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Outside the suburbs of Dachang City.
A helicopter flew far away.
This is Wang Xiaoming's private helicopter.
But today, Wang Xiaoming's mood is very bad, unprecedentedly bad, because his younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, died.
He watched helplessly as his incompetent younger brother was killed by Yang Jian. At that time, the feeling made him both angry and powerless.
"Why didn't you ask me for help earlier? Why didn't you listen to me from the beginning? Isn't it better for you, a useless second-generation rich, to just be an honest person? You had to get involved with some club and even dare to hire a hitman. You made such a big mistake, how can I save you, how can I save you..."
Sitting in the helicopter, Wang Xiaoming clenched his fists tightly. Despite his efforts to suppress his emotions, the death of his loved one still made him feel both sad and angry.
But he chose not to retaliate against Yang Jian.
If he did, it would only cause greater losses.
And the death of his younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, would only make Dachang City better in the future.
Responsibility, rationality, and family affection collided in Wang Xiaoming's heart, causing him immense pain.
The accompanying staff on the helicopter dared not speak at this moment.
They knew that Professor Wang's mood was very bad now, so it was better not to disturb him.
"Professor, something seems to be wrong outside."
At this moment, the observer in the co-pilot suddenly spoke, "Take a look at the sky outside. It's getting dark too quickly. It's not even 4 o'clock in the afternoon yet. In Dachang City, during summer, the sun should still be very strong at this time. This shouldn't be happening."
Wang Xiaoming heard this and looked out of the window.
Through the transparent glass window, he could clearly see that the sky outside was gradually becoming dim.
This kind of dimness was not the kind that occurs after it gets dark, but more like a haze covering the entire city. The haze seemed to present a strange dark blue color, like bruises on a corpse that had been dead for many days, carrying a cold and eerie aura.
Moreover, as the helicopter flew forward, the distance from Dachang City did not increase. The helicopter seemed to be spinning in place and never flew out of this area.
"Is it fogging?" the accompanying personnel wondered.
"This is not fog, it's a paranormal event... Don't fly forward anymore, we can't fly out of Dachang City's airspace. Return directly to Dachang City and report the situation to headquarters," Wang Xiaoming said, "Where's my phone?"
The accompanying personnel next to him quickly took out a golden satellite positioning phone.
Wang Xiaoming immediately dialed the number, "There's a situation in Dachang City. Li Jun, you need to come over and bring the Ghost Candle."
"Okay, I'll act immediately."
A calm voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Professor, the minister's private plane is connected," the communicator said.
Wang Xiaoming took the phone again, "Minister, it's me, Wang Xiaoming."
"Professor Wang, are you still in Dachang City?"
The voice of the Minister of the Asian Division of the International Criminal Police came from the other end of the phone.
"Yes, I'm still within the range of Dachang City. I personally deduce that it's a large-scale paranormal event. The helicopter has already been involved and can't fly out of Dachang City's airspace. I suggest you immediately isolate the entire city. Li Jun is already on his way here. I hope it's just a false alarm, otherwise, I might die here," Wang Xiaoming said.
"Okay, I understand. I will arrange it immediately," the minister said.
At this moment, in the conference room.
Upon hearing such communication, everyone's hearts sank.
"Damn it, how did Professor Wang get involved? Isn't this adding insult to injury?"
"We must find a way to rescue Professor Wang. His importance is greater than that of a city."
Various voices came from the conference room.
But the consensus was unanimous, that Professor Wang must be rescued.
And at this moment, in Dachang City.
Yang Jian is sitting in a taxi on his way back to Xiaoqiang Club.
"It's not an illusion, the sky outside is getting more and more unusual."
He looked at the sky outside the car window and frowned.
A black and blue aura covered the sky like smog, and the light in the entire city began to dim rapidly.
There seemed to be a cold and eerie feeling in the air.
This feeling... is just like facing a paranormal event.
"Driver, can you drive faster? I have urgent matters to attend to," Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and immediately said.
The taxi driver said, "No, no, there are traffic police at several intersections ahead. If I accidentally exceed the speed limit, my car will be confiscated immediately."
"In that case, let me drive. If something happens, I'll take responsibility," Yang Jian said, "Where's my identification?"
He handed his identification to the taxi driver to see."I've seen police badges before, countless times, and they don't look like yours. Yours must be a fake, which is illegal. Don't just casually show it around," the driver kindly reminded.
Yang Jian slapped his gun onto his badge, "This isn't fake, is it?"
"A model, fifteen bucks each, I've bought one before," the driver replied.
"..." Yang Jian was speechless.
If it weren't for the situation outside, he wouldn't have bothered with this nonsense.
The next moment, a gunshot exploded next to their ears, startling the driver.
"No time to explain, just drive. I won't deduct your points or fine you as long as you don't cause an accident," Yang Jian said, pulling his gun back in through the window.
"Holy shit, is that a real gun? Are you really a criminal police officer? Sorry for the offense just now," the driver apologized.
"You must be in a hurry to chase a criminal, right? I, Old Wang, have been driving for twenty years and today is finally my time to shine. Hold on tight, let me show you what a driving god of Da Chang City is like," the driver said, an excited smile on his face.
Then he stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, stepped on the accelerator, and shifted gears again.
The whole process was done in one breath, his hands and feet working together smoothly. In an instant, he had shifted to seventh gear, and the speed had increased to over a hundred miles per hour and was still rising.
The sudden increase in speed brought a strong sense of propulsion, making it feel like they were about to fly out of the car.
"Can a taxi reach this kind of speed?" Yang Jian asked, surprised.
Old Wang grinned, "Twenty years of savings, where do you think I spent it? On the surface, this is a taxi, but in reality, it has the performance of a race car. If it weren't for fear of being caught for obvious modifications and failing the annual inspection, I would have installed a nitrous oxide acceleration system. I dare say that no car in Da Chang City can surpass my speed. I heard other taxi drivers say that a supercar once reached a hundred miles per hour in a second on this road. I watched a video my friend took, and the performance of that car was nothing special."
"Although that supercar was fast, its front was heavy. I admit I can't catch up when it's driving in a straight line, but once it hits a curve, it has to lightly step on the brakes and push the front to turn. If the brakes are stepped on too hard, the car will flip due to its heavy front and light rear. Unless he can overcome this problem, he can't beat my taxi."
"You're right, he did flip his car in the end. The car was destroyed and the driver died. I just came from handling that case," Yang Jian said, "You're not going to flip your car, are you?"
"Officer, are you joking? I'm the driving god. I've been driving for half my life and have never flipped a car. When I was young, I competed with the best drivers in the world, even won my wife in a race. Now, even though people call me an old driver, my skills have always been at their peak, never declining."
As Old Wang spoke, he floored the accelerator, pushing the speed to its limit.
"How about it? Are you terrified, gasping for breath?"
Yang Jian replied, "It's okay, but it's still a lot slower than my speed."
"It seems I need to show you my real skills. See that curve ahead? I'll show you what drifting into a curve is," Old Wang said.
"Maybe you shouldn't. I feel like your car is starting to drift, and it's making a creaking noise. Are you going to flip?"
"That's just normal tire noise, it's fine. Trust me this once," Old Wang said.
Yang Jian felt that this old driver simply wanted to drift, and he wasn't going to take that route on his way back.