Zhong Yong followed the remaining people to Chang'an. They were very brave and pulled the drugs out of a hotel at Chang'an Railway Station. After counting the quantity, the little leader gave them money, and of course withheld some.
After all, he is the leader. Even the foreman has to eat part of the workers' money, not to mention drug dealers like them.
As for the brother Zhong Yong talked about, Zhong Yong never saw him again. It was only a long time later that he learned that drug traffickers who died on the way without being discovered would have their stomachs cut open and the drugs taken away when they arrived at their destination.
Take it out, and then find a secret place to hide the body or incinerate it. It is usually the latter, because if the body is discovered, the police will immediately know that there is poison in the body, and the direction of the investigation will be very clear.
"That was the first time, and then I went there a second time and a third time." Zhongyong was trembling all over, "I'm just a child. I can't make money in other ways. My father's debt is repaid by my son, so I can only keep doing it.
, but when I heard that my parents owed a loan shark of 120,000 yuan with interest, I knew that I would never be able to pay it back in my life, unless I died one day and everything would be over."
During the two years when he was transporting drugs, Zhong Yong saw four people who died from the poison hidden in their bodies. He saw countless drug addicts and people who died because of drug abuse. He knew that this was harmful. In his heart
You have a plan, and since you can't escape, why not just report it to the police during a certain drug transport? Anyway, you will die sooner or later, so it is better to do a good thing and harm less people.
Zhongyong planned, but his plan was useless because drug dealers had no fixed routes and times, they were all random. He didn’t know when he would meet the police, and he wouldn’t trust the police on the train because
The police officers didn't even know that the person carrying the poison in his body was dead, so why should they believe them?
Once again, he arrived in Chang'an, the place that Zhong Yong was most familiar with. At the exit of the station, Zhong Yong saw the patrolling police. He ran over and shouted, "Catch the drug dealers, help." Two police officers rushed over immediately.
Coming over, when Zhong Yong turned around and pointed in the direction of the drug dealers, he found that those people were already scattered among the crowded crowd.
Two police officers also saw people running around, so one stopped next to Zhong Yong, and the other went ahead to look for him. In any case, this child would not say the word "drug dealer" for no reason, but there he was.
When the police turned around, a man walked by Zhong Yong, stabbed Zhong Yong in the back with a knife, then drew the knife and left very calmly. When the police turned around, Zhong Yong had fallen to the ground, and the police called for help.
car and dispersed the crowd. At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "The police killed someone!"
The crowd came over, and there were three or four people talking and talking about seeing the police kill the child with their own eyes. Everyone was excited, blaming the police, and some wanted to send the child to the hospital immediately. The train station was immediately overwhelmed by the flow of people.
The poor and innocent policeman, Zhong Yong, was immediately taken away, and then he vaguely remembered being put into a van.
I don’t know how long it took, Zhong Yong woke up, his whole body was cold, and he found himself lying on an iron bed, naked and unable to move, his hands and feet were numb, there was a mirror above his head, and there was a man standing not far away.
A man wearing a jacket with a plastic sheet over it.
The man arranged his things and then walked over, holding a scalpel. He raised his hand half-raised and looked at Zhong Yong with cold eyes: "Call the police? You are very brave, but you are not smart enough. Originally,
I planned to give you some sedatives and then anesthetics, but the more I think about it now, the more I feel that it is not punishment. But I am a soft-hearted person, so I only gave you anesthetics and no sedatives. You can also see with your own eyes that your belly is being cut.
Cut it open, come and look at the mirror above, I spent a long time hanging the whole mirror on it."
Zhongyong stared at the mirror, unable to speak or move. He could only listen to the man whistling and watch him slowly cut his stomach with a knife, and the blood slowly gushed from the place where the knife was made.
It came out and changed from less to more.
Zhong Yong was in pain. At the same time, he saw the man holding the knife blinking at him and whispering like he was coaxing a child: "Be good, Zhong Yong's surgery doesn't hurt."
Soon, Zhongyong's stomach opened up, and blood flowed from both sides. Zhongyong looked at his abdomen in the mirror, feeling that his whole body was getting colder and colder, as if he was surrounded by ice, and he looked away.
, trying to look at the light, because he felt that the light would be very warm.
When Zhong Yong turned his eyes over again, he could no longer hear any sound, but he saw a man wearing a mask approaching from the side. The man raised his hand and broke the neck of the man who operated on Zhong Yong.
Then several other people wearing masks gathered around, shouting something to each other...
Zhongyong finally passed out.
"Five days later, I woke up, and I was still in that place, just in bed." Zhongyong took a deep breath, "When I woke up, I was sitting next to Na Ye and other graves.
He was the only one who, along with five others, killed all seven drug dealers in that area. He was fast and accurate, much more powerful than the police."
Tang Shuxing felt cold all over after hearing this, as if he was the one lying on that iron bed. He never thought that Zhong Yong would have such a tragic experience.
"I was saved by them. I originally thought I was dead. The drugs were taken out and my life was saved. This was probably God's will, right? I was destined to become a member of Bafang, make Bafang a god, and kill
All drug dealers, leave no one behind!" Zhong Yong gritted his teeth and said, "I asked him why they were so quick and accurate and more powerful than the police? His first reaction was to tell me, don't misunderstand the police, the police are good people.
, but they themselves are also bound by the law. They try their best to capture drug dealers alive, and then bring them back to be punished by the law. However, Bafang is a group whose ability is beyond the law, so they only need to kill every drug dealer they meet.
That’s it…”
Only then did Zhong Yong find out that he had been being used by Yaojin's people. After all, this is not a hundred years ago. The method of exorcising corpses and transporting poison would cause a sensation, so many of the little bosses under Yaojin still used the method of transporting poison inside the body.
Poisonous way.
Having said this, Zhong Yong returned to sit in front of the computer, lit a cigarette and said in a low voice: "That night, I still couldn't move because the wound was not healed, but I wanted to kowtow to say thank you, but the man said no, I
It was just my luck that I was bumped into by them. They didn't have many people. Because of the lack of manpower, Yao Jin's people became more and more aggressive. I said, I want to join you and I want to kill the drug dealers.
, what do you think the man answered?"
Tang Shuxing slowly shook his head.
Zhongyong leaned on the back of his chair, holding a cigarette in his mouth, recalling the scene at that time - he was on the bed, and Jin Cheng was sitting next to him, with his back to him. He just looked at him with a sideways smile and said: "You are here to repay your kindness.
Or for justice?"
"I want to repay my kindness and for justice." Zhong Yong immediately replied, because the force was too great, the wound was so painful that he almost screamed out.
"Which comes first, repaying kindness or justice?" Na Jincheng asked again.
"Justice." Zhongyong lied.
"What if I tell you that we are not for justice and do not need anyone to repay our kindness?" Na Jincheng chuckled.
"Then..." Zhongyong couldn't answer. He felt that he had been rejected.
"For justice is just a slogan. In fact, everyone has their own story, and they come together for different reasons in the story, but everyone is harmed by drugs or drug-related incidents. What should I say?"
Na Jincheng sat there with a smile on his face, "We are not saviors, but we want to maintain world peace. Is this a big enough reason?"
"Ah?" Zhongyong didn't understand what Jin Cheng was talking about at all.
"Have a good rest. We can stay here for a few more days. We will leave until you can get up and leave." Jin Cheng stood up and stretched, "Have a rest. From tomorrow on, you have to follow us.
Maintain world peace."
Zhongyong smiled, knowing that Jincheng had promised him.
After Zhong Yong finished recalling, he stood up and rummaged for tea leaves, poured the boiling water on, brewed the tea and sent it to Tang Shu
I hope that from tomorrow on, we will continue to be brothers and you will become one of us."
"Please tell me two things." Tang Shuxing raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Yong, "The first thing is, thank him for saving you and giving me such a good and stupid brother. The second thing,
I appreciate his kindness, and I still want to become a money-maker."
After Tang Shuxing finished speaking, he turned around and opened the door and left. Zhongyong tightly held the tea cup he handed back and stood there blankly, staring at Tang Shuxing as he walked under the street lamp outside, lit a cigarette, and turned towards himself
He smiled, then tightened the strap of his backpack and disappeared into the distant night.
That night, Tang Shuxing went to the pier alone, sat on a big rock on the pier, unzipped the insurance underwear that had been popular in the 1990s but was now ridiculous, and took out a plastic-sealed
Here comes the black and white photo. It is a group photo of three soldiers and their three children.
The three soldiers were all wearing the oldest uniforms of the armed police force. The three children below were wearing their father's military caps and saluting the camera, but their faces were almost blocked by the big military caps.
Tang Shuxing turned over the photo and looked at the words on the back: Tang Dingfeng, Ji Minxing, Tian Huimin.
Below are the names of the three soldiers' sons: Tang Shuxing, Ji Kefeng, and Tian Yehan.
Written at the bottom is the date, event and location: October 1, 1989, National Day, Recruit Company, Yinjia Garden, X City, X Province.
Tang Shuxing remembered that year, when the father of their three children joined the company as an instructor for training company-level cadres, and prepared for the recruitment of troops a few months later. It was also a dark night that year,
The three children ran to the airport not far from Yin's garden and sworn brothers as they did in the martial arts TV series. Without any yellow paper, they burned their homework books and knelt and worshiped in the field until they were all dirty.
It was so embarrassing that when I got home, I was beaten up because my homework book was burned.
But none of them told them what they had done, which they considered to be sacred and which made their fathers laugh out loud.
"Yehan, damn Yehan, where did you go after your dad changed his job? I haven't heard from you for so many years. I miss you so much, and Master Ji must have missed you too!" Tang Shuxing stared at the photo, "You
You know? I really want to go back, I really want to go back to that time, I really want to go back to the army where I grew up..."
That night, no one knew that Tang Shuxing touched the photo he regarded as a treasure and cried like a child, just because he knew that time could not be turned back, and he could never go back to that time, following his father out in the morning.
Fuck, I squeezed into the queue of soldiers to sing, and then walked into the canteen to eat decently.
Chicken Master, Ye Han, we can never go back, right?