Chapter 4 — The Secret in the Basement B2

At that moment, Manh Ky An suddenly spoke on the phone.

"Don't rush."

My heart tightened slightly. It seemed he had heard the situation over here.

"The traffic police station is less than two hundred meters away from you."

"Just buy some time. I already called."

I clenched my teeth. Two hundred meters. But right now... That distance is as long as a human life. Thieu Chan Hai stepped in front of the car. He leaned over, looking at me through the windshield.

"Give me the piece of paper."

"Where are you left?"

"Where is Uncle Ma?"

Rainwater fell along the rim of the umbrella, pattering on the hood. Thieu Chan Hai's eyes turned cold.

"Just a security guard."

My chest felt like it was being squeezed.

"Last night he was still alive."

"And last night..."

"He shouldn't have been in your car."

Having said this, Thieu Chan Hai doesn't seem to bother pretending anymore.

"There are things..."

"It's not something you can touch."

I took out the piece of paper. Place it right on the steering wheel.

"Then you tell me."

"Basement B2..."

"What exactly are you hiding?"

Thieu Chan Hai stared at the piece of paper. A gloomy light flashed in his eyes. At that moment, Mieu Tue suddenly spoke up.

"General Thieu, don't waste any more words with her."

Her voice was harshly torn by the sound of the rain.

"If it lasts any longer... they'll all wake up."

As soon as the words ended... Khuong San and I both stiffened. Not coordinating the investigation. Not even being detained. Was knocked unconscious. I looked at Thieu Chan Hai. His face immediately became extremely unsightly. Mieu Tue also realized she had said something wrong and quickly closed her mouth. At that moment... In the distance, a police siren sounded. But like a sharp blade, it tore through the thick rain. Driver Cao turned his head to look back. Thieu Chan Hai's eyes immediately changed. He suddenly raised his hand. Hit the hood of my car hard.

"Stop it!"

I didn't hesitate another second. Hit the steering wheel hard. Step on the accelerator all the way. The front of the car jumped straight onto the edge of the sidewalk, the whole car bounced violently. Khuong San screamed loudly. The right car door scraped hard against the iron poles. The harsh sound of metal rubbing continued. The right rearview mirror shattered. The car body crushed through the gap between the iron piles. The front wheel rolled over the puddle, throwing mud everywhere. Thieu Chan Hai had to take a step back. The umbrella in my hand was blown upside down by the wind. I rushed straight onto the sidewalk. Sneak past the black sedan. Ahead... Saw the traffic police station. The policeman inside heard the movement and immediately poked his head out to look. I was just about to honk... Then the rear of the car suddenly received a very strong impact. The white van also drove straight onto the sidewalk. My car was thrown violently to the side. The airbag did not deploy. But the front of the car was completely diagonal, crashing into the security fence next to the police station. In a moment... The whole world was left with only the sound of rain and the thick ringing in my ears. When I raised my head... A stream of warm liquid was flowing down my forehead. Khuong San in the back seat cried and called my name. The traffic police immediately rushed out of the checkpoint. In the distance... The sound of police sirens is getting closer and closer. I thought... We were finally safe. But in the next second... The door of Thieu Chan Hai's black sedan opened again. A man wearing a dark gray jacket walked down. The police officer delivered I just saw him... Suddenly stopped. That man took out his business card. Come close and whisper a few words. He slowly turned his head to look towards my car. Those eyes... Even colder than the pouring rain. My heart suddenly sank. The man wearing a dark gray jacket walked in front of the traffic police. His voice is not loud. But the policeman's expression clearly changed. The two people who were running towards me also stopped midway. One person picked up the radio, as if confirming something. Khuong San sat in the back seat, his whole body trembling.

"Nam Tu... what's going on?"

I don't answer. Because I also want to know what's going on. Manh Ky An's phone has not been disconnected yet. On the other end of the line, he urgently asked:

"Who have you seen?"

I looked intently at the other man.

"A person holding a business card."

Manh Ky An was silent for half a second.

"Do not give the recording to anyone at the scene."

My throat suddenly choked.

"Don't ask now."

He spoke very quickly.

"I'm almost there. Try to hold out for another ten minutes."

But right now... Don't say ten minutes. Even for a minute, we may not be able to hold out. The man in the gray coat walked up next to the car. He tapped lightly on the glass door. Very gentle movements. But each knock felt like it was hitting straight into the bones.

"Nguyen Nam Tu."

He raised his voice.

"Get off the bus."

I still held the door lock button tightly. Immobility.

"Who are you?"

He held his business card close to the glass door. Rain water blurred all the words. I could only see one of them. The man named Luong took back his card and calmly said:

"She is suspected of stealing company documents and intentionally causing injury."

"Now please cooperate with the investigation."

I laughed coldly.

"They crashed my car."

"Are you saying I intentionally caused injury?"