112. Capturing the Culprit
The thief who robbed the package... was actually caught while using the toilet!
The robber was humming a song while squatting in the bathroom of the rented room. Suddenly, a group of heavily armed police officers burst into the room and quickly surrounded the small bathroom.
With this lineup and equipment, anyone unaware of the situation would think the police were on a mission to apprehend an internationally wanted criminal. No one would guess... they were actually arresting a robber who stole a package!
A group of muscular men dressed in sunglasses and black suits stood by the small window of the restroom. They were expressionless and incredibly cool.
When the toilet door was opened, the robber was still frantically wiping his butt.
"I said... Officer, what are you doing?" The robber appeared very calm, exuding the air of a seasoned veteran.
"You're under arrest. Come with us. Here's the arrest warrant," a police officer said coldly, pulling out handcuffs and then... looking with disgust at the robber's hand that had just been wiping his butt.
"Arrest? Why? I haven't done anything wrong, have I?" the robber retorted defiantly.
"Yesterday at noon, you intercepted a delivery truck, injured the deliveryman, and stole a package. Did you think that just because there were no security cameras there, they wouldn't see you?" the officer sneered.
If it were just an ordinary delivery truck, and only one package was stolen, the police wouldn't have mobilized such a large force. The problem is, the person robbed was a prominent local figure, a local bigwig. He demanded a lot of money and had considerable influence. You robbed him, then struck him on the head, and naively thought you could escape?
"Come with us obediently and hand over everything you stole again, and your days in jail will be a little easier." The officer stepped forward and gestured for the man to extend his hands.
The robber's expression changed instantly—the thought of the package pained him.
He was ordered by the higher-ups of the Moon Saber Sect to come to the vicinity of Jiangnan University Town to monitor a 'Su Clan junior'. Such arduous errand-running and surveillance tasks would only be assigned to outer disciples of sects like them to play minor roles.
As an outer disciple, his strength was not great; he had only barely reached the second level of the First-Grade -Second Aperture Eye Aperture.
To prevent him from losing track of the Su Clan's descendants, the sect gave him a one-time use Talisman Treasure.
It was a red paper-colored Talisman Treasure. When attached to the body, it could sense the aura of 'magical artifacts' of Third-Grade or higher within a range of 800 meters, and the effect would last for a week.
Near the Jiangnan University Town, only the descendant of the Su Clan possessed a magic artifact of Third-Grade or higher. Therefore, he was able to pinpoint the location of the Su Clan descendant from afar using that Talisman Treasure.
But just yesterday, as he was monitoring the younger generation of the Su Clan as usual, he suddenly sensed a magic artifact of Third-Grade or higher on a delivery truck that passed by!
His first thought was that a descendant of the Su Clan had brought another magical artifact and traveled light on the delivery truck.
So he quickly followed.
But after following for a while, he discovered that there was only a delivery man in the car, and no sign of the Su Clan's descendants.
Just an ordinary deliveryman? Yet he's delivering high-level magical artifacts!
His heart began to stir.
Isn't this a golden opportunity?
Suddenly, a wicked thought arose in his mind. He seized an opportunity to knock the deliveryman unconscious with a stick, and then stole the magical artifact from the package.
When he tore open the package, he discovered that it contained a Formless Divine Sword!
It was invisible to the naked eye, and even he, who had opened his Eye Aperture, couldn't see it. If it weren't for the 'Talisman Treasure,' he wouldn't even be able to sense the aura of the magical artifact!
But you can actually touch it, and it's incredibly sharp!
He was incredibly excited.
But just then, his senior brother, who was on the mission of 'monitoring the younger generation of the Su Clan's with him, came over.
This senior disciple is an inner disciple of the Moon Saber Sect, an elite figure. He came here on this mission, but in reality, he's here to reap the rewards. The poor me does all the dirty and tiring work, while the senior disciple takes the lion's share of the credit.
The eldest brother severely reprimanded him for dereliction of duty, failing to monitor the younger generation of the Su Clan within the stipulated time.
Then... during the reprimand, the senior brother noticed that he was holding an object in his hand.
Then... before he could even warm the Formless Treasure Sword in his hands, his senior brother snatched it away, claiming he wanted to offer it to the sect leader?
If it weren't for his senior brother's Second-Grade strength, he would have really fought to the death with his opponent!
He thought being robbed of his Formless Treasure Sword was bad enough, but it turns out the trouble wasn't over yet. His treasure had been stolen, and now he had to take the blame for the robbery!
"I can't be taken away by the police. If I'm really locked up and fail to complete the task assigned by the sect leader, I might really have to stay in jail until I'm released." He gritted his teeth secretly.
Moreover, the stolen goods have all been intercepted, and since he can't hand them over, who knows how long he'll be locked up?
Thinking of this, he pulled up his pants, flipped over, and kicked the police officer directly in front of him. If he could kick the officer away, and take advantage of the moment when the police officers outside were stunned, he would still have a chance to break through the encirclement and escape, given his physical strength!
He was, after all, a First-Grade Cultivator. The police officer directly in front of him was powerless to resist and was kicked, crashing into the wall.
"Assaulting a police officer!" the officer shouted, clutching his chest before collapsing.
Assaulting police officers is no laughing matter in China... In serious cases, officers may be shot and killed!
The officer in front had barely fallen when the police officers behind him simultaneously drew their guns and pointed them at the robber. Clearly, they were prepared, completely calm, and perhaps even waiting for the robber to make his move!
The robber froze on the spot. He was just a cultivator who had opened his Eye Aperture, only slightly better than Song Shuhang, a complete novice. He wasn't invulnerable to bullets; a burst of bullets could still put a hole in him!
With so many bullets coming at him, are they trying to turn him into a sieve?
Therefore, he had no choice but to obediently raise his hands.
Then, he was handcuffed, taken to the police station, and went through the formalities, including being asked for his name, identity, address, and so on.
He truthfully provided his legal identity information.
After everything was over, he was inexplicably put into a car, and no one knew where he was being taken.
He remained motionless in the car.
He was bound tightly, like a dumpling. Four burly men in black suits stared at him with hostile eyes.
In a ward at the Jiangnan Fourth People's Hospital.
A bespectacled man in a suit answered a phone call, then turned to Sima Jiang, who was lying on the hospital bed, and said, "Mr. Sima, the robber has been caught. The suspect who was trying to escape has already left and is being brought over."
Sima Jiang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and nodded. "Keep a close watch on the road, absolutely do not let him get away!"
"We've already secretly tampered with him; if he dares to run, we'll break both his legs," the bespectacled man in a suit said calmly, adjusting his glasses.
"That's good. I'll make a call first... You all go out and wait until that guy is delivered, then come in and call me," Sima Jiang said in a deep voice.
"Yes." The people in the ward packed their belongings and left one after another.
Sima Jiang took out his phone, organized his thoughts, and then dialed Song Shuhang's number.
The Medicine Master lives in a five-story building.
"Hello? Jiang? Is there something you need?" Song Shuhang asked weakly. At this moment, he was charging his magical artifact, the 'Three-Star Fire-Control Fan,' with a miserable expression.
"Haha, Shuhang. I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but I have something to tell you." Sima Jiang continued, "Yesterday I was knocked unconscious and robbed."