Chapter 389

At this moment, Liang Song knew he had to gain control of the tanker as quickly as possible to prevent a toxic leak. Glancing at the pressure relief valve nearby, he turned swiftly, grabbed a pair of hydraulic cutters, and strode forward to lock them firmly in place. Veins bulged on his hands from the effort and sweat poured down his forehead, but his movements remained resolute. As the cutters bit down, the valve was secured, temporarily stalling the potential leak. Meanwhile, on the rooftop opposite, He Chenguang kept his sniper scope trained on the activity around the tanker. When he saw an escort officer through his sight trying to stealthily draw a gun, his gaze sharpened instantly. His breathing became steady and slow, his finger hovered lightly over the trigger, and every muscle in his body braced for action. "Captain Liang, an escort is reaching for his weapon. I’m taking him out," He Chenguang said calmly, then pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a crisp "bang," the bullet whistled through the air like a bolt of lightning, striking the man precisely in the shoulder. The escort shrieked, his gun clattered to the ground, and he collapsed into the truck bed, overcome by pain.