The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

457: Chapter 457 Rapid PursuitWhat kind of danger could there be on this road?

A car accident!

It must be a car accident!

I looked up and saw a large truck stopped in front.

A glance at the rearview mirror revealed a large truck carrying steel coils tailing right behind!

Damn it!

Beasts!

Trying this trick again!

Han Jingyang was shocked, jerking the steering wheel in an attempt to avoid being sandwiched between the two vehicles.

If he were hit, even if he were equipped with a hundred top-tier protective items, it would be useless; he would still be crushed into pulp.

metaphysics is one thing, but in the face of modern creations, its power is sometimes too weak.

Take this car, for example; it can easily carry dozens of tons over thousands of kilometers while only consuming two tanks of fuel.

What about metaphysics?

Even the most powerful practitioner, even if worked to death, couldn’t transport dozens of tons of cargo thousands of kilometers away.

And that’s just a car.

What about trains?

Airplanes?

Cargo ships?

Cargo spacecraft?

In the current environment, practitioners like Han Jingyang can indeed accomplish many incredible things.

But there are also many things they cannot do.

For instance, right now, he cannot withstand being sandwiched by two trucks.

He could only dodge in advance.

It was fortunate that his protective talisman gave an early warning, otherwise...

Han Jingyang felt lingering fear just thinking about it.

However, as soon as his car moved, two sedans on the left and right immediately blocked his sides.

Damn!

Han Jingyang was truly furious.

With a roar of ”F*ck your mother,” he kicked open the car window and jumped out, pulling Liu Jing with him.

Just as they landed, there was a loud ”boom,” and the Q7 he had been driving vanished, reduced to dust under the immense impact.

Han Jingyang got up, coldly glanced at the steel-coil truck which was also in a miserable state, and fixed his gaze on the two sedans that had sandwiched him.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiyang’s exclamation came through the headset: ”Han Jingyang, are you alright?”

”I won’t die, but I am angry.”

”You... the mission is important, don’t waste too much time.”

”I know, it won’t be delayed,” Han Jingyang said coldly: ”But you need to properly investigate your organization. I was targeted right after I left; there must be a mole.”

”Not necessarily. It’s also possible they have been watching you the whole time. You are a hot-shot expert now; it’s normal for them to assign people to track your movements 24/7, especially those people and factions who need to guard against you.”

Han Jingyang was silent.

That possibility certainly exists.

No, it’s not just a possibility, it’s a certainty.

It definitely isn’t just the Japanese invaders or those with ulterior motives watching him; there must be government personnel too.

He had really overlooked that point before.

He would need to increase his precautions in the future.

This feeling of having his whereabouts known by others... is terrible.

Thinking this, he strode towards the Santana sedan that had sandwiched him.

The driver of the sedan was a bald man in his forties.

Seeing the unscathed Han Jingyang, the bald man was stunned and terrified, starting the car to flee.

Want to run?

Killing with a Borrowed Blade!

A short blade condensed from white Qi silently sank into the back of the bald man’s neck.

The bald man slowly slumped in his seat.

The Santana lost control, drifted for a dozen meters, and slowly came to a stop.

Another dilapidated Great Wall car, however, drove off immediately during the chaos of the accident.

Han Jingyang snorted.

None of them will get away.

He pulled the murderous-looking Liu Jing, rushed to the Santana, yanked the bald man out and threw him on the side of the road, got in, started the engine, and slammed on the gas, speeding off.

The accident scene.

A group of drivers and passengers finally reacted.

”What happened?”

”Save people first, save people first.”

”That Q7 is a wreck; it’s reduced to slag.”

”Is this f*cking a car accident? This is...”

”Shh, the driver jumped out with a woman, but we don’t know if anyone else was left inside.”

”Call the police. Even if there is someone inside, they can’t be saved, and it’s smashed up so badly it could explode at any moment.”

”Evacuate the scene, evacuate the scene.”

”Where are they?”

”They hijacked a Santana and ran off; it was a handsome young man and an incredibly beautiful woman.”

”Looking at it this way, this is really not simple.”

Han Jingyang drove the dilapidated Santana, slamming on the accelerator, forcing the aging car on the verge of retirement to over a hundred, quickly catching up to the dilapidated Great Wall car in front and soon driving side-by-side.

He coldly looked at the young man in the driver’s seat of the Great Wall and jerked the steering wheel.

The car body swayed; after the rear bumper brushed against the Great Wall’s front right wheel, it quickly pulled away, wobbled twice, straightened out, and sped away from the scene.

The dilapidated Great Wall was an SUV with a high chassis and high center of gravity; the moment its front wheel was brushed, it jumped up, and under the force of immense inertia, it rolled over and slammed into a large willow tree on the side of the road, the driver instantly crushed and deformed, dead as a doornail.

Han Jingyang saw this scene through the rearview mirror, his heart completely unmoved.

Being a traitor, death is not a pity.

He continued driving forward, and after stabilizing, he opened his headset and said to Zhang Zhiyang: ”How far is it to Team A now?”

”Twenty-five kilometers,” Zhang Zhiyang sighed: ”Let me get you a different car; I’ll tell you once it’s arranged. Wait, they turned, Team A turned.”

”Where did they turn?”

”North.”

”Hmm? What about Team B?”

”Team B’s direction is unchanged, heading west along the Qingyin line; they have already passed Liaocheng.”

”This direction...” Han Jingyang took a deep breath: ”The plan remains unchanged; pursue Team A first. Help me plan the best route.”

”Turn north four kilometers ahead, take the country road for six kilometers, then get on the national highway...”

Han Jingyang kept his foot on the accelerator the whole way, overtaking every car he saw, roaring along the route Zhang Zhiyang directed to catch up.

Midway, he switched to a Cayenne that Zhang Zhiyang had managed to get from somewhere; it had better handling and higher speed, constantly shortening the distance to the target.

”Twenty kilometers.”

”Eighteen kilometers.”

”Now it’s fifteen kilometers.”

”Approaching ten kilometers.”

”Han Jingyang, steady, only six or seven kilometers left; at your speed, it’s just six or seven kilometers.”

Zhang Zhiyang’s tone suddenly changed: ”Not good, they turned again, they turned into Cheng County. They, they are going to take hostages! Han Jingyang, faster, you absolutely cannot let them succeed!”

Han Jingyang stared fixedly at the road ahead, vehicles and scenery flashing past at lightning speed.

He now had only one goal: catch up to that group of Japanese invaders and kill every single one of them without leaving any survivors!

”They stopped, in front of a kindergarten, just two kilometers to your front left, called Cheng County Bilingual Kindergarten. Be careful!”

”Damn, they’ve started!”

”The security guard was killed, with no power to fight back!”

”A female teacher tried to stop them and was also killed!”

”All the students were herded to the second floor of the kindergarten!”

”Be careful, they have firearms!”

”Six are carrying swords, two are holding staffs; they are Japanese invader monks, be extremely careful!”

Han Jingyang saw the kindergarten from afar, rushed over at high speed, then slammed on the brakes to a steady stop. He got out, but immediately smashed open the three sedans parked at the kindergarten entrance and searched them, finding nothing of value, and certainly not the bronze tripod he was looking for.

Another trap.

A wasted trip!

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes, glanced at the security guard and female teacher lying in pools of blood, and walked straight in, pushing the door open.

Seeing Han Jingyang’s actions, Zhang Zhiyang shouted: ”Han Jingyang, be careful, the children cannot be harmed!”

At the second-floor stairwell, a Japanese invader holding a katana also shouted sternly: ”Han Jingyang, do not come any closer, otherwise, I will kill them all—”

As his voice fell, he slashed his blade towards the innocent little girl beside him.