Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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In this way, their progress will be ruthlessly blocked, and their bidding plans will be in jeopardy.

Upon receiving Ye Han's reminder, Ye Deli felt a sudden tightness in his heart, as if he had been gripped by an invisible hand.

He pondered to himself that this matter was far more troublesome than he had imagined. This seemingly meticulous and detailed plan was actually as precarious as walking on thin ice; the slightest mistake could lead to complete failure.

At this moment, all sorts of terrible scenarios uncontrollably surfaced in his mind: on a busy road, a long line of vehicles stretched out ahead, blocking their car and leaving them unable to move; or while driving, the car suddenly broke down with an unusual sound and became stuck in the middle of the road; or even more terrifyingly, a vehicle of unknown origin deliberately crashed into them at high speed, causing a horrific car accident.

These images flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, sending chills down his spine.

So, with a furrowed brow and a worried expression, he said, "If we get stuck in traffic, trapped in that impenetrable line of cars, or if our car suddenly breaks down and stands like a piece of scrap metal in the middle of the road, or if someone deliberately crashes into us and causes an accident, that would be a huge problem, and the whole plan would be ruined! In my opinion, we should set off immediately!"

Ye Deli's tone was full of urgency. In this race against time, every minute was as precious as gold. Every second wasted increased the danger.

Upon hearing this, He Hongshen remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips as he replied in a soothing tone, "Old Ye, you're a renowned racing expert in this circle. No matter how difficult the road conditions, you can handle them all with ease. Take the last major traffic jam on the Central Ring Road, for example. The streets were completely jammed, and everyone was getting impatient, but you, with your superb driving skills, weaved left and right, passing through the gaps like a nimble bird, leaving everyone stunned. Even with today's traffic, I have complete confidence in your skills!"

He Hongshen tried to break the increasingly tense atmosphere in the car with such lighthearted and humorous words, allowing his tense nerves to relax for a moment.

However, Ye Deli was not amused by the joke at all. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and his expression remained serious as if facing a formidable enemy.

He looked straight ahead and said firmly, “Hong Shen, this is not something to joke about. We have a heavy responsibility this time, and every step is crucial. Every minute we set off earlier will provide more security. No one can predict what unexpected situations might arise on the way. If we delay even a little time and cause a major blunder, we will regret it.”

Ye Deli knew perfectly well that this mission was of great importance, involving a complex web of interests. The slightest mistake could trigger a series of unpredictable consequences. Therefore, he dared not slack off in the slightest and was focused on embarking on the journey as soon as possible to ensure the mission could proceed smoothly.

Seeing Ye Deli's resolute attitude, He Hongshen frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on Ye Deli's face for a moment as he quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

He was well aware of the importance of this trip, as every decision he made was crucial to the success or failure of the project.

After a moment's thought, he nodded slowly, his tone calm and firm: "Alright, since that's the case, let's get things ready quickly. This tender document is of great importance, so making an extra copy as a backup is worthwhile, even if it takes more time. Once the tender document is ready, we'll set off immediately, without a moment's delay."

It turns out that, due to a last-minute decision to prepare an extra tender document for unforeseen circumstances, the staff were working diligently on typesetting, proofreading, and binding, ensuring that no mistakes were allowed in any step, and therefore they needed to wait a little longer.

And so, everyone was trapped in the conference room of the international hotel, anxiously waiting like ants on a hot plate.

The air seemed to freeze, and every passing second felt like being cut by a dull knife, agonizingly slow.

Outside the window, no one had the heart to appreciate the bustling street scene of Hong Kong; a tense atmosphere hung over the place like a gloomy haze.

Finally, the clock hands laboriously moved to 2 p.m., with only one hour left before the deadline for submitting tenders.

This hour felt like a Damocles' sword hanging over my head.

Unable to contain their surging eagerness any longer, the grating sound of chairs being moved echoed throughout the room. Everyone stood up and hurried out of the international hotel in single file.

The driver was already waiting, the car engine roared, and in an instant it sped off towards the Governor's Mansion, the wheels kicking up dust as if to leave all the anxiety and unease behind.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze with tension, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Three black sedans, like cheetahs poised to pounce, were lined up in a strict row.

The lead car, with its deep, rumbling engine, seemed to be announcing its mission as a pioneer, its body lines sharp and cold, as if ready to break through unknown obstacles at any moment.

The crowd surrounded the important lawyer and quickly boarded the second car.

The lawyer looked grave, clutching a crucial document that would determine the outcome of the case; the document bag seemed to bear an immense weight.

To ensure absolute safety, the two vehicles, one in front and one behind, followed closely like loyal guards, their bodies almost touching end to end, striving to create an impenetrable protective barrier.

Unfortunately, despite using all available connections, they were unable to find a bulletproof car.

If there were a vehicle that was sturdy and bulletproof at this moment, everyone's hearts would surely be at ease, and they would be more confident in dealing with unknown dangers.

The car engine roared deafeningly, its powerful engine propelling the car forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The convoy, resembling a giant steel dragon, sped through the city streets, drawing the attention of passersby.

Before long, the convoy sped to a busy intersection.

Here, traffic flows like a river, and pedestrians throng the streets. The hurried footsteps and noisy voices intertwine, creating a bustling and vibrant urban scene.

However, behind this seemingly ordinary and bustling scene, there seemed to be pairs of eyes lurking in the shadows, watching intently. A barely perceptible tension, like an invisible thread, quietly spread through the air, making people feel uneasy, as if it were the oppressive and gloomy prelude to an impending storm...

However, just when everyone thought that the journey would be smooth sailing and that this broad road, which seemed to have been paved specifically for their trip, would continue to the end, an unexpected change occurred.

The street, which had been flashing green lights all the way, suddenly had a red light turn on like a ghost, as if an invisible but powerful hand was blocking their way.

The three cars speeding down the road were caught completely off guard, as if they had been subjected to a powerful immobilization spell.

The front of the car suddenly lurched downwards, and the wheels engaged in a fierce struggle with the ground, emitting a sharp, piercing sound that seemed to tear through the night sky. This sound echoed continuously in the eerily quiet street, startling the birds perched by the roadside and making the hearts of everyone in the car jump.

In the blink of an eye, on this afternoon that should have been bustling with traffic but was inexplicably oppressive, an unsettling stillness permeated the streets.

Everyone on the bus was completely focused, their eyes glued to the traffic light, staring intently without blinking, their hearts pounding in their chests, eagerly awaiting the green light so they could continue on their uncertain journey ahead.

At this critical moment, a dilapidated van, like a ghost suddenly emerging from the dust of time, its body covered in mottled rust, resembled a battle armor riddled with holes after being ravaged by war.

It suddenly darted out from the side of the street without warning, with a ferocious spirit that seemed to disregard life and death, galloping towards us like a wild horse.

The van's engine seemed to be injected with a frenzied power, its roar deafening, like a wild beast that had been trapped for a long time, finally breaking free of its cage and driven to the brink of rage, hysterically charging headlong in its predetermined direction.

Just as the van was getting close, a chilling scene unfolded without warning.

The noise on the street seemed to be instantly gripped by an invisible hand, and suddenly became quiet, leaving only the rough roar of the van's engine.

Before anyone could react, the van's dirty, muddy windows slowly rolled down, revealing several black gun barrels with a cold, metallic sheen, like venomous snakes poised to strike, their tongues flicking out abruptly from the windows.

A chilling glint flashed on each gun barrel, the icy muzzle resembling the gaping maws of a demon ready to devour its prey, exuding an intense aura of death.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the tense atmosphere spread rapidly like a tide, making people feel suffocated and almost unable to breathe. It was as if the whole world was shrouded in this sudden danger and fell into a deathly silence of despair.

As soon as He Yuzhu got into the car, his aura instantly became more subdued, like a hunter lying in wait.

With his innate and extraordinary abilities, he quickly developed a keen sense of his surroundings.

His eyes were like precisely tuned searchlights, his cold gaze sweeping from the front row of the car to the back, and through the car window, scanning the street outside inch by inch, not missing any dark corner or subtle movement.

His mind was as tense as a bowstring about to snap, every nerve ending like an alarm device poised to fire.

However, this special ability, though amazing, also has limitations that cannot be ignored.

The area he can detect is only a circular region with himself as the center and a radius of only about ten meters.

In the treacherous and perilous business world of Hong Kong, every step could lead to a trap. A detection range of only ten meters is far too limited, and it is inadequate to deal with the hidden attacks that may come from all directions at any time.

On this seemingly ordinary day of business negotiations, He Yuzhu's eyes were constantly scanning his surroundings with keen insight.

Chapter 590

As the unfamiliar van slowly came into view, an indescribable unease crept into my heart.

Based on his years of experience navigating the complexities of the business world, he sensed something amiss.

The van's trajectory was too deliberate, and its speed was also strange.

He Yuzhu's heart sank. He subconsciously tensed up and stared intently at the van's every move.

The moment the car door opened, the fleeting metallic glint made him instantly realize—someone inside the car was carrying a gun!

At this moment, the van was already approaching rapidly like an arrow released from a bow, like a ghost, and danger was imminent.

Even so, thanks to his extraordinary intuition honed over years of experience and his lightning-fast reaction speed, He Yuzhu was the first to raise his voice at this critical moment, shouting out a heart-stopping warning that could save everyone's lives: "The other side has a gun!"

His voice, booming like a bell, resounded throughout the area, carrying an undeniable urgency and anxiety. It echoed continuously in the open space, as if trying to embed this dangerous signal deep into everyone's hearts.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of cold water, a chill instantly spreading through their limbs and bones, as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The air seemed to freeze instantly, and fear engulfed them like a tidal wave. Everyone realized in an instant that danger was imminent, and their bodies reacted instinctively.

The people who were originally leaning back or sitting casually inside the car were now like frightened birds, their eyes filled with fear and panic.

They lowered their heads at lightning speed, their movements frantic yet perfectly synchronized, like well-trained soldiers hearing the bugle call for an emergency assembly, daring not to hesitate for a moment.

Everyone knew that what was coming was likely a deadly threat, and the only way to increase their chances of survival was to lower themselves as much as possible.

In the cramped space inside the car, everyone held their breath, and only their rapidly beating hearts revealed their extreme tension and anxiety.

Almost at the same instant, deafening gunshots suddenly rang out, the continuous "bang bang" sounds like dense drumbeats, instantly shattering the original tranquility of the street.

At that time, the streets were bustling with traffic, and pedestrians hurried along, immersed in their daily lives, completely unsuspecting.

The sudden gunshot, like a thunderclap, sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

Bullets whistled past, carrying tremendous force, like small cannonballs, mercilessly shattering the car windows.

Glass shards flew everywhere like snowflakes, reflecting a cold light under the sunlight, revealing the cruelty of this violence.

The car door was riddled with shocking bullet holes in the blink of an eye. The jagged edges of the bullet holes resembled ferocious mouths, telling the story of the horror that had just been experienced, as if accusing the world of this senseless atrocity.

Fortunately, the cautious group had foreseen this and, just in case, carefully selected three identical cars as cover.

The three cars looked exactly alike, their bodies gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight. They drove in single file down the street, and at first glance, it was impossible to tell which car was the main attraction.

The enemy lurked in the shadows, like lurking wolves. They only knew that their target was in the convoy, but they had no idea which vehicle was hiding their prey.

For a moment, the enemy was caught in a dilemma, and tension and panic spread through their hearts.

After a brief silence, the enemy finally could not hold back and launched an attack.

They focused their attack on the middle vehicle, attempting to suppress it with overwhelming firepower and force the target to reveal their true identity.

In an instant, bullets rained down on the car in the middle, the dense gunfire sparking sparks from the vehicle, and the ear-piercing metallic clang echoed continuously.

At the same time, the enemy did not relax their vigilance against the two vehicles in front and behind, and they fired crossfire in an attempt to block all possible escape routes.

In an instant, the streets were filled with smoke and the pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the air, making it difficult for people to breathe.

The sounds of vehicle sirens, gunshots, and screams mingled together, creating a symphony of chaos and fear.