Chapter 49

Chapter 49

A cargo truck led the way, followed by two small pickup trucks, and at the rear a small truck crammed with people. If one opened the doors of the front vehicles, they would see crates made of wooden planks filling the truck, with straw poking out from the gaps. Some of the items inside still had dirt and grime from the ground not yet wiped clean, hastily loaded onto the vehicles, destined to be sold abroad.

Feng Liancheng was in the first cargo truck. He lit a cigarette and puffed away without a care, the silence of the early morning hours requiring smoke to keep his frayed nerves alert.

Beside him, driving, was his most trusted brother. Nearly all the Feng family members on this trip were in these vehicles, except for a few injured from tomb expeditions. Feng Liancheng’s eyes held a tangible madness. This was a gamble—winner takes all, loser loses everything, and everything hinged on this journey.

Over twenty men had bulging waists, with guns hidden under their clothes. Not a word was spoken; everyone’s nerves were stretched to the breaking point.

The checkpoint to leave the city lay ahead. A few parked small trucks in the distance were barely noticeable in the dark. Feng Liancheng’s left eye twitched inexplicably, a chill rising in his heart without reason.

To take a cargo truck out of the city, various permits were required. Feng Liancheng had prepared these in advance. He handed the certificates and letters of introduction to the inspection personnel. Two men scrutinized the documents under the light, while one curiously peered into the truck, seeming intent on opening it. Feng Liancheng’s nerves tightened, his hand moving to his waist. He did not know that up the road, at a fork in the road, armed police had set up roadblocks with guards, blocking all vehicles from passing.

Fortunately, the two men finished checking the documents and waved them through. Feng Liancheng slowly exhaled.

The truck drove on—ten meters, a hundred meters, two hundred meters.

With a *pop*, the round tire went flat, clearly running over something sharp. The cargo truck wobbled dangerously, nearly tipping over, but the two managed to steady it. The ceramic artifacts inside clinked and clattered, making Feng Liancheng's heart skip a beat.

Suddenly, a circle of people rushed up from all sides, the police badges on their shoulders glinting harshly in the eyes. Outside, a policeman shouted loudly: “People inside the vehicle, do not resist! Put down your guns, and surrender immediately!”

Feng Liancheng closed his eyes, veins throbbing on his forehead. His cargo truck was doomed. Where there's life, there's hope. The three trucks behind him coordinated to ram through, trying to break an opening. The SWAT team fired without hesitation at the wheels, and in moments two vehicles overturned. Over twenty men used the cargo truck and small truck as cover, firing back at the SWAT team without hesitation—bullets raining down, smoke everywhere.

Feng Liancheng, guarded by a group in the innermost ring, gradually approached the only intact sedan. These men were desperate men. The surrounding SWAT officers struggled to contain them. Some were wounded, some nearly died, but no one retreated.

A dark figure moved through the night like a leopard, the darkness her best camouflage. Agilely leaping over a group, she closed in on the twenty-odd men in an instant. The burly men were nothing in her hands—she dislocated their arms without mercy and threw them aside. The SWAT officers were stunned for two seconds, then quickly handcuffed and subdued them.

In just half a minute, she had taken down five men.

Feng Xia always showed mercy to Huaguo people, so she only dislocated their arm bones, not their throats.

Feng Liancheng stared at the petite figure, his throat dry and nearly speechless. When she got close, he finally spat out two words: “It’s you!”

He understood now—this was a trap, a trap set long ago for them. Ridiculous that he thought himself clever, foolishly walking right into it. Feng Xia gave him no chance to beg for mercy. Grabbing him by the throat with one hand, she twisted her body, dodging two bullets like she had eyes in back of her head. Using Feng Liancheng as a hostage, she retreated. The men, held back by fear of hurting him, dared not fire, their faces dark as the SWAT officers handcuffed them and loaded them onto vehicles.

Suddenly, the last car, which had been overlooked, shot toward Feng Xia like a bolt of lightning. The smiles on the SWAT officers’ faces froze, only managing a “No!”

With one hand gripping her hostage, Feng Xia punched out with the other. *Bang!* It wasn’t her who was sent back—the speeding car was knocked over with one punch by Feng Xia, its front crumpled. The people inside were smashed, bleeding from head wounds, and passed out.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the slender figure on the road. Damn, were their eyes playing tricks on them? A young girl single-handedly knocked over a car with one punch? Ha, must be because they stayed up too late tonight—they were seeing things.

Some even rubbed their eyes. But the wrecked car still sat there, undeniable. Even Feng Liancheng, held in Feng Xia’s left hand, went limp. Facing such a monster, how could he escape? If he ran and she punched him, he’d meet his ancestors without even a trial. Feng Liancheng was truly terrified.

Feng Xia dragged him onto the police car. The SWAT officers, dazed, tied him up, then dazedly swept the battlefield. Everyone’s minds were in a daze—was the special operation over just like that?

Police cars came wailing and left wailing. All traces on the road were cleared away. The grave goods from the three vehicles were properly transported to the residences of Wu Xingzhou and Old Master Lin, where they, along with two Huaguo classics scholars from Xishan, would inventory and catalog them one by one. Maybe ten or so years from now, they would be displayed in the Xishan Museum, witnessing the grand history of our great Huaguo nation.

Zhang Shaoqing, as the overall commander of this special operation, was not at the scene, so he did not witness the astonishing sight. Reading the report written by his subordinates, Chief Zhang was quite displeased. He knew Feng Xia was formidable, but describing her as something divine—that's just going to cause trouble!

He called in the young police officer and gave him a reprimand. The officer felt wronged, insisting that it was exactly what happened, and he hadn’t exaggerated at all.

Zhang Shaoqing!!!

“You said she knocked over a car with one punch and claim you didn’t exaggerate? Come on, tell me—how could a 13-year-old girl knock over a car with one punch?” Zhang Shaoqing glared. Just then, his right-hand man, the Deputy Minister, entered. He had been at the scene that night and had witnessed the miraculous event. He quickly intervened: “Hey, Old Zhang, don't chew out Xiao Wu. That girl is born with superhuman strength. When the car charged at her, she didn’t even dodge. She punched it, and the front end crumpled. The car is still in our backyard right now. If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself.”

Zhang Shaoqing looked at his old partner in disbelief. He knew he wouldn’t joke about this, which meant it was all true. Zhang Shaoqing was deeply shocked.

The elite Field Army units—they were scary as hell!