stonecrandall Chapter 294
Chapter 294
After Zhang Xing drove onto the Beijing-Qingdao Expressway, the weather suddenly deteriorated, just as Jiang Yu had warned him on the phone. At first, the sky was just a little gloomy.
But not long after, the weather deteriorated rapidly, and the wind whistled and swept in. The strong wind carried bean-sized raindrops and hit the car windows fiercely, making crackling sounds like dense drumbeats.
Soon, snowflakes were mixed in the rain. Under the ravages of the wind, the snowflakes were no longer gentle, but like cold hidden weapons, rushing towards the car diagonally.
The vision became extremely blurred, and the road ahead was looming under the cover of rain and snow.
Zhang Xing held the steering wheel tightly, and the wipers were swinging wildly, but they could only barely scrape out a small area with extremely low visibility on the windshield. The wheels slipped a little on the slippery road, and he had to carefully control the speed of the car, and he was extremely cautious every time he stepped on the brakes and accelerator.
Under the attack of wind, rain and snow, the vehicle was like a lone boat sailing on a rough sea, in danger of being swallowed up at any time.
Just when Zhang Xing was concentrating on dealing with the bad weather, at a high-speed fork, Zhang Xing's eyes were shocked. Under the gaze of the semi-perspective function of his mutant eyes, Zhang Xing saw a red dot flashing on the top of a container truck hundreds of meters away from him.
The red dot was particularly dazzling in the dim weather, and Zhang Xing's heart was alarmed. He instantly judged that there was a spy in the container truck. His intuition told Zhang Xing that this car was most likely to assassinate him.
Zhang Xing's mind was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, running at high speed. Since he noticed the other party's murderous intention, he decided to cleverly use this to counter the other party. Zhang Xing knew that his car had an absolute advantage in flexibility compared to the huge container truck, so a dangerous and bold plan quickly took shape in his mind.
The first thing he did was to pretend to be frightened and slow down the car. This action was not a simple deceleration, but a careful disguise. He gently and little by little released the accelerator, and at the same time, his hands trembled slightly, making the car body seem to shake out of control under the attack of wind, rain and snow, just like an ordinary driver frightened by bad weather and sudden danger.
However, Zhang Xing's eyes never relaxed his observation of the truck. Through the blurred windows and the rain and snow, he stared at the truck.
The container truck was like a mad steel behemoth on the slippery road, approaching Zhang Xing quickly. The speed of the truck was very fast, and the huge wheels were spinning rapidly on the road full of rain and slush. Every turn brought up a huge splash of water and snow mist. The splash was like a surging white wave, and the snow mist was like a cold ghost spreading in the air. The whole truck rushed towards Zhang Xing like a demon wrapped in a storm.
Although Zhang Xing seemed frightened on the surface, he was actually very nervous inside. Every nerve ending of his was like a taut bowstring.
While he continued to maintain his disguised panic, he silently calculated the distance between the truck and himself, the speed of the truck, and the best time for him to react. He knew that this was a battle of life and death, and any small mistake could lead to catastrophic consequences.
When the truck was only a few dozen meters away from him, Zhang Xing could not only see the appearance of the truck killer clearly through the semi-perspective function of his mutant eyes, but also see his cold and murderous eyes hidden in the shadow of the car window. This was the most critical moment, and life and death were in a moment.
Zhang Xing suddenly stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to the right at the fastest speed.
This operation requires extremely high skills and precise judgment. Zhang Xing actually learned these operation methods from Nighthawk.
Zhang Xing's hands tightly grasped the steering wheel like an iron clamp, turning it vigorously, feeling every bit of resistance fed back by the steering wheel. His body also tilted as the vehicle turned, and all the muscles in his body were tensed to resist the huge centrifugal force generated by the sharp turn of the vehicle.
The vehicle was like an agile cheetah leaping on the edge of life and death. At the critical moment, it turned the front of the car quickly and smoothly. The body of the car drew a thrilling arc on the slippery road, and the tires made a sharp friction sound with the ground. Even if this sound was covered by the noise of wind, rain and snow, the thrilling feeling was not reduced at all. The rear of the car threw out a piece of mud and snow mixed with dirt due to the inertia of the turning, forming an irregular arc in the air.
And because of the great inertia of the container truck, the truck killer had no time to make any effective response. The front of the truck crashed straight into Zhang Xing's original position, like an out-of-control shell.
With a "bang"Loud bang.
The sound was like thunder exploding in the valley, deafening. The front of the truck hit the guardrail on the roadside heavily. The fragile guardrail was like paper in the face of the huge impact force and was smashed to pieces in an instant.
The collision of steel and steel produced dazzling sparks, which flashed in the dimness. The fragments of the guardrail were like shrapnel blown off by a shell, flying everywhere. Some fragments hit the body of the truck, making a crisp impact sound, which was particularly harsh in the huge roar of the truck.
Because the speed of the truck was too fast and the impact force was too strong, the front of the truck did not stop after breaking through the guardrail.
The whole body continued to rush forward, like a derailed train rushing into an endless abyss. The front wheels of the truck were first suspended in the air, freed from the restraints of the ground, and then most of the body slid off the road.
The moment the truck slid off the road, it lost the support of the ground and began to roll down the cliff. The huge body of the truck kept hitting the mountain during the fall. Each collision was like a small earthquake, accompanied by a dull and terrible sound of impact, and the rocks were smashed and rolled down.
The truck body gradually disintegrated in these collisions, the iron sheet was torn, and the parts were scattered everywhere. The goods also poured out of the damaged container, like overturned building blocks, rolling and scattering in the valley.
Zhang Xing witnessed this thrilling scene through the rearview mirror, with beads of sweat on his forehead. Although it was cold and snowy outside the car, he felt like he had just been fished out of the stove.
If it weren't for the help of the mutant eyes' semi-perspective ability, Zhang Xing would have almost been killed by the other party this time. The killer on the container truck was not only well prepared, but also likely to be a dead man. From his desperate rush to hit, it can be seen that the other party had no intention of living at all.
Zhang Xing was worried at the moment. His intuition told him that this assassination was a bit strange, because few people knew that he had escaped from Guangjue Temple and went to Kyoto. Even if the spy organization headed by Junji Watanabe and the people of Changle Detachment reacted, it would not be so fast. Moreover, this container truck came from the other end of the Beijing-Qingdao Expressway, which meant that the other party knew in advance that he was about to pass this section of the road and set up a trap in front of the section in advance, intending to end his life in a car accident.
Zhang Xing thought about it and knew that there were only two people who knew that he would take this road. One was Lao Banjiu and the other was the captain Jiang Yu who had called him not long ago.
Lao Banjiu, needless to say, if he really wanted to assassinate him, he would not have to go through so much trouble. As long as he did not rescue him, it would be difficult for him to escape the enemy's encirclement.
As for the captain Jiang Yu...
Zhang Xing felt something strange when he answered his call. At that time, Zhang Xing couldn't figure out what was strange, but now he recalled that Jiang Yu had asked him about his specific location on the phone, and Jiang Yu had deliberately called his private mobile phone with a new mobile phone number. Compared with the national security mobile phone, the private mobile phone has no technical settings. If the other party's mobile phone has some kind of positioning setting, you can steal the other party's real-time location during the call by calling the private mobile phone, and there is no risk of being monitored.
In addition, Zhang Xing also thought of a sentence that Jiang Yu reminded him when he hung up the phone, reminding him that there would be strong winds, rain and snow in the afternoon, and he should drive carefully.
Jiang Yu made the call, and one hour later, he encountered an assassination.
If all this is a coincidence, it is too coincidental.
Could it be that Jiang Yu has defected?
When this possibility flashed in Zhang Xing's mind, his face changed drastically. In addition to being surprised, he was more confused and sad.
At this moment, he felt extremely sad. He couldn't believe that Jiang Yu really betrayed, because Jiang Yu was the one who brought him into Guoan and the one who led him to Guoan.
Although Zhang Xing couldn't meet Jiang Yu often after entering Guoan because of their different identities, Zhang Xing knew in his heart that he could enter Group 3, become a disciple of Lao Shen, and quickly become a regular employee. All these things were inseparable from Jiang Yu's attention and support.
Once, Zhang Xing even regarded Jiang Yu as his idol and the label to catch up with on his Guoan road.
Would such a person who made him admire so much and even regarded him as a goal in his heart be a person who betrayed the organization?
Zhang Xing couldn't figure it out. His intuition told him that it was impossible, but the reality in front of him made him have to doubt it.
Jiang Yu's phone call and the assassination of the truck just now, all of this was like a mess entangled in his mind.
He always thought that the organization he was in was pure and full of justice, and the comrades-in-arms wereI can trust him unconditionally, but now all this seems to be broken.
"Who can I trust?"
At this moment, Zhang Xing even asked this question from the bottom of his heart. His eyes were full of confusion and pain. His original firm belief seemed to be shaken by the wind and rain at this moment.
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