Special Forces Medic

Chapter 903 875: I'll Do It

"Mr. Wang, these are not reasons, we Italians are quite principled in our actions." As Arthur spoke, he pulled out a thin wire between his hands, thin as a hair, emitting a deadly gleam under the light.

"Those people are not mine, Mr. Arthur, you've been fooled. I suspect those people are from the Hua Family, deliberately trying to make us enemies," Wang Zhantian attempted to explain, at least for now, he didn't want to become adversaries with this man.

"I have no interest in your political collusion, daring to use me, that's your death sentence." Arthur effortlessly leaped from his seat, pushing Wang Zhantian down with a hand on his left shoulder, dragging him to the side, deftly pulling out the wire and winding it around Wang Zhantian's neck.

Shocked, Wang Zhantian's first reaction was to dodge, yet without any foundation, he couldn't escape as Arthur approached, fell weakly to the ground, like a flipped turtle with limbs in the air. He emitted a muffled cry, as the wire wound around him, then grabbed a porcelain ornament from the ground and aimed it at Arthur's head.

The counterattack didn't make Arthur hesitate, the porcelain shattered with a sound, and the wire was already wrapped around his neck. Wang Zhantian felt for the first time how closely he was to the Grim Reaper, the pinching pain made him scream uncontrollably, trying to pull the thing from his neck with his fingers, only to find the wire's sharpness cut deep gashes in his fingers.

Asphyxiation is a very slow way to die, the squeezed throat would slowly become oxygen-starved. Yet, at this moment, Wang Zhantian felt not only the loss of oxygen but also the dull pain from his neck being gradually cut, almost as if someone was sawing his neck bit by bit, that psychological torture nearly drove him mad.

The flailing struggle appeared inevitable in Arthur's eyes, tightening his grip, the pallor of his face and the red blood starting to seep from where the wire was strangling him formed a clear contrast, he became excited! His eyes gleamed with a mysterious excitement, like during the peak of desire, as chaotic as that, while Wang Zhantian's struggling fingers bent, mouth agape, pupils constricting, his continuously wagging tongue made clicking sounds.

Just a bit more time, just a bit more force to see the perfect look, Arthur loved this expression, because the tongue exposed due to asphyxiation was everyone's different reaction, and just as he wanted to sit for the last kiss, an inconspicuous Silver Needle shot in from the window, stabbed precisely into his wrist, in an instant, he couldn't exert any force on the hand holding the wire.

"Damn it!" Arthur yelled and released Wang Zhantian, then chased the fleeting figure by the window, leaping out.

Is he dead? Wang Zhantian felt the weight on him disappear, the now powerless wire dangled to the side. The wire deeply embedded in his skin didn't loosen and remained tightly wound inside, suddenly he realized the sharp, terrifying scream, like a crying baby, causing a chill.

Wu Mian was the first to rush into the Wang Family Mansion after receiving the news. Downstairs, he heard such screams, couldn't help but frown, with Wu Shuang and other relevant personnel right behind him.

The audio evidence was enough to send this person to prison. After obtaining the tangible evidence, the entire bureau mobilized, and it only took ten minutes to reach the Wang Family Mansion. However, he believed Xiao Lin must still be hiding something from him, the Italian wouldn't be caught so easily.

"I'll go up first!" Wu Shuang, holding a gun, pushed Wu Mian back behind her, rushing into the bedroom followed by Xiao Liu and other officers.

Aside from the occasional sharp scream, the room was empty, with guns drawn, Wu Shuang searched the whole space and came to Wang Zhantian, a man who had already lost control, with a hideous appearance that was nauseating.

"Wang Zhantian?!" Despite disgust, Wu Shuang squatted to check his wounds. Still in shock, his eyes lost focus, not reacting to those approaching.

"Call the forensic team over," Wu Shuang examined Wang Zhantian's wounds, it nearly reached the trachea, alas, should have been slightly later, she thought secretly, not showing any schadenfreude on her face.

"How is it?" Wu Mian walked in from outside, another suspect had already fled, subordinates were collecting evidence all around, he spotted a third-party footprint on the window sill, sighed helplessly, but said nothing.

"He's seriously injured, if we'd arrived a bit later, he might have been dead." Wu Shuang stood up, not wanting to hear this man's screams any longer at such close quarters, accompanied by the urine's discharge, the room was filled with various odors. "The suspect seems to have already escaped."

"Ah, it shouldn't be an escape." Wu Mian looked at the footprints on the windowsill. "It should be chasing another person out."

Wu Shuang also noticed the direction of the footprints. She immediately ordered a full search but was stopped by Wu Mian. "Why are you still so impulsive?" It sounded like a reprimand, but it was more of a lesson. "This person was likely lured away. He could've killed Wang Zhantian, so why did he hold back at the last moment? Have you considered that?"

"Precisely because of that, it's even more important to find the answer." Clearly unhappy, Wu Shuang glared at Wu Mian.

"Director Wu, we need support from 120. The incision at the wound is a third molecular point; the wire density is too fine, and removing it immediately would be risky. We need hospital support." Mu Rongyun, wearing gloves, didn't make any moves on Wang Zhantian's wound but held the end of the steel wire. Inside the black obsidian ring were English initials.

"What's the likelihood of survival?" Wu Shuang walked over to Mu Rongyun and asked quietly.

"It depends on who performs the surgery. There's no sign of blood loss yet, handled properly it shouldn't be a problem." After tidying up his tools, Mu Rongyun did not leave the room, but unexpectedly took a tour around each room.

"Release the news openly, there's no need for any concealment, report the situation here truthfully." Wu Mian instructed Wu Shuang before wrapping up the task.

"Why? Isn't it supposed to be confidential? If there's unrest in the Wang Family, it could cause dissatisfaction in the business world." Wu Shuang curiously questioned Wu Mian, surprised by his usual cautious nature that suddenly became so audacious.

"There's already solid evidence that the Wang Family is involved in the assassination of government officials. Do you still not understand who would benefit from releasing the news?" Wu Mian sighed again. Wu Shuang, too committed to her work, seemed unsuitable for the political arena, as her pursuit of justice in every matter wouldn't lead to a promising future.

Wu Shuang opened her mouth, her beautiful eyes blinking as if understanding yet not. "Are you saying someone wants to use this opportunity to completely eliminate the Wang Family, then Wang Zhanting would be among them, and the one to replace the Wang Family..."

"Just follow my instructions, we, as police, just need to solve the case. The rest isn't our concern. The evidence against Wang Zhantian for contracting murder is solid; immediately submit it to the prosecutors. The faster this proceeds, the better, understand?" Wu Mian stood at the window, gazing at the third footprint in deep thought. He should know who this person is, and if caught on the spot, what the scenario would be? The Xiao Family would likely get involved, although Xiao Zhenfeng hasn't explicitly stated it, the current situation shows someone is gradually forcing it to this intention. There's no need to interfere now; the best outcome is just this. Thinking this, Wu Mian pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and quietly smoked while facing the night outside the window.

"You're definitely hiding something from me." Once everyone had left, Wu Shuang finally faced Wu Mian as a daughter. "This isn't work time, you must've known who that person was from the start!"

"Mm!" Wu Mian nodded. Wu Shuang might not be suitable for the political arena, but that doesn't make her foolish. "The surface case can be solved, but it's tied to international issues, so this needs to be handled by others. Such charges can't be laid out publicly; it'll allow some criminals to exploit loopholes. Just charge with contracting murder on the report; I'll make a call to the prosecutor's office, so don't be too persistent."

"But..." Wu Shuang wanted to say more but swallowed her words when glared at by Wu Mian.

"Haven't you learned any lessons from your stubbornness yet? Shouldn't you change your personality a bit? You've added so much trouble for others, your vision is too short-sighted, and your social experience is still too little. When will this old man have to send this young one off? Flexibility isn't a bad thing." With that, Wu Mian sighed deeply, then left Wang Zhantian's bedroom, leaving Wu Shuang alone.

Wang Zhantian, who was being carried away, seemed like a living dead. Besides breathing, he was unresponsive. The wound on his finger had been bandaged, but saliva continuously dripped from the corner of his mouth. His eyes stared blankly at one point, suddenly looking decades older. At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking, as the emergency doctor tried to break the wristband of wire in two.

But it became clear that the wire's durability exceeded what current tools can achieve. They could only place thick padding on either side of his neck to prevent the wire from penetrating further, trying to maintain its current depth. Despite extensive coordination, no one dared to take on such responsibility.

At a loss, finally someone voiced a dissent. "I'll do it!" (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)