Chapter 247: The Special Military Dagger

In the speeding police car, Xiao Yu’s mind kicked into overdrive, analyzing every angle.

Counterfeit printing plates?

Why would terrorists steal something like that? To make fake money?

Did they really think making counterfeit bills was that easy?

Counterfeiting cash involves intricate techniques, special inks, specific cotton-based paper, unique printing presses, watermarks, and laser security features. Making fake money? Not a chance.

Even if they had all the materials, a regular person couldn’t pull it off. It was not just about printing something on a machine. You’d need a deep understanding of the process, the right skills, and plenty of expertise.

Xiao Yu felt his thoughts getting tangled up. If these terrorists really wanted to make fake money…

Why not just rob a bank directly? Why go through all this trouble?

It didn’t add up.

Why would a terror operation involve counterfeit printing plates?

This made about as much sense as a man rolling around in bed with a husky. It was downright bizarre.

Terrorism?

No, it couldn’t be that simple.

Sure, there were terrorists involved, but their actions were odd. They’d staged a terror attack, robbed a bank to pull in the cops, targeted the Evidence Vault, and then took counterfeit plates. All these pieces were connected somehow.

“Could it be…” Xiao Yu’s tired eyes suddenly lit up. “Are two groups working together? Maybe someone’s using terrorists to do their dirty work?”

“Using terrorists?” Wang Dong, driving, looked totally baffled. “Little brother, you do know what kind of people terrorists are, right?”

Terrorists weren’t exactly the type to be controlled by just anyone.

“Money,” Xiao Yu replied, rubbing his temples to ease the strain. “In this world, it all comes down to profit. Terrorists are still human. They cause chaos for a reason, and it’s usually for some kind of gain. If someone offered them something they couldn’t refuse, don’t you think they’d follow orders?”

Wang Dong fell silent, realizing he couldn’t argue with that logic.

It was like telling someone to call you ‘Dad’—for a hundred bucks, they’d probably refuse and even punch you for asking. But what about a thousand? Or ten thousand? A hundred thousand? A million?

And if a million wasn’t enough, what about ten million?

Just kneel down and say ‘Dad,’ and ten million is yours. Who wouldn’t think about it?

Sometimes, people’s morals really did have a price. A lot of folks understood that.

And terrorists? They weren’t exactly known for having high moral standards.

The police car pulled up outside the Evidence Vault building. A group of officers was already there, along with two fire trucks.

The five-story building had smoke marks on the second floor, but the fire was already out.

“When the bank robbery went down, most of the Evidence Vault’s police were pulled to the scene. Only seven officers stayed here,” the officer reported, his face filled with grief. “Then, when the fire broke out, everyone evacuated, except for two guards who stayed at their posts. In the end…”

Listening to the officer’s words, Xiao Yu knelt beside the two bodies.

They were both in police uniforms, their skin darkened with smoke stains. But they hadn’t died from the fire or the smoke.

Xiao Yu focused on their necks.

Each of them had a hole through their necks, about as thick as a finger, piercing right through from side to side. Their windpipes and arteries were damaged. This kind of wound wasn’t instantly fatal, but it blocked their airways with blood, either suffocating them or causing them to drown in it.

They’d died the exact same way.

“Little brother…”

Xiao Yu felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up sharply.

“Uh…”

Wang Dong froze, feeling the intensity of Xiao Yu’s gaze. For a split second, it was like he’d been hit with a wave of pure killing intent.

Then Xiao Yu blinked, flashed a quick grin, and looked back down at the bodies.

Wang Dong was left standing there, stunned.

Was it just his imagination?

There was no trace of killing intent left around Xiao Yu. Somehow, that made Wang Dong feel even colder.

He remembered something from their last trip to the capital when a few colleagues had warned him after Xiao Yu left for the airport. Apparently, Zhou Lie, the captain of Team Nine, had tried to test Xiao Yu by showing a bit of killing intent. Later, Zhou Lie admitted that he’d barely made it out alive.

Damn… 

A shiver ran down Wang Dong’s spine. His hairs stood on end. Something was definitely off with Xiao Yu right now.

And, in truth, Xiao Yu wasn’t feeling great. He was trying hard to keep his emotions in check.

Like in his past life, he couldn’t stand it when colleagues died, whether from sacrifice or just plain bad luck. It always hit him hard.

It was strange, really. Those colleagues were basically strangers. But somehow, it always got to him.

“It’s not a standard three-sided blade. Looks like a special kind of bayonet,” Xiao Yu muttered coldly, carefully examining the wounds with gloved hands. “This has three edges, but not like a typical military knife.”

A typical three-sided military bayonet had a triangular shape. The classic Type 56 had a ridged body with three blood grooves—made for stabbing, not cutting.

Once it pierces the body, blood drains through the grooves, preventing suction from muscle contractions and making it easier to pull out. Those wounds were usually squared-off, small but effective.

But these wounds were different. They had a twisted, spiral shape, likely from a modified triangular bayonet with a corkscrew-like twist.

This bayonet was even nastier than a regular three-sided blade. The spiral pattern didn’t just stab—it tore through flesh, causing heavy bleeding and leaving a wound that couldn’t close, staying as an open hole.

“What kind of bayonet is this?” Wang Dong felt a chill run through him.

“It’s similar to those used by special forces abroad, a lethal design made for one purpose,” Xiao Yu explained. “You’d only find a blade like this on a battlefield we never see. This one’s likely a replica, but even so, not just anyone could make it. You get what I mean?”

“Got it,” Wang Dong replied, taking a deep breath.

If an average person couldn’t forge something like this, then it was the work of a very specific kind of person. Only a rare few had the skills to craft a blade like that.

“Let’s check the storage room.”

Xiao Yu took one last look at the officers’ bodies, then stood up and headed toward the building.