The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective

Chapter 919 - 478:

The small container truck was moving steadily in the night.The driver was humming a tuneless little song, his hands lazily resting on the steering wheel, the wheels crushing the gravel, making a soft and continuous sound.

Suddenly, he squinted his eyes and leaned forward slightly.

Not far ahead on the road, something straight and taut was stretched across the road.

"Hey, what do you think that is up ahead?"

The driver nudged the person beside him with his elbow, with about seventy to eighty percent confusion in his tone, "I’ve driven this route countless times, never seen this thing before."

The man in the passenger seat had been leaning against the car window napping, but he suddenly sat up straight when he heard this.

He stuck his head out, squinted his eyes to carefully identify, and after a few seconds, his face changed drastically, his voice suddenly raising, "No good! That’s a spike strip—specifically designed to puncture tires and stop cars! Quick! Quickly stop!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, and the clutter in the cabin rolled forward with a clatter.

Almost simultaneously, a motorcycle following behind also slowed down sharply, the rider stabilizing the bike and shouting to the front, "Lao San, what’s going on?"

"There’s a spike strip up ahead! Turn around! Quickly turn around!"

The man in the passenger seat almost shouted the words.

The biker gasped sharply—just about a hundred meters behind them, another dark spike strip was lying prominently across the center of the road like a lurking venomous snake.

"Lao San! There’s one behind us too!"

The driver’s voice trembled, the knuckles on the steering wheel turning white, "We’re done for... we’re being surrounded!"

The air in the cabin instantly solidified.

Four people exchanged glances, cold sweat sliding from their foreheads.

One person grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice shaking uncontrollably, "Lao San... something’s happened! We’re blocked on the road!"

Before the words fell, several blinding white lights simultaneously lit up from both the front and back darkness, illuminating the entire section of the road like daylight.

Immediately after, a steady and powerful warning voice came through the loudspeaker, reverberating repeatedly in the night sky, "We are the police! Stop the car immediately! Get out of the car for inspection!"

Through the front windshield, more than ten fully armed policemen could be clearly seen standing behind the spike strip, wearing bulletproof helmets and holding rifles.

In the rearview mirror, the same number of policemen were advancing steadily from behind, forming a surrounding formation.

"Lao San, this time we’re really busted..."

The man’s voice in the passenger seat carried a whimper, "There’s still so much cargo in the car... should we... go for it?"

"Are you out of your mind!"

The man called Lao San sternly stopped him, "Do you see what they’re holding? Sniper rifles! Bulletproof vests! Our few homemade shotguns are nothing compared to theirs!"

"Then... surrender?"

"Is there any other way except to surrender!"

"Why don’t we... try to rush through?"

"Rush through my ass!"

Lao San slammed his fist on the dashboard, his voice hoarse, "If you want to die, don’t drag us with you! Stop the car! Raise your hands and get out!"

In the passenger seat, An Ran’s face was already ashen, his body trembling uncontrollably, even his teeth were chattering.

Lao San, gripping the steering wheel tightly, although fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, still retained a trace of reason.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm, "Everyone, don’t panic! In this situation, the best choice for us is to surrender!"

"Surrender? That’s bullshit!"

An agitated voice immediately came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, "Lao San, are you a damn undercover cop?!"

"Undercover my ass!"

Lao San replied through gritted teeth, his voice carrying suppressed anger and helplessness.

"Open your eyes and see clearly! How many police are out there?"

"How many guns? Those aren’t sticks for lighting fires, they’re live ammunition! If we rush out now, we’d be sitting ducks, turned into sieves in an instant!"

"But if we put down our guns and surrender, at most we’d spend a few years in prison."

"If we cooperate well, we might even get a reduced sentence, and even if sentenced heavily, 25 years is the most!"

"As long as the green hills are there, no worries about running out of firewood!"

At this moment, An Ran in the passenger seat gave a violent shudder, as if drained of strength, and nearly slid off his seat.

He held onto the car door handle, his voice carrying a sob, "Lao San... at this point, how... how can you still be so calm?"

"We’ve been in this line for so many years, licking blood on the knife’s edge, we should have expected such a day... I was really out of my mind, should have thought of this earlier..."

"What’s the use of saying this now!"

Lao San interrupted him sharply, his tone decisive, "Stop hesitating! Get out, and surrender!"

"Then... what about the ’goods’ in the car?" An Ran seemed to suddenly remember something, nervously glancing back at the rear of the cabin.

"Let the police confiscate those harmful things!"

Lao San’s tone carried a kind of break-the-cauldron-and-sink-the-boat determination, "They were never something we should’ve gotten involved with! Now I just hope our attitude can help, cooperate with the investigation, and strive for leniency in court, spend a few less years in prison."

He leaned over and patted his shoulder firmly, "Go now! If we delay any longer, the police will think we’re resisting stubbornly!"

"When they lose patience and start shooting directly, we won’t even have the chance to regret it!"

Meanwhile, their accomplices on the motorcycles in front and behind also clearly heard Lao San’s urgent and heavy voice through their headphones.

"Brothers, we’ve been through a lot together all these years, shared blessings and difficulties!"

"Take my advice, surrender now, and we still have a way out!"

"If we fight hard and get riddled with bullets, then we truly have nothing left!"

Suddenly, the loudspeaker voice echoed again in everyone’s ears, "Listen up, people in the car! I order you to cut the engine and stop the vehicle immediately! Everyone get out, hands on your heads, and crouch by the roadside!"