Chapter 283: Chapter 282: The Perfect Victim
The Police Captain looked at the bodyguards, who clearly had a different aura, and their vehicles, feeling completely out of luck.
Although he was not sure about the specifics of the individuals coming from Capital City, the cars and these people seemed far from ordinary.
The experienced police didn’t start by voicing suspicions about the situation but instead showed their IDs to those present.
He then said, "Recently, some herders reported stolen cattle and sheep, which alarmed our superiors and prompted them to order us to solve the case quickly.
Now, all road intersections and related reception centers require verification. Please present your IDs for inspection."
As he spoke, the leading police officer did not look at the bandits first, but at the other bodyguards in the courtyard.
It seemed he was using this approach to signal to the bandits that this was routine business, not a targeted search for them.
"Are you passing tourists? Show your ID as well."
The bodyguards, who had just relaxed a bit, immediately tensed up again.
They were no novices and had dealt with police many times before; they could tell at a glance that these officers were prepared.
Moreover, they were aimed at the staff in the small courtyard.
The bodyguards suddenly remembered the previous attack on them and suspected that these people were likely the accomplices of their attackers.
But then, their hearts sank even further.
Taking this route and stopping here had been a last-minute decision, not even a day old.
In such a short time, these people had already set up a trap for them. What did this mean? There was a traitor among them!
But the people who came with them this time were all their brothers-in-arms through life and death.
As for those weak academics and students, they never considered that the traitor could be among them.
Anyone would struggle to accept having a traitor among brothers they’d trust with their lives.
The bodyguards turned their thoughts rapidly, yet their faces showed no reaction; instead, they took out their relevant IDs and passed them over.
The police examined the IDs and had no doubts left; these people were indeed from Capital City, and they diligently noted it down in their record book.
They also asked a few simple questions: "You came from Capital City? What are you doing in the Northwest? How many people came with you?"
These were normal procedures, but the bandits’ eyes flickered, and then they approached Ginsengfruit, who had just arrived.
Their idea was clear—if there were any issues, Little Fatty Ginsengfruit would be the perfect hostage.
"You, why are you so slow in moving? I asked you earlier to bring these uncles a stove, and it’s taken you forever."
As he spoke, he grabbed Ginsengfruit’s wrist, but a careful observer could see that the bandit was actually controlling Ginsengfruit’s vital points.
The bandits were clearly prepared; being watched by the police did not panic them, they acted as if they genuinely were just staff.
They quickly brought out their work IDs: "I don’t have my ID on me; this is my work card. I’ll go back to my room to get my ID."
Watching the bandits about to turn away, the police immediately stopped them: "No need for that trouble, we are just doing a routine check, a work card will do.
Oh, by the way, we are staying here overnight, however many rooms you have will do; we can squeeze in. It’s not like we’re picky when traveling."
The officer took the work card, registered it properly, then returned it; the whole thing seemed just a formality.
Seeing the policeman’s casual manner, the bandit holding Ginsengfruit also believed it was a coincidence.
A smile appeared on his face: "Alright, I’ll arrange it now."
But as he turned around, the smile instantly fell off his face. Although having more people was somewhat troublesome, it didn’t affect much.
They had not initially planned to confront the police directly, but since these officers had the misfortune of running into them, it was just the officers’ bad luck.
Later, they would find a deep pit to bury them, becoming untraceable missing persons.
Ginsengfruit was pulled back to the staff resting room by the bandits, and with a forceful shove, Little Fatty Ginsengfruit immediately fell and sat on the ground.
"Behave yourself, or I will kill you!"
This time, Ginsengfruit did not cry or whine. Before, he was waiting for the police to arrive; the Host had to act like a perfect victim, which is why he hadn’t fought back.
Now that the police were here, there was no need to hold back. He immediately punched the bandit.
With a ’crack’, Ginsengfruit directly broke the bandit’s leg bone.
As the bandit was about to scream, Ginsengfruit quickly covered his mouth, preventing him from making any sound.
Ginsengfruit’s tone was even slightly vengeful and proud: "You enjoyed hitting me and choking me just now, saying you’d kill me. I’m letting you off easy if I don’t kill you, huh~"
The bandit looked at Xiao Pang, who was not even as tall as his waist, especially noticing his face that lacked the expression of a child.
Those eyes were shaking intensely; had he encountered a legendary creature that looked like a child but was actually an adult?
These men, who lived on the edge of the knife, would have tall grass on their graves if they weren’t skilled. How could they be defeated this easily?
The bandit’s facial expression changed drastically, but Ginsengfruit was not in the mood to guess what he was thinking.
Little Fatty pressed hard on the bandit’s neck, and the bandit immediately passed out.
If not for the concern of leaving marks on the man’s body, Ginsengfruit would have liked to beat him up even more.
After fiddling a bit, he made it look as if the man had broken his leg by himself. Ginsengfruit then found the gun the bandit had hidden earlier.
He placed it in the unconscious bandit’s hand, then covered his ears and pressed down.
"Bang!"
The gunshot, in the silent night, sounded particularly crisp.
Ginsengfruit chose a comfortable and appropriate spot, lay down pretending to be unconscious, and particularly cunningly revealed the choke marks on his body.
The police and bodyguards outside the courtyard, as well as people upstairs, were all alarmed.
After a chaotic fight, three bandits in the small courtyard were killed, and the rest were severely wounded and captured.
The police also suffered injuries. If not for the expert bodyguards and Ginsengfruit’s assistance, their losses would have been even more severe.
At this moment, the heart of the leading Police Captain was pounding; judging by the severity of the bandits, this matter was undoubtedly significant.