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Chapter 86 Fishing

Late at night, in an industrial incubation park in Sacramento.

There were no streetlights, it was pitch black, and the only sound was the rustling of the wind.

A figure wearing a black coat and a hood slowly walked into the park.

hum.

The old man in the hooded man's pocket moved slightly.

He hung up immediately and replied with a text message: I'm here now.

Less than five seconds later, the other party replied: The explosion-proof vehicle with the last four digits 8A48 has an unlocked compartment.

The hooded man looked up, his gaze sweeping across the park square.

Behind a load-bearing column in the northwest corner, there is a bomb-proof vehicle parked.

He waited in place for a while, and only approached slowly after confirming that the surroundings were safe.

As he reached the rear door of the carriage, he reached out and opened it.

Stab it!

More than a dozen searchlights lit up from all directions!

The entire square was illuminated, locking onto him from all directions.

"……Um!"

Under such a sudden burst of bright light, people will instinctively close their eyes or cover them with their hands; this is a physiological reflex.

But the hooded man didn't.

The moment the lights came on, he abruptly lowered his head and covered the lower half of his face!

The body rolls to its side.

boom!boom!

He was in mid-air, and both pistols were already drawn.

He fired continuously at the searchlight even though he could not see clearly.

With two loud popping sounds, the two searchlights exploded.

"Fire! Kill him! Don't let him get away!" came the roar from the loudspeaker.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

More than a dozen state troop officers who were lying in ambush opened fire at the same time.

Bullets rained down around the armored vehicle, sending sparks flying from the steel plates.

The hooded man, brushing against the firelight, rolled repeatedly on the ground as he fled towards the abandoned pipe area on the outskirts of the square.

"Pfft."

He groaned, clearly hit by a bullet, but still scrambled over a barbed wire fence without slowing down.

……

Inside a bulletproof command vehicle a few hundred meters away.

"Chase him! Catch him! Catch him now!"

Governor Richard Cox gripped the walkie-talkie, spitting as he spoke, his face flushed red.

Lu Yiming stood to the side with his arms crossed.

"Mr. Governor, wasn't I right? Here comes the scapegoat you wanted!"

Just hours earlier, this governor was sitting on the toilet, completely overwhelmed with worry.

His secretary brought him both good news and bad news.

Good news: The real culprit in the college poisoning case has been caught, and someone can take the blame for Vance's death; bad news: it was a 20-year-old Chinese-American female college student.

Wasn't this a pointless arrest? His purpose in arresting him was to pin Vance's death on the murderer.

It turned out that the murderer was a female college student who was completely defenseless.

"Are the media blind?! Do you think they'll believe this?!" Richard roared in fury.

Fortunately, Lu Yiming called to tell him that the real mastermind was a professional serial killer.

He has already lured the real culprit to the industrial park using bait.

That makes sense!

A elusive professional assassin, with ulterior motives, infiltrates the governor's convoy to poison Vance.

Only if this script is released will the media believe it!

Let's go back to the present.

"Lu! We really owe you a lot this time!"

Richard patted Lu Yiming on the shoulder excitedly, "These state troopers should really learn from you! As long as we catch this guy, we'll shut the media up!"

Lu Yiming smiled, patted his shoulder, and said that he would have to do laundry again tonight after being patted by such a greasy hand.

He could have just gone and taken on that robin assassin one-on-one.

With the red envelope code 47, killing him would be a piece of cake.

But there's no need... Group red envelopes shouldn't be used excessively; it's better to save this kind of powerful skill for crucial moments to save your life.

More importantly, there's no harm in using free thugs.

The smart thing to do is to let the state troopers risk their lives while you sit in your bulletproof car and watch the show.

"But... Lu, what's this guy doing here in the middle of the night? What's in that car?"

Richard was somewhat suspicious.

How did you manage to lure out a professional assassin so easily?

Lu Yiming shrugged. "Governor, you'll see when you go and take a look."

"Let's go down and take a look."

Richard waved his hand, and several SWAT officers with shields immediately stepped forward to clear a path, escorting the two to the rear of the bullet-riddled armored vehicle.

"Open it," Richard ordered.

Two state troopers forcefully pulled open the car door.

Boxes of banknotes, neatly stacked, were exposed to everyone's eyes.

Richard froze, his fat body trembling slightly.

Holy crap...

Isn't this the same batch of counterfeit banknotes from Vanceprint?!

"I investigated the deceased university professor; he was very likely also a member of the counterfeit money ring. The assassin probably killed him for this batch of counterfeit money."

Lu Yiming made it up on the spot, but Richard believed him.

Were the assassins after the counterfeit money? Or were they sent by political enemies to steal evidence?

So Vance was really poisoned to death by them? And not by Gu Qiuqian?

Although the man is dead, as long as the counterfeit money remains, those with the right intentions can trace his money laundering network in South America.

If they fall into the hands of these professional assassins, and then are handed back to the Elephant Party's enemies...

This is even more damaging than the scandal of going to Lolita Island!

"Governor, why are you sweating?" Lu Yiming added insult to injury from the side.

He had already moved the weapons from the carriage beforehand, leaving only his ostensible mission: escorting evidence and counterfeit money.

"I didn't expect that the killer's target was them," he reminded them again.

Richard felt a jolt.

We absolutely cannot let that killer be brought to court alive. If he blurts out something incriminating, we're finished!

"Ahem!"

Richard whirled around and roared at the state trooper superintendent leading the team:

"What are you idiots standing there for! This assassin is extremely dangerous; he not only poisoned a key suspect but also attempted to steal crucial evidence from a major case!"

"I am now issuing this order in my capacity as Governor of California."

"Immediately block all roads leading out of the city! If a suspect is spotted, do not issue warnings, do not allow them to remain alive! Shoot them on the spot! Understand?!"

"Yes, sir!"

The sheriff saluted and immediately led his men in pursuit of the direction the assassin had fled.

As he watched the large number of state police still searching, Lu Yiming leaned against the carriage and couldn't help but want to laugh.

He gambled correctly this time. He anticipated that Richard would not expose his relationship with the counterfeit money ring and would definitely do everything in his power to hunt down the killer.

But he won this round.

Without lifting a finger, he turned the entire California police force into hounds hunting down the Robin Killer.

Twenty minutes later.

The state trooper sergeant who went to pursue the suspect returned, panting heavily.

"Governor...Sir..."

"Did they kill him?!" Richard rushed forward anxiously.

"He...let them get away."

The sheriff kept his head down, avoiding Richard's eyes. "That guy was an absolute monster, trained by special forces! He was shot at least three times; we found tons of blood in the abandoned pipes. But he completely escaped using the sewer network; we didn't even catch a glimpse of him..."

"Fxxk!!!"

Richard flew into a rage and kicked him.

"Useless! All of you are useless! A dozen men couldn't even capture a seriously wounded assassin?! What good are you bunch of idiots?!"

The sheriff was thoroughly berated, but remained silent.

Lu Yiming sat to the side, shaking his head helplessly.

Even with a dragon charging right at your face, you managed to let them escape. These useless guys who only know how to eat donuts are hopeless.

However, being shot three times, he would be severely injured, if not killed.

"Have people stake out all the hospitals in the city. If someone gets shot, they'll definitely need to go for treatment," Lu Yiming said.

He then looked at Governor Richard with a beaming smile.

"In any case, the killer's persona has been established, and tonight's gunfight scene has enough media coverage."

He held up two fingers. "My mission is accomplished. You've got the perfect scapegoat."

"Now, shouldn't we talk about what you promised me?"

Richard wiped the sweat from his face and said nonchalantly, "The remaining two million dollars will be deposited into that account first thing tomorrow morning."

Lu Yiming pressed further, "And what about the position of the Fremont Police Chief?"