pjbooks Chapter 22 The Leader of Lazarus
Chapter 22 The Leader of Lazarus
Lu Yiming cursed inwardly when he saw the message.
It wasn't mentioned before that they couldn't be used at the same time!
He only has Hannibal's anatomical knowledge, but no skills to save his life.
You can't expect a cultist to just rush over, grab a scalpel, and dissect someone, can you?
"Officer Rockefeller..."
He spoke in a humble tone, shrinking further behind Mia, "I was a little too loud just now, please don't take it to heart."
A real man knows when to back down.
Mia ignored him and continued to examine the pistol.
Lu Yiming also touched the Glock that Mike had given him.
The old fox was indeed thoughtful; he knew that this auxiliary police officer didn't have the authority to carry a gun.
However, this mission simply involves guarding the side of the church, where there isn't even a door. Theoretically, there shouldn't be any danger.
The radio crackled with the sounds of gunfire from the front lines:
"Report! Two people down! Someone on the left has a semi-automatic weapon!"
"The right side has been suppressed!"
"Two cult members have been apprehended on the left!"
……
Listening to the intense sounds of gunfire, Lu Yiming felt a little itchy.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to resist eating beef, so he could only squat here and fish.
Just then, the manhole cover next to us was suddenly pushed open with a "bang"!
An AR-15 barrel emerged first, followed by a muscular, bald black man.
Startled, Lu Yiming grabbed Mia's wrist without thinking and dragged her behind the police car.
"Damn! We really ran into them!"
Two more fully armed black bodyguards climbed out of the manhole cover, protecting a white man in a suit in the middle.
The white man was clutching a black briefcase tightly in his hand.
Lu Yiming originally wanted to pretend he didn't see it. 800 a month, what kind of life is that?
But police cars are too conspicuous.
Without saying a word, the two bodyguards raised their guns and opened fire!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
Bullets rained down on the police car, instantly creating more than a dozen bullet holes.
"Fxxk!" Mia cursed and drew her gun to return fire.
But how could a pistol be a match for a semi-automatic one? The two men were pinned down and couldn't even lift their heads.
Lu Yiming gritted his teeth and, keeping pace with Mia's rhythm, alternately poked his head up and down to fire.
"The jokes I used in my past life are actually coming in handy today."
I always said that the Iron Mountain Lean was a tactical move!
The other side clearly didn't want to engage in a prolonged fight, and retreated while fighting, moving towards a black SUV.
"We can't let them get away!" Mia gritted her teeth and leaned forward to give chase.
A black bodyguard immediately turned his gun to suppress the attacker.
Just then, Mia pulled the trigger, and it clicked.
Out of bullets!
Her pupils contracted sharply. It's over.
The bullets are already whistling through the air!
At the critical moment, her ankle was suddenly pulled, and she fell forward to the ground.
The bullet grazed her hair as it flew past.
Lu Yiming dragged her behind cover, then lay down on the ground, held his breath, and aimed.
boom!
as predicted!
The bullet only hit the black bodyguard's thigh. He screamed and fell to the ground.
Mia reacted quickly, snatching Lu Yiming's pistol and aiming it while prone.
boom!
One shot to the head.
"Holy crap... your aim is that good?!"
The crisis is not over yet!
The remaining two had already jumped into the SUV and were ramming directly into them!
The wheels mercilessly crushed the corpses of their companions on the ground, splattering blood everywhere.
Mia was still firing wildly at the windshield.
"You idiot! Shoot the tires!" Lu Yiming roared, and Mia raised her hand and fired two shots.
boom!boom!
The right front tire burst.
The vehicle instantly went out of control, spinning and hurtling towards them!
"Get out of here!"
Lu Yiming tackled Mia, then rolled away with her in his arms.
The SUV grazed past them, crashed into the police car, and then rolled and slammed into the roadside guardrail with a loud bang.
The two fell to the ground, with Lu Yiming lying on top of Mia, their faces pressed together.
He didn't care about the difference between men and women anymore, and yelled into her ear:
"You're only making a few hundred yuan a month, why are you risking your life?!"
Mia was pinned down by him, her cheeks burning.
She had never been this close to a man before, but now was not the time to be shy.
She shoved Lu Yiming aside, picked up the AR15, and rushed towards the overturned, smoking SUV.
The black bodyguard in the driver's seat crashed into the deployed airbag and is now dead.
In the back seat, the white man was desperately pushing against the deformed car door. Upon seeing Mia, he immediately shouted:
"Help me! I'll give you money! Lots of money!"
Lu Yiming rushed over, pulled him out, and grabbed the briefcase in his own hand.
He had only dragged the man a few steps when he smelled burning gasoline.
The fuel tank is leaking!
"Walk!"
Before he could explain, he kicked Mia in the buttocks, sending her flying.
He then grabbed the white man and lunged forward!
boom!!!
The SUV exploded, and the blast wave knocked the three people to the ground.
Now, that bodyguard who was driving is definitely dead.
The towering flames immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The first one to rush over was Mike.
"Oh! My good buddy! Are you alright?!" The old patrolman asked with concern.
Lu Yiming stepped on the white man who had wet his pants in fear and quickly opened his briefcase to glance at him.
Good heavens, it's all glittering gold, all gold bars.
Without saying a word, he closed the box and handed it directly to Mike.
Mike understood immediately, gave an OK sign, and quickly disappeared around the corner with his suitcase.
Mia, who had been kicked, rubbed her bottom and got up. She wanted to get angry, but when she saw the towering flames, she knew that she had been saved again, so she swallowed her words.
The other members of the homicide squad also rushed over, and they were all stunned when they saw the white man standing on Lu Yiming's feet.
Marcus stepped forward, took out his phone to compare the photos, and immediately burst into laughter.
Timothy Hill!
He slapped Lu Yiming hard on the back, "Lazarus' leader, hahaha, good lad! Well done!"
……
Timothy, bruised and battered, was handcuffed and squatted in a row in the church hall with the other cult members.
Marcus personally helped Lu Yiming, who had twisted his ankle, into the church.
Mia followed behind, looking disheveled.
Behind her was a group of police officers who looked even more disheveled and resentful than her.
The biggest fish was caught by this kid again!
As soon as Lu Yiming entered, he saw a group of young men and women dressed in white robes huddled in the corner, all trembling with fear.
"So young and already involved in a cult?"
"They are not believers." Marcus's face darkened.
Lu Yiming understood instantly.
He turned around, walked up to Timothy who was handcuffed, and kicked him hard in the groin.
"Damn it! You beast!"
Timothy screamed and curled up on the ground.
At that moment, a police officer walked over carrying four bags.
"Boss! We've found a huge amount of cash! Roughly estimated at over $400,000!"
Marcus looked at the four bags of money and hesitated.
He wondered if he could stop once he started this, and subconsciously looked at Lu Yiming.
Lu Yiming coughed lightly and shouted righteously:
"This is outrageous! These scumbags actually took so much stolen money! A full two hundred thousand US dollars! It all must be turned over!"
The police officers present were taken aback at first, then they all smiled knowingly.
"Yes! That's outrageous! There are actually two hundred thousand!"
"All of it must be handed over!"
Marcus sighed and said nothing more.
Since the higher-ups don't pay overtime, the guys have to find ways to earn extra money on their own, and he can only turn a blind eye to it.
But now, there are more important things to do.
He grabbed Timothy by the collar: "Tell me! Where's the other living victim? What are you trying to achieve by piecing together these corpses?!"
"It wasn't me! I really didn't do it!"
Timothy was so scared he wet himself. "I only found out from the news! They're slandering me! I want to see my lawyer!"
"You're being stubborn, aren't you?"
Lu Yiming stepped forward. "Leave him to me. I have a way to get him to talk."
……
In the dimly lit church storeroom.
Timothy was tied to a chair, his mouth was stuffed with a rag, and his eyes were covered.
He struggled frantically, making "woo-woo" roars in his throat.
He just said he wanted to see a lawyer.
Lu Yiming calmly placed several tools on the wooden table in front of him.
He picked up the boning knife and gently sliced it near Timothy's ear.
"This knife is for dissecting your left leg. Judging by the muscle, the fat content must be quite high; it's suitable for slow cooking."
"This scalpel will take your liver. Tsk tsk tsk, it tastes best when it's completely removed, takes some patience."
"This cleaver will be used to deal with your thing. Don't worry, I'll feed it to the stray dogs on the street."
"This probe is used to extract your bone marrow. Ah, bone marrow, that's the essence."
He leaned down and whispered in Timothy's ear.
As expected, Hannibal's anatomical skills were perfect for dealing with this kind of scum.
"Time is running out~"
Timothy trembled violently, his crotch was soaked, and urine was seeping out.
"Waaah! Waaah!" He shook his head desperately.
It seems like he meant: How can I speak if you've gagged me?!
"Since you're not going to tell me..."
Lu Yiming picked up the boning knife and pressed the blade against his skin.
"Let's begin."
"ah!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream rang out.
Outside the door, several female police officers felt a chill run down their spines and looked at Marcus.
"Boss...I hope nothing bad has happened?"
Marcus lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.
"Don't worry, that kid knows what he's doing. At most, it'll just scare him; he's not going to actually kill himself, is he?"
The screams lasted for more than half an hour before gradually turning into weak sobs.
A few minutes later, the storage room door opened.
Lu Yiming came out, his face expressionless, his eyes somewhat vacant.
Timothy slumped in his chair, his clothes open, his eyes blindfolded, his mouth gagged, motionless, but his chest was still rising and falling.
The person is still alive, and there are no visible injuries.
"How is it?" Marcus quickly stubbed out his cigarette.
Lu Yiming slowly raised his eyes, looked at him, and said incredulously:
"The body-piece case...it wasn't them..."