Protection Mission

"Are you sweating profusely?" Yang Jian asked from inside the taxi.

"No, it's just a bit hot in the car. It's over 30 degrees Celsius outside, so it's normal to sweat a little," said Old Wang, who was driving.

"The noise from your car is getting louder and louder. It doesn't sound like tire noise. Something's really wrong," Yang Jian.

"That's the shock absorber making noise, it's nothing to worry about," Old Wang said.

Yang Jian, "When you were drifting around the corner just now, I think I heard something suddenly fall down behind me with a bang."

"Really? My car's a bit old, so it's normal for it to have broken off something while drifting and going too fast, especially since I was drifting around a corner just now," Old Wang said.

Yang Jian, "Why is your foot constantly on the brake?"

Old Wang slammed on the brakes, but the car was going faster and faster and he couldn't stop it.

"Don't worry, it's fine, I can handle it. It's just a temporary brake failure. Maybe that young man damaged it last time."

Yang Jian's expression turned strange. "Are you trying to shirk responsibility?"

"What are you doing, making a phone call? You dare to make a phone call while driving?"

Old Wang said, "I just remembered something and wanted to call to let you know I'm safe. Don't worry, everything's fine."

As he spoke, he dialed a number in front of Yang Jian: "Hello, wife? It's me, Old Wang. Nothing much, I just picked up a Ghost Tamer to help with a case, so I might be a little late. I won't be having dinner, you take the kids to bed first, that's all. Oh, by the way, wife, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Wife, I love you."

After saying that, Old Wang put his phone in his pocket, then took both hands off the steering wheel, took out a cigarette, lit it, and stared out the window with hazy eyes, exhaling a deep smoke ring.

"The wind was a bit noisy today, and the sunset came a little earlier than usual. The night view of Dachang City is still quite nice, but I wonder if I'll have another chance to appreciate it."

Yang Jian, "Driver, why are you saying all this? You should be holding the steering wheel and looking ahead. Do you know how dangerous it is to drive like this at this speed?"

"I know."

Old Wang flicked his cigarette ash. "But the brakes have completely failed. Can't you see my feet are playing the piano? Holding the steering wheel now is pointless. If I can't slow down, I'll have to plunge into the city river in a minute. Need a life jacket? I have two here, bought when the city flooded."

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Yang Jian's face darkened. He hadn't misheard; Old Wang's taxi had gone too fast and drifted, causing a problem.

"I'm not a very good swimmer, I think I'll jump off the vehicle."

"No, jumping out of a car at that speed will kill you. Trust me, don't panic after you drive into the river. Wait for the car to sink. According to scientific calculations, the car won't fill with water immediately after it sinks to the bottom. And don't rush to open the car door, because the water pressure outside the car will be too great at that point to open the door."

Old Wang said earnestly, "All I need to do is wait quietly until the water fills the carriage and the water pressure inside and outside reaches the same level. Then I will use this window breaker to break the glass, and then I can crawl out through the window. A person can float to the surface within ten seconds."

"Okay, fine, I'll trust you one more time." Yang Jian looked at how professionally he was talking and gave up his plan to jump out of the car.

The next moment.

Old Wang turned the steering wheel and drove straight onto the sidewalk, avoiding pedestrians, before plunging into a nearby artificial river.

Everything went exactly as he planned: the car plunged into the water, stalled, and sank.

Perfect.

A moment later, however, Old Wang laughed bitterly, "Man proposes, God disposes. Today, it seems fate is against me. Why did the car flip over and fall into the river? Now the windows are all stuck in the mud and completely sealed shut. My window-breaking hammer is completely useless. If I break the window now, the mud will rush in, and I'll only die faster."

At this moment, Yang Jian sat in the passenger seat with a dark expression, head down and buttocks up.

The river water rushed in from all directions, and we were about to suffocate.

As expected, I shouldn't have trusted this experienced driver.

If it weren't for my superior skills and daring, I would have been played to death by this experienced driver today.

"Young man, do you have a girlfriend yet? Look, this is my lovely daughter, she's in fourth grade this year, isn't she pretty?" Old Wang then took out a photo and revealed a sad expression.

He had completely given up hope and begun to accept his impending death.

"Let's not talk about that. I just wanted to ask, didn't you say you've been driving for twenty years and never crashed? You even won your wife over," Yang Jian asked.

Old Wang said, "I've never overturned my car, but I've been in a car accident. I met my wife at the hospital; she's a nurse."

"Alright, alright, stop talking."

Yang Jian patted him on the shoulder; "Old Wang, you'd better drive more carefully in the future. Don't even think about drifting around corners anymore, not for me, but for your nurse wife and your lovely daughter."

"No, if there's a next life, I want to be a race car driver. It's my lifelong dream," Old Wang said firmly.

"This isn't a suitable place to talk about dreams, let's find somewhere else," Yang Jian sighed, and a red light emanated from his body, enveloping Old Wang.

The next moment, the two disappeared into the riverbed and reappeared on the sidewalk next to them.

"Ouch!"

Old Wang fell to the ground, looking around with a bewildered expression.

Weren't we just at the bottom of the river? How did we suddenly reappear on the sidewalk?

Oh, right, that young man.

Looking around, Yang Jian was nowhere to be seen; he had vanished into thin air like a ghost.

A short while later.

Yang Jian returned to the Xiaoqiang Club he had previously worked with.

The area has been completely sealed off; investigators are conducting a formal investigation and gathering various pieces of evidence against Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Yang, how's the situation? Has Wang Xiaoqiang Ghost Tamer successfully apprehended?" The bureau chief asked hurriedly as soon as he saw Yang Jian appear.

Yang Jian, "Wang Xiaoqiang's matter has been resolved. I personally killed him. I had already reported the situation beforehand. It happened at the location of the car accident. As for the body, there's no need to look for it. You can't handle the bodies of people like that. I've already taken care of it."

"That's wonderful." The bureau chief breathed a sigh of relief and shook Yang Jian's hand warmly with some excitement.

If Wang Xiaoqiang really gets away, then I'll be in big trouble.

"Yang Jian, you're back just in time. Have you noticed that the sky looks a bit off? It seems to be getting darker and darker. It's not nighttime now," Sun Yi said as they walked.

"I've noticed this. If I'm not mistaken, it's very likely that a paranormal event is brewing. Judging from the current situation, the scope of this paranormal event seems to be quite large." Yang Jian nodded solemnly.

If paranormal events were to break out, this would be even more serious than the paranormal events in Huanggang Village.

The Huanggang Village incident only affected one village, but now it is affecting an entire city.

"I've received the latest news: Dachang City has been sealed off, and an emergency meeting is being held. The situation is more serious than we thought. Yang Jian, how about a temporary reconciliation? Fighting amongst ourselves at this time will only hasten our demise." Zhao Kaiming, leaning on his cane, limped over.

Hearing that Yang Jian had dealt with Wang Xiaoqiang, he knew that he or Ye Feng would be his next target.

The recent paranormal event presents a temporary opportunity for reconciliation.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Kaiming: "You're quite good at choosing your timing. Wang Xiaoqiang is dead, are you scared?"

Zhao Kaiming's reconciliation was not due to the current brewing of supernatural events, but rather because he was shocked by Wang Xiaoqiang's death and felt a sense of dread.

"This is very likely a large-scale paranormal event. Such events are extremely rare in China. Once it happens, it won't just be a matter of dozens or hundreds of casualties. It could very well be the end of the entire city. You probably still have people to take care of, right? Relatives, friends? Instead of wasting your energy fighting over this, you should take care of yourself first. I'm being very sincere," Zhao Kaiming said.

Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, his satellite positioning phone rang.

"Wait a minute, I need to take this call."

"Hello, who is this?"

Liu Xiaoyu's voice came through the phone. "Yang Jian, a very unusual paranormal event is happening in Dachang City. The situation is extremely critical. From now on, we need to stay on call 24 hours a day to ensure constant communication and information exchange."

"There's no need for constant communication; I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it," Yang Jian.

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Liu Xiaoyu then added, "Also, Professor Wang couldn't leave Dachang City in time for some reason, and now he can't get out. Dachang City is currently under quarantine; people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out. So until our support arrives, we hope you can protect Professor Wang's safety."

"He absolutely cannot die in this paranormal event."

Yang Jian, "What does this have to do with me? I'm only responsible for handling paranormal events, not protecting people. If you want someone to protect Wang Xiaoming, you should hire a bodyguard, not come to me."

"There's a reward for this mission," Liu Xiaoyu said.

"I'm not interested in money," Yang Jian.

"If you're willing to take on this task, you'll be qualified to mobilize all the gold reserves of the major banks in Dachang City. Whether you use them for public or private purposes, as long as Professor Wang survives," Liu Xiaoyu said.

Yang Jian immediately asked, "Where is Wang Xiaoming now?"

"I'll let you know the specifics later, and I hope you're mentally prepared," Liu Xiaoyu said.

At this moment, Yang Jian looked at Zhao Kaiming beside him and said, "Some people are alive, but they are already dead; some people are dead, but their spirit lives on. Wang Xiaoqiang is right. Let bygones be bygones, and let bygones be bygones. In the face of this great calamity, we should indeed temporarily reconcile. Fighting among ourselves will only lead to mutual destruction."

"I hope we'll have the opportunity to cooperate in the future," he said, extending his hand.

"You just need to agree to a temporary settlement."

Zhao Kaiming did not shake hands; he didn't want Yang Jian to dislocate another arm. Just before, he had also received the mission to protect Professor Wang.

This is a crisis, but also an opportunity.

Continuing to fight amongst ourselves is simply unwise.