Accidental Hero: The Rookie Who Outshines the Force - Chapter 16

“Out of the way!”

Lu Cheng reacted a split second faster, shoving Lin Wenbin aside.

The scene unfolded like something out of a movie—both men diving in opposite directions.

Lu Cheng rolled on the ground, sprang to his feet, while Lin Wenbin hit hard and scraped his chin raw.

The engine roared!

The Cadillac shot forward, barreling toward the crowd ahead.

Screams erupted. People scattered in blind panic.

There was no time to wait for backup—every second counted!

Lu Cheng took off after the car like a bullet loosed from its bow.

Back at the academy, his best 100-meter sprint was 10.94 seconds—nearly professional standard. And just moments ago, the system had granted him a fresh boost to his attributes.

Now he was moving faster than ever before.

Lin Wenbin, still on the ground, could only watch in horror, having no idea what Lu Cheng planned to do.

Before the Cadillac could pick up full speed, Lu Cheng caught up in a blur.

“Stop! You’ve committed a crime—do you understand?!” he bellowed, hammering his fist against the driver’s window.

He yanked the door handle—locked.

Without hesitation, he sprinted to the passenger side. That window was already cracked.

Lu Cheng didn’t think twice. He drove his elbow down.

Crash!

Shards burst outward.

Planting both hands on the roof, he shoved himself headfirst through the broken passenger window.

The sight left Lin Wenbin and the surrounding crowd dumbfounded.

That move—it was straight out of a Hong Kong action flick!

Jagged glass sliced across Lu Cheng’s lower back, opening two or three shallow cuts. Blood welled, but he ignored it.

Because by now, the car was gaining speed.

The driver—a middle-aged man, eyes bloodshot, face flushed crimson—reeked of alcohol. He was drunk out of his mind, a manic gleam twisting his expression into that of a madman.

Lu Cheng slapped him hard across the face, once, twice, trying to snap him out of it. No effect.

The Cadillac smashed through a road divider, windshield cracking into a spiderweb. Through the fractured glass, Lu Cheng saw their trajectory—straight toward a milk tea shop.

Inside, customers huddled shoulder-to-shoulder with panicked pedestrians who’d ducked in to hide.

No one had expected a car to come straight at them.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. Just screaming.

Lu Cheng struck the drunk twice more, hard enough to leave him seeing stars, then wrenched the steering wheel.

The vehicle swerved violently.

Tables, umbrellas, and chairs exploded into the air as they plowed through the sidewalk.

Without a second thought, Lu Cheng drew his baton and hammered the man’s leg until pain finally broke his grip on the gas.

Seizing the chance, Lu Cheng yanked up the electronic handbrake.

Tires screeched. The car shuddered and came to a dead halt in the middle of the road.

Crisis averted.

The once-chaotic street fell into stunned silence.

Not far ahead, a little girl’s teddy bear dropped onto the pavement. Wide, tear-filled eyes stared in terror as her mother swept her up, clutching her tight. The child wailed into her mother’s chest.

The crowd broke into an uproar.

“Holy crap, that was too close!”

“This bastard should be executed! Drunk driving into a crowd? Unforgivable!”

“Thank heavens for that young officer—he was fearless!”

“Give him a medal! That was true heroism!”

“Did you see that? He dove straight through the passenger window! Just like a movie scene!”

“Today’s young cops are hardcore!”

“Damn shame no one filmed it—I was too busy running!”

Lu Cheng killed the ignition, dragged the drunk out, and pinned him to the asphalt. With a click of handcuffs, it was over.

Only then did he exhale, wiping sweat from his forehead.

That… had been way too damn close.

Lin Wenbin came running, eyes wide as he took in the stopped car and the subdued driver.

Just seconds. That was all it had taken—from the chase to the car window dive to bringing it all under control. He’d watched the whole thing with his heart lodged in his throat.

“Holy hell, Lu Cheng, how did you even—? That was insane!”

In his two years on the job, Lin had never seen a drunk-driving case this dangerous. It was no different from attempted mass murder.

Veteran officers had told him stories of such situations, usually ended only by multiple police SUVs boxing the suspect in.

But just now? Backup hadn’t even arrived. Disaster was seconds away.

And Lu Cheng had taken it on himself to end it.

He did it.

Zero casualties. Minimal damage.

Lin couldn’t stop staring. Lu Cheng was a monster.

Moments later, five SUVs from the traffic police screeched onto the scene. Chen Weimin, Zhao Han, and officers from Sanliqiao Station arrived right behind them.

They piled out, only to freeze at the sight of order restored.

What the hell?

The scene was already under control?

Who did this? How?

Scattered barriers, a cuffed drunk on the ground, Lu Cheng looming over him, Xiao Lin pale and shell-shocked, the crowd whispering, the traffic jammed—no one could imagine what had just happened.

“Xiao Lin, cat got your tongue?”

Chen Weimin snapped first, pushing past to look at Lu Cheng. “Lu Cheng, report! What happened here?”

Zhao Han’s sharp eyes immediately spotted the blood on Lu Cheng’s back, seeping through the torn uniform.

“Disciple, you’re injured?!”

Chen noticed too, his face tightening. “Lu Cheng, how bad is it?”

Lu Cheng stood, shaking his head. “Nothing serious. Just scratches from the glass.”

Scratches? More like a mess of bleeding cuts!

“What the hell exactly happened here?”

At that moment, Captain Ding Gaofeng of the traffic police strode up. “Chief Chen, what’s going on? Who stopped the vehicle?”

Every gaze turned toward Lu Cheng and Lin Wenbin.

After all, they were the only ones on scene.

Could it be… the two rookies stopped the car?

Impossible. Unless… what, they used their bodies?

Absurd!

The questions hung heavy until Lin Wenbin finally blurted out:

“Chief—it was Lu Cheng. He did it. He stopped both the car and the driver.”

All eyes snapped to Lu Cheng.

“What? Him? Alone?” Chen Weimin’s jaw dropped.

Zhao Han’s temple vein twitched. This kid again?!

Lin hurriedly recounted what he’d seen. He couldn’t explain exactly what happened inside the car, but it was enough.

By the time he finished, jaws hung open.

One man chasing a car? Smashing the passenger window? Diving inside?

What did he think this was—an action movie?

Crow-dive through a car window?!

Chen Weimin’s face darkened. “Lu Cheng, are you trying to get yourself killed? Your job was to maintain order, not risk your life playing hero!”

His tone was harsh, not because Lu Cheng was wrong to act, but because he hadn’t put his own safety first.

Second day on the job, and already flirting with death. If anything had gone wrong—even a broken bone—how could they have faced his family?

“Chief, the situation was critical. I had no choice.”

“You—!” Chen Weimin was too rattled to find the words.

Zhao Han broke in, eyes on the wound. “Chief, I’m taking him to get treated. If it gets infected, he’ll need a tetanus shot.”

“Go, now!” Chen barked, waving them off.

Zhao hustled Lu Cheng into the car and sped toward the nearest clinic.

Back at the scene, the officers left behind exchanged looks, shock etched across every face.

Again.

That rookie Lu Cheng, stealing the spotlight again.

He’d stopped a runaway drunk driver’s car—with his own two hands.

Unbelievable.

Even movies wouldn’t dare stage it like that.

Trainees Yuan Jie and Chen Zelong swallowed hard, staring at Lu Cheng’s retreating figure.

Same rookies. Same badge.

But how the hell were they supposed to compete with that?

It wasn’t just a gap. It was a critical hit. Ten thousand damage straight to the ego.