Are You Crazy? You’re Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

Chapter 163: Turning the tables, Wang Yun lays a clever trap!



Chapter 163: Turning the tables, Wang Yun lays a clever trap!

Chapter 163: Turning the tables, Wang Yun lays a clever trap!

Indeed, Wang Yun was setting his plan in motion. He had four assassins to rescue his former subordinates, aiming to make Everick lower his guard, making him believe that Wang was desperate to save his men.

Wang also knew that having already ambushed Everick the previous night, another attempt today would surely put Everick on high alert.

Thus, he decided to use the two fugitives as decoys, allowing them to be captured by Everick as part of the ruse. But the real drama would unfold after that.

At 2:30 PM, outside the Jiusheng Internet Café on Guang’an Road, Everick sat in his car, staring at the run-down building before him. His eyes burned with hatred. He recalled the loss of twenty-one of his men at a similar rundown hotel earlier that morning, Everick was filled with seething rage.

“Stick to the plan. I’ll take four of my men first. We don’t need excessive forces just to handle these two fugitives. Coniso, stay in the shadows and make your move once Wang Yun and his group show up. Stay sharp, you must see Wang Yun act, and also prepare our defenses to see who is really assisting him,” Everick said solemnly before stepping out of the car.

He casually adjusted his collar, acting nonchalantly. Despite being repeatedly humiliated by Wang Yun, he was the captain of the United States team, a symbol of national representation. A single failure was trivial to them, it merely proved Wang Yun was too cunning and insidious.

At this moment, Everick’s livestream was flooded with cheers of support. Although a few voices of skepticism surfaced, they were quickly overwhelmed by the majority who believed that one does not fall in the same spot twice, especially not someone like Everick.

The Jiusheng Internet Café was small, simply an establishment formed by connecting four adjoining storefronts.

As soon as they entered, they were assaulted by a blend of sour, moldy odors and the sharp sting of cigarette smoke.

Everick couldn’t care less about the foul smells, his eyes scanned the room with eyes as sharp as an eagle’s.

***

“Qian Lai, quickly, those three people. Behind you, eight o’clock direction, don’t turn around! They look like they’re here to catch us.”

At that moment, the two who were supposedly on the run weren’t actually there to surf the web. They simply had nowhere else to go. This back alley internet café didn’t require an ID, making it a temporary refuge.

Upon Everick’s entrance, one of the fugitives instantly became alert. They were seated in the last row, facing the entrance.

Qian Lai, hearing his companion’s warning, pretended to casually look up, then immediately ducked his head behind the computer.

“Don’t panic, there’s a back door in the bathroom. Let’s slip out quietly. Quick!”

The two fugitives were no novices to this game, they had survived a similar situation before.

They rose to their feet with feigned casualness, posing as regular netizens, a mere ten meters from the bathroom.

Yet, the instant they stood, Everick zeroed in on the pair. He noted their build, weight, a demeanor of evasion, and the veins starkly pronounced on the backs of their hands–signs of acute nervousness. They also walked with a slight lean to the left, unwilling to face them.

“It’s them, catch them!” Everick bellowed at the two men.

Panic struck them immediately, and they sprinted toward the bathroom. But before they could reach the door, a loud bang sounded as four program inspectors emerged from within.

Everick had strategically placed his men there ahead of time. Capturing the two fugitives was effortlessly accomplished. Yet, the real battle was only just beginning. Everick signaled for his men to escort the pair over.

As they stepped out of the internet café, Everick’s every pore seemed to explode. His heart thudded wildly as he keenly surveyed the surroundings.

Similarly, Coniso, lurking in the shadows, also started nervously scanning the area. They had meticulously prepared for this moment.

Within more than a kilometer of the internet café, there were no tall buildings, making it challenging for Wang Yun to snipe from such conditions. Now, the concern was that Wang Yun might appear suddenly from an unexpected angle.

Everick personally escorted the two men, walking calmly toward the car across the street.

When he successfully got into the car, Everick was somewhat surprised. The car started driving toward the program inspection headquarters, yet no complications occurred yet.

“Could it be that I miscalculated?” Everick murmured quietly to himself, glancing at the two fugitives seated beside him. His heart was still filled with unease.

“Brother Yun, Everick has already taken two brothers into the car. They are headed to their hideout,” one reported.

Meanwhile, at a fried noodle shop next to the internet café, a man dressed in casual wear and wearing glasses was devouring the spicy fried noodles in front of him. The noodles were too spicy, making him sweat profusely.

He wasn’t accustomed to spicy food. His purpose in doing this was merely to disguise himself.

The first lesson they had learned as assassins was to act. By immersing themselves in a role, they could confuse the enemy.

With his lips swollen from the spice, the assassin continued to report to Wang Yun.

Where was Wang Yun at this time?

He was sitting in a car parked on the roadside, a kilometer away from the international program inspection headquarters. His plan was to eliminate the American inspectors right under their noses.

“Understood. You can withdraw now,” Wang Yun calmly said while playing with a throwing knife in his hand.

Meanwhile, his four assassins were poised and ready a kilometer away.

“Only nine hundred meters to go, stay sharp,” he instructed, timing their approach.

The assassins were concealed on either side of the road, blending in as pedestrians. One of them was even nonchalantly wearing slippers and holding an ice cream cone. On closer inspection, the stick of the ice cream turned out to be a brightly shining blade. It was a clever disguise.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of vehicles rolling over the asphalt echoed from a distance.

The area was an industrial zone during working hours, with no vehicles or pedestrians in sight on the road. A black sedan was speeding toward them at sixty kilometers per hour.

While the vehicle was in motion, suddenly, the front left tire burst with a loud bang. Several steel nails became visible on the ground.

The tire skidded with a screeching sound, and the car abruptly swerved to the right.

“Captain, the tire burst! Hold on!” shouted one of the driving inspectors to Everick. Instinctively, Everick grabbed the two fugitives next to him.

Clang!

After another impact, the car crashed into the curb.

“Captain… the car skidded, and it looks like we hit a pedestrian,” reported the driver as the vehicle finally came to a stop.

As the program inspectors inside the car regained their composure, the driver looked at Everick with concern.

Everick turned around, and sure enough, there was an elderly man, about sixty years old, sitting on the road clutching his foot and wincing in pain. He was furiously cursing at them.


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