Volume Two: Second Scroll
Calamity1
Tonight, this calamity is inevitable.
Three days later.
Early in the morning, as soon as the Station Chief2 walked into the office, he saw that the workstation was empty and frowned slightly.
“Where is Song Yuhang?”
A colleague, chewing on a vegetable bun, looked up from his computer: “Hah, she clocked in, said something came up at home, and took a half-day leave.”
“This is outrageous. Late every day, leaves early, and asks for leave from time to time. Does she really think this place is a tourist attraction?”
A burst of snickering filled the room. It was hard to say anything about someone of Song Yuhang’s status. After all, she was once a leader at the City Bureau. Maybe she just came down to experience life and would go back sooner or later.
The Station Chief’s face turned shades of green and white. After a long moment, he still turned and went out to make a phone call.
When Song Yuhang received Feng Jianguo’s call, she was moving goods in a warehouse. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel, wiped her hands on her pants before answering, slightly out of breath.
“Hello, what is it?”
His hoarse roar immediately came from the receiver.
“Where the hell did you go? The complaint calls are even coming to me! Get your ass back to work!”
Song Yuhang moved the phone a little further away.
Her back was slapped heavily.
“What are you doing, what are you doing?! Not working properly, slacking off! Be careful you don’t get paid today!”
Song Yuhang quickly pressed the hang-up button, holding her phone while bowing and scraping.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll get to it, I’ll get to it.”
Feng Jianguo listened to the busy tone from the receiver, dumbfounded: After a few months at the grassroots level, she’s grown some guts, daring to hang up on the Bureau Chief.
With a smack, he also slammed the receiver back onto the landline. A knock came from the door.
“Bureau Chief Feng, everything is ready.”
Feng Jianguo rubbed the space between his eyebrows. For some reason, this little interlude that had suddenly occurred this morning made him feel uneasy, but the arrow was on the bowstring and had to be released.3
“Good, proceed according to plan.”
The warehouse she was currently working in was located in the same logistics park where the drugs were discovered last time.
Not long after, just as Feng Jianguo had expected, everything was normal. The vehicles coming in and out were ordinary logistics trucks, and they were transporting only ordinary goods. What Song Yuhang had seen that night seemed like just a magnificent and bizarre dream.
Even the workers had changed into new work clothes.
In these three days, she had paid a hefty sum through a labor company to successfully get in here as an ordinary loading and unloading worker. The daily wage was fifty yuan, with two meals included. The working hours were from nine in the morning to ten at night, with a one-hour break at noon.
There were both men and women in the workshop. Most of them had dark and rough faces, their hands covered in calluses, often with scratches from the cargo.
Song Yuhang darkened her face and blended into such a crowd, so she didn’t seem too out of place.
She quickly hit it off with the migrant workers. There was a foreman who had been here for three years and was considered an old-timer, but if you asked him what kind of goods were transported here before, he couldn’t say for sure. If asked too many times, he would get a bit annoyed.
“Why ask so much? Isn’t it good enough to be able to earn money!”
Not to mention the somewhat mysterious workshop at the very back, which was still locked, and no one had gone in again.
Song Yuhang squatted on a shipping container, wearing a hard hat, holding a half-eaten pickled vegetable mantou4. She watched the entire logistics park operate in an orderly manner, with vehicles occasionally coming in from the gate to unload cargo.
These trucks came roughly every two hours. The last shift was when she got off work at ten at night.
Song Yuhang looked at the shadow cast by the sun at her feet, roughly estimating the time. Her gaze shifted, and she caught sight of the back gate of the logistics park opening. A few small cars slid in.
The guard quickly closed the gate.
She was standing high up and quickly ducked down.
A few people got out of the cars and looked around. The foreman she was familiar with went up to greet them, leading the people towards the workshop.
Song Yuhang tumbled down from the container in one swift motion, adjusted her hard hat, and couldn’t be bothered to finish her mantou. She watched the group of people pass in front of her.
A man in a desert camouflage vest said: “Are the goods all ready?”
The foreman bowed and scraped as he replied: “All ready, all ready. They’re being loaded now. They’ll definitely be out of the warehouse tonight.”
That group of people swaggered into the workshop, and the barrier door came down, blocking all lines of sight.
Song Yuhang stuffed the mantou into her mouth. It seemed there would definitely be a big move tonight.
“Hong-jie.” Liu Zhi came in and handed her a piece of paper.
Lin Yan spread it open to look, and a smile appeared on her lips. With a click, she lit a lighter and burned it.
“Since you know she’s a spy, why not kill her?”
Liu Zhi used the flame to light a cigarette for her and passed it to her lips. Her bright red lips held it lightly, revealing her pearly white teeth.
Lin Yan blew a smoke ring: “No rush. Your Wang-ge just died, and she follows right after. What would that make others think?”
“Then…” Liu Zhi hesitated.
Lin Yan took only a few puffs before stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray, a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes.
“Find a few good hands. Come with me tonight.”
“Yes.” Liu Zhi nodded and hurried out to prepare.
“Young Master, tonight Ding Ye is coming over to meet the buyer. Would you like to go as well?”
Lin Ge was engrossed in the perfect physique before him. He used a scalpel to pry open her facial bones, tore off the human skin with a ripping sound, and two eyeballs fell to the ground.
As if admiring a work of art, he held up the skull to look at it.
“Not going. A bunch of old things with half a body almost in the grave talking about business full of the stench of money. What’s there to see?”
The attendant received his answer. As he turned to leave, he was called back again.
“By the way, the people who went to kill Song Yuhang last time, have they returned?”
The attendant shook his head: “No. Most likely met with misfortune.”
Lin Ge frowned, and with some annoyance, he threw the “work of art” in his hands into a solution, which made a “tzz tzz tzz” sound. A pungent smell filled the laboratory.
“Fuck.”
The attendant hesitated for a moment, but still said.
“She is very capable, and very alert.”
Lin Ge sneered, rinsing the blood from his hands.
“If she weren’t capable and alert, how could she be a criminal investigation captain?”
“Then what is our next step?”
“Wait.”
Wait for an opportunity to kill her completely.
The attendant looked up, stunned.
He had already regained his composure.
“You may leave.”
His emotions always seemed so unpredictable, sometimes calm, sometimes crazed.
The attendant looked at the bloody mess on the floor, his face paling slightly: “Yes.”
“Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Stay a little longer.” The woman sat up from the bed, her clothes in disarray.
The man was pulling up his pants: “I have things to do tonight. I’ll come see you again in a while.”
“What’s so urgent?” The woman reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, her nails scraping his chest.
The man lifted her face and was intimate with her for a while. Between the entanglement of lips and teeth, his words were indistinct.
“Important business. A big shot is coming. Be good.”
Not long after, following a rustling sound, the man finished dressing and went out the door. He tucked a gun into the back of his waistband. The alley was empty. He walked out quickly, got into a black car, and disappeared down the road.
Almost at the same time, Liu Zhi pushed the door open and entered.
“Hong-jie, they’ve set out.”
A small pistol lay in front of Lin Yan. She wiped it with a flannel cloth and blew off the dust.
“We’re leaving too. To meet Ding Ye.”
In the afternoon, the foreman picked some people to unload cargo. Song Yuhang also brazenly went over, pulled the man into a corner, and handed him a pack of good cigarettes.
“Big brother, my younger brother is still in school at home, and my parents were injured at work years ago and can’t work. Give me a chance to earn money, and you’ll be my second parent.”
The foreman looked at the cigarettes—Soft Chunghwa5, not bad, she knows the ropes.
Then he looked at her, a woman messing around here all day, covered in dirt and dust, and a bit of sympathy grew in his heart.
“Alright, you can come too. Work hard, and you won’t be shorted on your wages.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, big brother.”
Song Yuhang bowed and scraped, bowing as she saw the man off. The moment he was gone, her face returned to its cold and grim expression.
She successfully entered the workshop, wearing a hard hat and a mask, and worked with the other hand-picked people.
She discovered that these people were all ones who had worked here for a relatively long time, and a few of them had some martial arts skills.
If she moved a bit slower, she would attract a fierce glare from the other party, followed by a harsh whip lashing her body.
“What are you looking at? Work!”
The foreman hurried over and handed the man who hit her a cigarette: “Big brother, calm down, calm down. The new one doesn’t know the rules.”
“A new one can be arranged to work inside?” That person looked at her sideways, a fierce air about his face.
While they were talking, the workshop door opened again. The man in camouflage who had appeared in the morning walked in with two or three subordinates.
The man who had hit her slid down from the container, stood up straight, and bowed: “Hello, Tiger-ge.”
Song Yuhang, along with the others, kept her head down and mumbled: “Hello, Tiger-ge.”
Her gaze from under the hard hat carefully sized up his face. Song Yuhang’s heart jumped in shock.
She had seen his name in the newspaper: Tiger!
A once-famous drug trafficker in Southeast Asia, a retired special forces soldier, an international kickboxing champion.
Such a character was actually just a lackey. How deep were the waters behind this?
Tiger smoked a cigar, walked over, and casually used a knife to stab open a cardboard box, revealing a corner of bottled drinks inside.
He was very satisfied.
“Not bad. Keep working. Load everything onto the trucks before seven o’clock and leave with me.”
Several cargo trucks were already parked at the entrance of the logistics park, ready to go.
Everyone responded with an affirmation and buried their heads in their work.
Song Yuhang followed the foreman: “Who is that? He looks so imposing.”
The foreman turned his head and made a “shh” sound: “You don’t want to live? Hurry up and work.”
“You got it.” Song Yuhang picked up a cardboard box, walked out as if it were light, and loaded it onto the truck. She came back again, and when no one was paying attention, she used a small knife to cut open a corner. It really was drinks. Could this group of people really have started a legitimate business?
She didn’t believe it and still decided to follow them at night to see.
They finished work early today. All the work was done before seven o’clock. The foreman paid them their day’s wages.
Song Yuhang stared blankly at the small bills6 in her hand.
“Alright, that’s it for today. You can get off work early.”
“No dinner?” someone protested.
The foreman cursed angrily: “Fuck your mother! You get off work early and still get a full day’s pay, your ancestors must have accumulated good karma. You still want to eat? Get lost!”
A group of people walked out, cursing and grumbling. Song Yuhang was still standing in the same spot. Someone bumped into her.
“Aren’t you leaving?”
“Oh, no hurry. I’m going to the toilet. Help me hold this.” She said, her voice a bit loud, as if she urgently needed to go and couldn’t be bothered with much else. She stuffed the money into the other person’s hand and slipped out of the group when no one was looking.
“Hey, is she a fool?” That person held the money, beaming with joy. Seeing no one was watching, he put the money in his own pocket, walked quickly out of the park, and paid her no more mind.
Song Yuhang successfully slipped to the vicinity of the place where they usually went to the toilet. Seeing she was wearing work clothes and a hard hat, the people passing by didn’t pay her any mind.
This place was not far from the back gate. Hearing voices nearby, Song Yuhang pressed against the corner of the wall and crept over.
Night had already fallen, which was the best camouflage.
The rolling shutter door of the one-story building was half-closed. A few tables were set up at the entrance. The several burly men she had seen in the afternoon were sitting together, drinking and smoking. On the table were peanuts, beer, and a few bottles of the drinks seen in the workshop.
Tiger was not there.
Song Yuhang frowned. She then saw those men pick up the bottles, open them excitedly, turn in a circle, and drink with their companions, their faces flushed with an abnormal red.
She understood. What was inside was definitely not an ordinary drink.
She turned her back, took out her phone from her pocket, typed a text message, and sent it.
“Time’s up, time to go.”
After that group of people had had their fun, they flipped the table, took out weapons from the one-story building. She saw a burly man with a green dragon on his left and a white tiger on his right7 even shoulder an AK.
Song Yuhang gritted her teeth: Damn it, they even have heavy firepower.
“You guys go first, I’m going to take a piss.”
“You’re always the last one to come back, you brat. A lazy ox and a lazy horse have a lot of shit and piss8. Go and come back quickly!”
Someone cursed angrily.
A man in a jacket broke away from the group and ran towards the toilet in the woods outside.
Song Yuhang held a brick in her hand and quietly followed him.
Not long after, the man returned, still wearing that jacket, but with a duck-tongue cap.
It was the same person who had just spoken to him. He threw away his cigarette.
“Damn it, you’re finally back. Get in the car and drive. Don’t let Tiger-ge and Ding Ye wait too long.”
“Yes.” His deliberately lowered voice sounded rather strange. The man wanted to take a closer look, but he had already climbed into the driver’s seat and obediently started the truck.
The man cursed and grumbled as he walked to the small car in front and waved his hand: “Let’s go!”
“Master, everything is ready.” Lin Youyuan sat on the bed holding a bowl and drinking medicine, yet he managed to drink it with the calm and composed air of someone savoring fine tea.
Even though the medicine was so bitter it was nauseating, he swallowed every last drop before handing the bowl to the butler.
“If it’s ready, let’s set out.”
The butler seemed a little worried: “Perhaps it’s better if I go. Having the subordinates do it is somewhat…”
A smile appeared on Lin Youyuan’s lips. He seemed to be in better spirits today.
“What I want is for the subordinates to do it. Just wait. It’s not yet time for you and me to show our faces.”
The butler’s heart tightened. He bowed slightly, preparing to leave.
“Yes.”
Lin Youyuan called out to him again.
“Any movement from Lin Ge?”
“No movement. He hasn’t left the house in several days.” Speaking of Lin Ge, there was always one thing the butler didn’t understand.
“Since Master already knows, why not…”
Could it be that he could indulge him to this extent just based on their past relationship?
Lin Youyuan was not such a soft-hearted person.
The old man’s beard trembled, and a sigh escaped his lips: “I’m old. Let the young people handle the affairs of the young.”
A certain farm in the city outskirts.
A wooden fence surrounded a rarely visited patch of a mountain.
The car headlights flashed three times. Someone ran out with a flashlight to open the wooden gate, and the trucks drove in one by one.
Not long after the delivery trucks went in, a few small cars slowly drove over and were stopped at the gate.
The person who came took off his sunglasses, revealing an unremarkable face. He showed no fear looking at the surrounding fierce-looking, armed thugs, and he carried a black leather suitcase.
“Yo, is this how you treat your honored guests?”
“Boss Long9?” The head guard looked him up and down. The few people Boss Long brought with him were also eyeing the other party menacingly.
The guard gave a signal, and a group of people swarmed forward, snatched the suitcase from his hand, and pushed him against the car to search him.
The other lackeys followed suit. One of the people Boss Long brought was defiant and tried to reach for a gun from behind him, but was sent to the Western Heaven10 with a single bullet.
After the check, the guard threw the suitcase back to him, a smile appearing on his lips.
“Go on in. Ding Ye will be here soon.”
His dead underling was lying at his feet. Frightened by this display, Boss Long had long lost his earlier imposing manner. His face was pale, and he clutched the suitcase obsequiously.
“Yes… yes, yes, yes.”
After speaking, he was pushed inside by several guards, and the fence was closed again.
Song Yuhang drove the truck to the designated spot. Before she could turn off the engine, someone urged her: “Get out, get out. Go over there and wait. Don’t wander around.”
She jumped out of the truck and obediently followed a few armed lackeys inside, observing the environment as she walked.
This seemed to be a pig farm. The air was filled with the smell of swill. The wooden fence, which looked simple on the surface, was actually wrapped with iron wire. Every three to five steps, there were sandbags with several burly, armed men sitting on them.
Not far away was a watchtower. Song Yuhang had excellent eyesight and saw at a glance that there were people patrolling on it, occupying the high ground. The sniper rifles in their hands could completely cover the entire farm, and not the slightest rustle of leaves could escape the sniper’s eyes.
This was clearly a small military fortress.
Song Yuhang was secretly alarmed. She was pushed into a wooden house. Along with her were the few people who had just driven the other trucks. Everyone looked at each other.
The person who brought them closed the door, took the gun off his back, and loaded a bullet.
Song Yuhang thought to herself, not good. She struck first, jumping up with an uppercut that sent the man staggering back two steps.
His companion saw that the situation was bad, hastily took the gun off his back, and pulled the bolt. Before he could get ready to shoot, Song Yuhang grabbed the man’s collar and threw him over. The two of them fell together.
The thug standing behind her pointed the black muzzle at her and pulled the trigger.
A series of loud gunshots, “bang bang—pa”, rang out. The sniper on the high platform aimed his scope over, but seeing it was that small house, he curled his lip contemptuously.
“Fuck, just killing a few pigs, is it worth such a big commotion?”
Song Yuhang pushed the corpse off her, got up, and picked up the gun. The few people who came with her were still in shock, their faces pale, crying and howling.
“Don’t… don’t kill me! I don’t know anything, I’m just a driver!”
The turn of events happened too quickly. When that person opened fire, Song Yuhang was already alert. She dodged behind the two people who had fallen on the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.
Taking advantage of the opponent’s stunned moment, she pulled a knife from the deceased’s body and threw it fiercely. It hit him right between the eyebrows.
Whether it was her quick reaction or her combat ability, it was all done in one go, without any sloppiness.
Song Yuhang helped the few innocent people up.
“Go quickly, they want to silence us!”
“But, but there are so many people outside, how do we get out…”
Song Yuhang glanced at the few corpses on the ground: “Change clothes. Go from the southeast direction. There are fewer guards there.”
After speaking, she took the lead in stripping the jacket off the man she had just shot.
The other few people looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and crawled over to get busy.
Not long after, the wooden door opened.
In the sniper’s scope, the three people walked out as usual. It was dark, and he couldn’t see if there were bloodstains on their clothes.
Song Yuhang lowered her voice and said: “Keep going straight, don’t look back.”
Looking back would get them shot on the spot.
Only when the group had walked out of the sniper’s field of vision and arrived behind the house, squatting under the eaves, did that scalp-numbing sense of pressure disappear.
Song Yuhang breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the dark night sky.
“See the gap over there? Don’t stand up. Crawl forward. Once you squeeze through, you’ll be safe. Go quickly.”
The two people were extremely grateful: “Thank you, thank you.”
After saying that, they bid her farewell and crawled over as commanded.
As one of them was about to squeeze through the wire fence, he looked back. Song Yuhang had already disappeared into the night.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He patted his companion’s shoulder. The other person came to his senses: “Quickly…”
Before the word “go” was finished, warm blood spurted from his neck. The man withdrew his dagger, wiped the blood clean on the man’s clothes, kicked him into the bushes, and pressed the mini-microphone on his collar.
“Report, a cop has infiltrated.”
If Song Yuhang were a ruthless thug who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, then her mission tonight would be destined for success. Unfortunately, she was a People’s Police officer. She could never bring herself to raise a butcher’s knife against unarmed civilians, which also destined that tonight, she would inevitably face this calamity.
For some unknown reason, Lin Yan, who was waiting on the periphery, suddenly felt her heart jump. A needle-like pain almost made it hard for her to breathe. She had to bend over slightly and hold onto the car door.
“Hong-jie…” Liu Zhi wanted to support her, but hesitated to speak.
Lin Yan waved her hand, took a few deep breaths, and finally suppressed the feeling of palpitation.
“I’m fine.”
Seeing car lights illuminate the mountain road, she raised her hand.
“They’re here. Tell the brothers to get ready.”
LP: Re-translated on August 23, 2025
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