Yu Yi was furious. Who suddenly unbuckles their seatbelt during high-speed driving without saying a word and then leaves the driver’s seat?
And now he’s “reminding” her about the seatbelt!
Meng Qing lowered his head and turned on the camera, looking at the drug transaction he had just filmed. As he watched, he suddenly blurted out, “Not bad filming, at least your hand was steady, and you didn’t shift the lens elsewhere.”
Yu Yi ignored him, focusing on driving and occasionally glancing at the navigation. Soon, gunshots could be heard from the video, and the video ended shortly after the gunfight began, by which time she had already turned off the camera.
Meng Qing said thoughtfully, “You’re different from last time…” He paused, unsure how to describe it, then continued, “Last time, when you were supposed to shoot Tu Fei Bai, you hesitated for a long time and couldn’t pull the trigger. This time, it was one shot per target.”
Yu Yi said bitterly, “They weren’t good people, were they?”
“Indeed, they weren’t good people,” Meng Qing shrugged. “But I’m talking about you, not whether they were good or bad.”
“…” Yu Yi didn’t know what to say. She herself could feel some changes in herself. Through mission after mission, facing death repeatedly, she had become colder than before. Today, she had even killed three drug dealers, which might be related to the hatred bottled up in her heart.
Seeing her silent, Meng Qing could see her complex expression in the rearview mirror and softly said, “This is good too.”
As they approached Longnan, they saw over ten police cars and two ambulances rushing past on the opposite lane. Meng Qing commented, “The operation was too slow, and there are too few ambulances. It seems many injured will have to be transported to the hospital in police cars.”
Yu Yi said flatly, “Perhaps because Guo Long is fine, and the other small targets are not a priority.”
“Exactly. At any time, the fate and circumstances of small people are overlooked by those in power. Their fate is only in their own hands.”
“I’m also a small person,” Yu Yi said softly.
“We both are.”
—
Yu Yi drove the Range Rover into the city center, and her head started to spin. This was overwhelming for someone driving a car for the first time. However, Meng Qing showed no intention of taking over, so Yu Yi gritted her teeth and navigated through the traffic.
After much effort, they arrived at Guo Long’s private doctor’s residence, a four-story building along the street with a sign on the ground floor reading “Recovery Clinic – Please go to the fourth floor.”
To avoid alerting anyone, Yu Yi parked her car over a hundred meters away. The moment the car stopped, she felt extremely exhausted.
Without her noticing, Meng Qing had changed his clothes and moved to the passenger seat, pointing forward and whispering, “Guo Long has indeed escaped here. That Mercedes in front is his car.”
Yu Yi asked, “Should we go up now or…?”
Meng Qing leaned back in his seat, relaxed, “He only arrived a few minutes before us. Let him treat his wounds for a while.” Then he opened his client and started playing a game.
Seeing him so leisurely, Yu Yi also leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, trying to recover from the fatigue of the gunfight and driving.
Something warm gently fell on her furrowed forehead.
Yu Yi was slightly startled, suddenly opening her eyes, and her brow naturally relaxed. She saw a black shadow in front of her, something pressing on her forehead. Picking it up, she realized it was a warm sandwich.
She turned to look at Meng Qing, who had already unwrapped his own sandwich and taken a big bite. “I’m treating you, no need to thank me,” he said.
Yu Yi smiled, “Thank you,” and began unwrapping her sandwich.
After Meng Qing finished his sandwich, he returned to his game. More than ten minutes later, Yu Yi also finished her sandwich. Meng Qing quit the game and said to her, “Now I’ll go check on the injured.”
Yu Yi noticed he said “I” instead of “we” and asked in surprise, “Only you? What about me?”
Meng Qing laughed, “You? You’re going to play the bad guy.”
—
Meng Qing entered the small building and climbed the narrow stairs to the third floor. The stairway to the fourth floor had a door with a “Recovery Clinic” sign, but it was tightly closed.
Meng Qing knocked on the door, and a man inside said rudely, “The clinic is closed today. Go somewhere else for treatment.”
Meng Qing knocked again, pleading, “Doctor, please help me. Just give me some anti-diarrhea medicine. I’ve been having diarrhea for a day and night and don’t have the strength to go elsewhere.”
The man scolded, “If you have no strength, how did you climb to the third floor?”
Meng Qing replied, “Not in one breath. I took hundreds of breaths to get up here.”
The man inside laughed, “We’re really not seeing patients today. You want anti-diarrhea medicine, right? Did you bring money?”
I’ll get you a box of medicine.
“I brought money, thank you so much, you’re so kind,” Meng Qing repeatedly expressed gratitude.
The man went up to the fourth floor. Meng Qing listened to his footsteps until he turned at the staircase landing, then unlocked the clinic door, slowly pulled it open, slipped inside, and gently closed the door.
He crossed the fourth floor in a few steps, silently approaching the man who had promised to pick up medicine until they were only two or three steps apart. Only then did the man sense something was wrong, turned around and saw him, calling out in shock and wariness: “How did you come up here?!”
Before the man could finish speaking, Meng Qing stepped forward and punched him in the jaw, causing him to immediately faint. Meng Qing didn’t spare him another glance and went straight into the clinic.
The reception and waiting room of the clinic was very small, with the treatment and operating room beyond. Hearing the commotion outside, three muscular men in the reception room immediately stood up, approached Meng Qing who had burst in, and formed a triangular formation, half-surrounding him. These three had received a call from Guo Long, knowing he had been ambushed and wounded in a gunfight, and had come to the clinic to act as bodyguards.
At this moment, seeing Meng Qing intrude, they clearly understood that he meant no good.
They not only took up fighting stances but also drew their guns, pointing them at Meng Qing from three directions. One of them shouted: “Stop right there! Which gang are you from? Do you know who you’re messing with?”
But wearing a bulletproof system, Meng Qing wasn’t afraid of their handguns at all. He stood in the middle with a relaxed smile, suddenly launched an attack, and the three men only managed to fire two shots before being knocked unconscious.
Guo Long lay in the clinic’s operating room, his left leg locally anesthetized while the doctor was suturing his wound. He heard shouting outside, but it was an awkward moment – the surgery was halfway done, and he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. Hearing only one person had entered, Guo Long wasn’t too worried. However, he still picked up a gun from beside the bed, aiming it at the clinic door just in case.
With two gunshots, the curtain outside the operating table was lifted, and an unfamiliar man entered. Guo Long immediately knew something was wrong. He fired two shots at Meng Qing, but Meng Qing approached him without reaction and easily took the gun from his hand.
Guo Long couldn’t understand what had just happened, but the current situation didn’t allow for much thought. He tried to prop himself up and nervously shouted: “Who are you? Do you know who I am?”
