Chapter 370: Chapter 234 Are You Done Playing Around? If So, I’m Going to Shoot (Two in One)_3
The reason this type of weapon was equipped in large quantities by the military in its early days was that, at the time, China’s steel alloy smelting technology was insufficient; the alloys were hard but lacked toughness.
Therefore, early bayonets could kill a large sow with a single stab, but if used to chop wood, they were likely to break.
This also led to the habit that a master wielding such a bayonet would usually kill with any cut that drew blood.
The three guys on the ground here were lucky. They were only slashed and didn’t suffer a penetrating wound; otherwise, they could have just waited to die or faced amputation.
The reason for their screams, Dean guessed, is that the weapon in the limping master’s hand is probably an authentic Poison Spike.
The authentic Poison Spike was, in fact, a Mitsubishi Military Spike. However, early Poison Spikes were created by adding a certain amount of Kun Element during heat treatment. When the phosphorus coating on the spike’s surface wore off, the exposed alloy steel containing the Kun Element would make any scrape result in a wound that was difficult to heal. Combined with the spike’s three blood grooves... TSK!
This process would also cause a certain level of painful stimulation.
But to scream like that...
These pot-bellied ’colleagues’ are nothing but useless,
Dean could only conclude....
"Dean, I’ve called an ambulance, and we’ve confirmed there are hostages inside the building. What do we do now?" Hawk asked, holding a shotgun, his face flushed with anger.
His subordinates had been injured, and as the team leader, it was a blow to his pride.
"Hostages?"
"I bet there’s no one in there anymore!"
Dean chuckled coldly, snatched the shotgun from Hawk’s hand, walked to the front door, and fired twice. BANG! BANG!
The antique wooden door was immediately riddled with countless steel pellets, sending wood splinters flying. It was left hanging precariously, reduced to a few shattered planks.
It was pitch black inside.
Dean stood at the doorway. His ears twitched a few times, and then he strode into the darkness.
This kind of illegal clinic almost certainly has alternative exits, he thought. Especially since the grocery store next door is owned by that Jin kid’s family. Hawk and his team took so long; the suspects have probably already escaped.
...
Indeed, when Dean turned on the lights, the two-story acupuncture clinic, which wasn’t very large, was completely deserted.
Hawk, finding this outcome hard to accept, took out his radio. "FK, Ofey, did you see anyone leaving from the back?"
BZZT~
"Boss Hawk, we haven’t seen anyone come out around here!"
It turned out Hawk, the old fox, had already arranged for his men to secure the surrounding area.
Since they hadn’t left through the back door, they must have gone underground!
Dean’s gaze shifted to the decorations on the first floor.
Subtle traces on various objects transformed into pieces of information, materializing in his mind and automatically providing feedback on their state and condition.
This took only a few seconds.
Dean, holding the shotgun, walked directly to an altar, reached out, and gave the small green shoes placed before the statue of Lord Guan a light tug.
CLICK-CLACK~
With a faint grinding sound, the altar table split in two, revealing a dark passage!
Seeing the passage, Dean gave Hawk a subtle glance.
Hawk understood immediately and waved his hand. "Anger, buddy, we need you to take point! Your bonus is doubled next month!"
A burly Black patrol officer stepped forward, slapped his riot shield, and grinned. "No problem, Boss Hawk!"
...
The passageway was narrow but short. It took the group only about three minutes to reach what looked like a ’basement’.
The basement was small, only about ten square meters, with an operating table in the center. It was surrounded by various scattered medicines, bandages, surgical tools, and similar items. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant.
At the far end of the basement stood a ’bronze man.’ Its surface was densely covered with dots, lines, and many Chinese characters, resembling an acupuncture meridian chart.
"Another dead end?" Lawrence sounded annoyed; he disliked such cramped spaces.
"No, the way out is here!"
Dean pointed to the wall behind the bronze man, stepped forward, and BANG! Fired a shot.
Plaster dust exploded.
The sound of rushing water came from the other side of the ’wall.’ WHOOSH!
This basement was actually connected to the city’s underground sewer system!
"I’ll immediately tell the guys on the surface to cover the nearby manhole covers!"
Hawk picked up his walkie-talkie, ready to give the order, but Dean gestured for him to stop. "Exits like this are always concealed. To be safe, you all go up and search for traces around the manhole covers. I’ll track them through the sewers!"
With that said, before Lawrence and the others could object, Dean grabbed a headlamp, put it on, dropped the shotgun, and his figure flashed, disappearing from their sight.
..
Dean had originally planned a group takedown for this case, but the situation had changed. To avoid returning empty-handed, he had to revert to being a lone wolf.
This underground passageway was spacious, with sewage running down the middle and clear paths along the edges. Due to accumulated dust, footprints were distinctly visible.
The only trouble was that footprints went in both directions, left and right, indicating the people from the illegal clinic had split up.
But this was no challenge for Dean, with his tracking skill. The footprints of a limping person among those of normal people stood out like a beacon in the night—far too conspicuous. Moreover, those particular footprints were deep.