Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 243: The Huo Family’s Wishful Thinking Falls Through

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: The Huo Family’s Wishful Thinking Falls Through

Several more police officers rushed over, but the situation remained in a stalemate, with someone trying to persuade the criminals to surrender.

The one with the detonator sneered, "Stop the train, give our people back to us, and let the woman holding the child come with us, or I’ll kill her, and we’ll all die together!"

Clearly, the criminals didn’t want to resort to such a suicidal method unless absolutely necessary.

They understood the police’s mindset—they would never let so many civilians watch as a hostage is killed.

The reason they targeted Xu Qinghuan was because she meddled, and she’s pretty, which could fetch a large sum to compensate for their losses.

Jiang Xingye’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes fierce enough to rival the criminals, making them laugh, "Let her come, I’ll say it again, or I’ll kill her first!"

His hand tightened again, causing the female hostage to scream sharply, "Ah, no, I don’t want to die!"

Saying she didn’t want to die, she suddenly rammed the back of her head into the criminal’s chin, making him bite his tongue painfully. Driven by fury, he raised his knife to stab the woman.

"Stop!" Xu Qinghuan stepped forward holding the child.

The girl stared at her in terror, even in this life-and-death moment, a hint of confusion in her eyes, "Don’t come over, you mustn’t come over!"

The criminal, enraged, waved his knife again, and perhaps because of this, the girl felt he didn’t dare kill her and suddenly felt scorn for her previous sobbing self, wanting to regain some dignity.

"Don’t listen to their nonsense; who doesn’t want to live well? Even if they are traffickers, they won’t be sentenced to death, right? It’s better to live poorly than to die well; if he blows himself up, ha, he’ll leave a name in the underworld from now on!"

Seeing the criminal about to go berserk, the police captain behind Xu Qinghuan hurriedly scolded, "Shut up!"

The criminal holding the girl did not stab her.

But the girl seemed to become more talkative the more nervous she was, unwilling to let things rest easily, "Am I wrong? He doesn’t dare kill me; if he does, he’ll have no choice but to blow up himself."

The criminal remained somewhat calm, but the police captain wanted to explode; he had been persuading seriously just now, and now he shouted, "Stop talking!"

"I’m just speaking the truth!" The girl tightly clung to the criminal’s hand around her neck, visibly scared, trembling all over.

Perhaps because of this, the criminal did not bother her further, or he ignored her to avoid killing her in anger, turning to Xu Qinghuan, nodding, "Come over, this is my last time saying it!"

Xu Qinghuan hesitated, and the girl immediately said, "Don’t come over; don’t listen to them. Try to find someone to take them down!"

The criminal finally got annoyed, and with a swing of his arm, the girl fell limply against his shoulder.

"I’ll go alone, leave the child." Xu Qinghuan proposed.

"No way!" Jiang Xingye tightly gripped her shoulder, pulling her into his arms.

The two criminals adjusted their positions, and one lit a match, gesturing towards the detonator. Xu Qinghuan felt cold all over; what the girl said was different—these were mad criminals.

Many things in the world violated laws, but Xu Qinghuan believed traffickers were heartless beasts.

She dared not take the gamble.

Many people screamed, and some fainted, but more watched Xu Qinghuan with bated breath.

To these people, sacrificing Xu Qinghuan to save a trainload of people was undoubtedly a worthwhile trade.

Jiang Xingye saw this, provoking him to be more furious and more unwilling to accept.

"I said, bring the child and come over, now, right now!" The criminal was clearly impatient, directly lighting a detonator fuse, the sizzling sound echoing in the carriage.

Even the police officers backed away, everyone terrified.

Jiang Xingye directly picked up Xu Qinghuan, "Let’s get off the train."

The train was slowly decelerating but not completely stopped.

The windows were blocked, and everyone wanted to jump off as soon as possible. Fortunately, when half the fuse burned, the criminal pinched it off and then provocatively looked over.

Xu Qinghuan took a deep breath, "Xingye, let me go over; you know, I’m not afraid to die!"

"But I am!" Jiang Xingye knew her intention, knew she had backups, but unforeseen accidents and he couldn’t accept even a one-in-ten-thousand chance.

"Whether others live or die, does it matter to us?" Jiang Xingye couldn’t accept it, "Why should it be you?"

Seeing the shocked expressions on the people’s faces from Jiang Xingye’s words, Xu Qinghuan freed a hand to cover his lips, "I know you’re saying this out of worry for me; you’re never like this. If it had been you, you would’ve gone without hesitation. But now they’re asking me, Xingye, believe me, and believe in yourself!"

Jiang Xingye shook his head; he couldn’t release her; he couldn’t let her go to her death with his own eyes.

"No, I don’t believe, don’t even think about it!" Jiang Xingye glared at her, red-eyed, showing no sign of letting go, "I’ll go, let me go!"

Xu Qinghuan could use a smoke-release ball, but using it would reveal to the Jiang Family that she was the one who stole all their property and important documents.

No need to stir up such trouble.

So, she had to resort to another method.

She leaned in to Jiang Xingye’s ear, whispered something, causing his ears and cheeks to flush, and in his moment of daze, Xu Qinghuan quickly tapped his shoulder point, slipping from his control, and approached the criminals.

As she moved, she saw a hidden corner with a gun barrel aimed at the criminals, though it was hard to find a good position in the narrow carriage.

As soon as she approached, the criminal sneered, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his embrace.

"Ah!" The crowd screamed in unison, some covering their eyes, not daring to watch.

"Huanhuan!" Jiang Xingye rushed forward, eyes red, jaw clenched, the veins on his outstretched arm visible from hand to upper arm.

"Don’t come over if you dare..." The criminal squeezed Xu Qinghuan’s neck.

"Ah!" Jiang Xingye yelled in frustration, grabbing his hair like a trapped beast.

Xu Qinghuan felt deeply for him, but she couldn’t worry about him now. She raised her hand, scattering the anesthetic.

The criminal’s fingers hadn’t touched Xu Qinghuan’s skin before he sagged to the floor, hitting the deck with a thud.

The criminal behind turned swiftly but couldn’t react fast enough; inhaling through his nose and squinting his eyes, he slumped to the floor like he was boneless.

The train maintained its speed, but the carriage seemed frozen, like a still painting.