maybe. No—definitely not. Never.

If not for K, if not for this organization, Xiao Wei would’ve died five years ago. No one would’ve called him “Brother” again.

But… he was sorry.

Sorry, Mom and Dad. He had never become the person you hoped—a useful member of society. Instead, he turned into… this monster.

Sorry, Xiao Wei. He had never told her the truth. He wasn’t working for some rich foreign boss. He had always told her to be a good person—yet he himself…

BOOM!!

Another earth-shaking explosion rang out.

The SUV Bomber was driving smashed violently into the beauty salon’s outer wall.

With such a direct hit, the front of the vehicle was crushed and deformed. No amount of reinforced steel could withstand such brutal force.

…

At the same time—

In full view of everyone, Su Ming strode out of the beauty salon, swapping out a magazine with practiced ease as he gave calm, unquestionable orders.

“Quick! Get Director Gao, Qiangwei, and Bomber to the hospital for emergency treatment—immediately!”

“Brother Sheng, get me a car right now! If I’m right, there’s a timed bomb in Bomber’s vehicle that’s already been activated.”

“The blast radius is enough to destroy the entire beauty salon. We absolutely can’t let it go off in the city center!”

“Everyone else—evacuate civilians and vehicles from Liangxi Bridge immediately! If I can’t disable the bomb, I’ll drive it to the bridge and detonate it there to minimize the damage!”

It was obvious—

Once Su Ming had deduced Bomber was nearby, he immediately realized that Bomber had come with no intention of leaving alive.

The Bomber originally intended to destroy the beauty salon would definitely be repurposed—to eliminate evidence, or to kill him.

And since the earlier car crash hadn’t triggered an explosion, it clearly proved—

The bombs in Bomber’s vehicle were stable, likely set to a timed detonation.

But even though it hadn’t gone off yet, there couldn’t be much time left on the countdown.

No matter what, the explosion couldn’t be allowed to happen in the city center. The casualties and damage would be unthinkable.

…

Su Ming ran quickly to the SUV’s crumpled, smoke-belching front.

He pulled out a thin wire—one he’d used before with the Huaihai Criminal Division and always kept in his pocket—and inserted it into the back door’s lock.

Click———

It didn’t even take three seconds. In just one, Su Ming had the door open.

He yanked it wide, took one glance at Bomber slumped over the steering wheel, mouth spilling bright red blood—

But he didn’t waste time on him. He immediately opened the black duffel bag in the back seat.

Accompanied by a deathly “beep beep beep”—

A digital timer came into view.

200!

199!

198!!!