Kill Me In The Last Minute (GL) - Chapter 2

Since the battle at Canglang Island, the War Police system gained recognition from multiple nations. Countries began to emulate it, establishing War Police units under the General Police Association to tackle “impossible missions.” Among these, the War Police system was most advanced in the city of Huayu in the country of Diwa.

Huayu City, situated in the southwest of Diwa, is nestled between Annan Mountain to the north and the serene waters of Xueyang River to the south. Beautifully designed bridges span across the river, linking both banks. With Annan Mountain serving as a natural barrier, the city’s concrete jungle exudes a cold, imposing aura. Television stations occasionally showcase aerial footage of the area, capturing countless suit-clad professionals bustling between the hive-like office buildings.

Extending out from these towering structures are busy commercial streets. Entertainment and leisure businesses thrive on both sides of these streets, creating a cacophony of music and chatter. The streets are packed with locals and tourists alike, and even the Xueyang River seems to ripple in tune with the lively atmosphere. However, on the opposite bank of the river, tranquility reigns as if in deep slumber.

At night, this bustling city, often dubbed the “New City That Never Sleeps,” becomes unexpectedly quiet. Office buildings go dark, most stores on the commercial streets close, and the once-bright signs fade into the night. Only a handful of people wander the streets.

On the other side of the Xueyang River, beyond the Menxu Bridge, the scene changes dramatically—

Bright lights illuminate the sky, and the streets bustle with activity. Bars and karaoke clubs operate all night, with people constantly coming and going. Occasionally, you might see a drunken soul vomiting by the roadside or a tearful girl shouting into her phone while clutching a beer. Casinos, nightclubs, and luxury hotels are all open, welcoming anyone eager to indulge.

In this world of indulgence and decadence, a determined figure moves swiftly. A woman in a dark purple bodycon dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves, revealing her delicate collarbones, walks confidently in black stilettos. She attracts glances and whistles as she passes, but she ignores them all, heading straight out of this chaotic, hedonistic zone that she finds repulsive.

After walking for a while, she reaches a quieter residential area. The dim streetlights outside the buildings soften her sharp features, making her appear like a flamboyant peacock. She glances up at one of the buildings and steps inside decisively.

“Did you get it?” a hurried voice asks from the darkness within.

“I did.” Another voice responds, and the sound of frantic rummaging finally ceases.

“Let’s go.” Three shadowy figures in the dark house quietly make their way to the door.

Suddenly, the sound of quick footsteps echoes from the nearby emergency exit. The three figures panic and quickly hide behind the door to the emergency staircase.

“Await further instructions,” a calm male voice murmurs in the stairwell.

“Understood,” a voice responds, indicating others downstairs.

The man and two others cautiously enter the dark apartment, scanning the surroundings before proceeding inside, leaving the door slightly ajar.

“Take the elevator,” one of the hidden figures whispers. The trio hurriedly moves toward the elevator.

As the elevator reaches their floor, a woman steps out, forcing the trio to retreat back into the emergency stairwell.

The woman walks to one apartment and rings the doorbell.

An elderly lady opens the door, looking confused at the stranger before her. “Who are you?” she asks.

The woman smiles politely, though nervousness lingers in her eyes. “I just moved in…” she begins, glancing into the apartment. “May I ask, is there a man in your household?”

The elderly lady grips the door handle warily, ready to close it. “Why would you ask such a thing?”

“I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I need help,” the woman replies apologetically. “I live alone and just came home to find my door wide open. I’m certain I locked it before leaving. The apartment is pitch dark, and I was hoping a man could help me check inside.”

The elderly lady hesitates, then turns and calls out, “Ah Ming!”

A man emerges from the apartment, momentarily stunned by the beautiful woman at the door. While he had seen many attractive women, there was something uniquely captivating about this one.

“Ah Ming, this is our new neighbor,” the elderly lady explains. “She needs help checking her apartment. Lately, the city hasn’t been safe, and even people from across the bridge are too scared to go out.”

“Don’t mention it,” Ah Ming says with a grin, slipping on his shoes and stepping out. “It’s only natural for neighbors to help each other.”

As they walk toward her apartment, Ah Ming’s gaze constantly shifts toward the woman’s figure. Unseen by him, a look of disgust flickers across her face.

Reaching another hallway, they stop before a half-open door adorned with a poster of the girl group Forest, dressed in sharp business suits. A clumsily drawn heart in marker decorates the bottom. Ah Ming, taken aback, notices that this woman doesn’t match the poster’s aesthetic at all.

“I’m…a little scared,” the woman murmurs, retreating slightly. Ah Ming turns on his flashlight and steps inside, scanning the apartment. The woman cautiously follows.

“How does it look?” she asks softly.

“Nothing to worry about,” Ah Ming replies, turning off the flashlight. He’s already plotting ways to spend more time with her.

Suddenly, a hand slams his head onto the coffee table. He struggles but finds himself restrained, fear flashing in his eyes.

The woman’s calm voice comes from above him. “Now, it’s truly safe.”

“Who…who are you?” Ah Ming stammers, unable to break free.

“My name is Luo Qiying. Your new neighbor. But only for tonight.” Her expression turns cold as she twists his wrist, making him cry out in pain.

Ah Ming sees a fruit knife on the table and lunges for it with his free hand. Luo Qiying releases him, reaching for the gun concealed under her dress.

Ah Ming curses and swings the knife at her, but before it connects, a swift figure intercepts him. A strong hand grips his wrist, followed by a sharp pain in his back, sending him face-first to the floor.

The room lights turn on, revealing every corner. A woman in a black tank top and rolled-up jeans pins Ah Ming down, her muscular yet graceful frame illuminated. With a swift motion, she disarms him, tossing the knife onto the table.

Two men emerge from the bedroom. One of them, short and stocky, chuckles, “Qiying, you’re looking stunning tonight.”

“Enough small talk,” Luo Qiying snaps. “Get to work.” She strides over and cuffs Ah Ming.

“You have no right to arrest me!” Ah Ming protests.

The taller of the two men, holding an official badge with the name “Chen Yuanzheng” and a War Police insignia, replies coldly, “We’re from District 2’s Undercover Patrol. Earlier this month, a mass brawl on the Xueyang River docks left several dead. Our investigation identified most of the culprits, except one—Kang Ming. If you claim innocence, we can review the footage together.”

Ah Ming falls silent, unable to argue.

“Take him away,” Luo Qiying orders, handing him off.

“Wait!” Ah Ming cries out, but it’s clear his fate is sealed.