The Female General Dominates All After Transmigration-Chapter 360 - 359
The car sped forward and reached the location of the incident within just over twenty minutes: an abandoned suburban brick kiln, with an escort van—the type converted from regular vehicles at the time—leaning awkwardly outside.
The suspect colluded with a bank courier, hijacking the escort vehicle en route. Another courier was killed, the driver was taken hostage, and the vehicle had its tires shot out by pursuing police, forcing the robbers to retreat into the abandoned kiln, resisting fiercely.
Though abandoned, the kiln was surrounded by drying fields for bricks, with flat terrain and only some low shrubs and weeds, no tall buildings, not even tall trees.
Ling Chengyan jumped out of the car, her gaze rapidly sweeping the area and quickly identifying two sniper positions. With two hand gestures, Xiang Yuhong led Li Ming around to the back of the kiln.
The rear had collapsed, the only route for a strong assault. Thirty meters behind the kiln stood a crooked willow, the only vantage point nearby. Ling Chengyan assigned Xiang Yuhong and Li Ming to that tree for sniping.
She prepared for close combat herself—communicating with the police leader on site to draw the robbers’ attention in the front, facilitating the snipers’ operation from behind.
Once agreed upon, Ling Chengyan pulled on her mask and stealthily moved toward the rear.
A normal person might not notice her footsteps under such tense circumstances, but the police and special trainees present were experts in this field; once Ling Chengyan made a move, everyone sensed something unusual.
Watching a living person move swiftly but hearing no sound was eerie... Some were questioning internally whether they could detect such an approach from behind.
The answer was clearly no.
After the action concluded, when the forensic team was clearing the scene and writing up the case, they found it surprising: that special training team sniper had circled the kiln, yet left only shallow footprints in the soft dirt!
It was unscientific!
When they reported this discovery to their superiors, they were instructed to keep it secret and buried.
But that’s the aftermath, let’s turn back to the scene.
Ling Chengyan circled to the back of the kiln, finding the collapsed section less than two meters high—a manageable climb but unsuitable for snipers to target criminals closely.
She crouched slightly, waiting for officers in front to distract the robbers.
A police leader shouted through a megaphone, "Stay calm; releasing hostages now might allow you a chance for leniency. Don’t be reckless..."
The robber, tense and agitated, defiantly fired a shot into the sky—
BANG! The sound echoed.
The officer’s voice through the megaphone stopped.
One robber roared, "Stop babbling nonsense and get me a car, filled up, or I start killing in half an hour!"
Outside, whispers of negotiation ensued as Ling Chengyan pressed against the collapsed rear wall, listening for a moment to confirm both criminals were at the kiln entrance, then carefully climbed like a lizard.
She climbed slowly, inching toward the collapsed gap, where two dirt blocks about to fall obstructed sight yet left a narrow slit...
Through the slit, Ling Chengyan saw a hostage dumped on the ground behind the kiln, blood pooled beneath, clearly injured, but alive or dead?
Two robbers were inside, one holding a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy—the boy was another hostage taken while escaping.
Ling Chengyan narrowed her eyes, raised her hand, and aimed her standard-issue pistol at the criminals inside—
BANG! BANG! Two shots rang before Ling Chengyan flipped into the kiln, kicking away the felled robber, grasped the boy, and swiftly exited the kiln, restoring her weapon.
Police officers rushed up eagerly, doctors in white coats awaited.
Ling Chengyan handed the boy over, circled the kiln, and called Xiang Yuhong and Li Ming back.
Seeing Ling Chengyan’s dusty appearance, Xiang Yuhong and Li Ming were stunned.
Ling Chengyan gestured nonchalantly, "Just in case, did some simple disguise."
They withdrew, leaving follow-up tasks to local police.
The incident wasn’t a big concern, but those viewing the scene couldn’t help but praise: truly worthy of the special training team, clean work—two robbers killed instantly, minimizing risk to hostages.
However, two days later, Ling Chengyan learned from He Jinghua: the injured driver couldn’t be saved, dying from blood loss.
Thus, the robbers caused two deaths, justly deserving execution.
He Jinghua also brought news: the local police wished to present a banner in gratitude.
Ling Chengyan refused without hesitation: "It’s our duty, unnecessary."
He Jinghua smiled, "You truly don’t care? Receiving the banner could earn you commendation."
Ling Chengyan shook her head, "No need."
Her military return was simply out of love for the profession.
Besides, she felt helping wasn’t worth fussing over.
National Day arrived quickly. Although not a ten-year anniversary, no large celebrations, the Beijing Special Training Team, including Eastern Province team members, stood alert around-the-clock to prevent major incidents.
On National Day morning, Ling Chengyan led a squad patrolling Long Street, able to see citizens heading to the square from a street away, ready to watch the flag-raising ceremony.
Stationed at their posts, unable to participate, they were nevertheless moved by citizens’ joy, their eyes and lips unconsciously smiling.
A week after National Day, the Eastern Province team ended its assistance and prepared to return.
Ling Chengyan requested several hours, got up early, traveled to the square, and watched a flag-raising ceremony with the young fellows.
As the flaming red flag rose, they saluted collectively with military precision, conveying inner pride and excitement: I will defend to death!
Before Ling Chengyan left, she was once more called for a private talk, this time with an old acquaintance: Dean Zhang of the academy who once awarded her graduation certificate.
