Who is this young man who claims to be his senior? How can he have such a good relationship with the police?
But speaking of it, he did realize that he had seen this young man somewhere?
It looks very familiar...
Did that police uncle just call senior Chen Mo?
Why does it sound so familiar? I seem to have heard it many times in school...
While Li Xiaojun was thinking, Chen Mo had already explained the matter clearly to several people beside him in a few words.
"Hey, it's your fault this time. Fortunately, Xiao Chen, you caught them in time. Otherwise, I don't know how many people and families they would have harmed if they took this thing out of the market."
Several people smiled and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder.
But Chen Mo didn't answer, and glanced at Zhao Cheng, who hadn't spoken since just now, but looked at him with a slight frown.
"Chen Mo, come with me."
Several people around him silently shut up. They had long discovered the silence and the somewhat inappropriate atmosphere between the two.
The two walked aside and Zhao Cheng handed over a cigarette.
Chen Mo did not refuse and took it silently.
"Are you okay kid?"
"You just lost control, right? I saw the injuries on those people, and after passing them, I can see that you were cruel. You stepped on the edge of the line and struck a deadly blow."
Zhao Cheng took out a lighter and lit it for himself, then put his head over to light it for Chen Mo. In the smoke, Old Chen's sharp eyes looked at Chen Mo inquiringly through the white mist.
Chen Mo didn't say anything, and just sat down carelessly in the corner of the alley made of bluestone, with one foot crossed and the other stretched out casually.
He raised his hand and rubbed his black curly hair, while silently holding the cigarette butt in his mouth and taking a drag.
There was no retort, so I could see the Buddha-nature's eyes with the stubbornness unique to young people.
Looking at the young man's expression, Zhao Cheng was not surprised.
He raised his hand and patted Chen Mo's shoulder gently twice, trying to give the young man some comfort.
He knew that the young man felt uncomfortable at this time.
"I am not talking to you as a police officer, but as your uncle, your father's former colleague and best friend.
I know you can't let it go, and I don't mean to blame you. They deserve it. The punishment they committed is relatively light, and it is far from enough to atone for their sins. It's just that there will be laws to punish them, so don't dirty your hands.
Xiao Mo, we uncles in the police station have watched you grow up, and you have always been a sensible child.
You are very smart. Smart people all make mistakes like this, that is, they have too good a memory and are too serious. Sometimes you have to learn to let yourself go."
As the smoke was exhaled, Chen Mo narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, unable to see the emotions in his eyes, and said in a muffled voice.
"If it weren't for these scum, my family wouldn't be ruined, and my dad's legs wouldn't be ruined..."
"My child, I know you feel uncomfortable and can't let go. To be honest, my child feels uncomfortable in my heart, and I feel uncomfortable too.
Your father has been my squad leader since I joined the army and has always guided me. He has always been the person I respect and respect the most in my heart.
I know that when your father assisted the anti-narcotics police in their mission, and his legs were broken in retaliation, you were still upset.
Believe me, your uncle, the pain in my heart is no less than yours.
When I rescued your dad from that drug den with my own hands, I really wanted to kill all those people, cut them into pieces, cut them into pieces, and languish them to death...
But everything must be done according to the rules, step by step, and again, don’t get your hands dirty.”
"My child, I know that you have always been calm, so calm that I often feel that you don't look like a child. You have always made us feel shocked and proud. Don't ruin yourself by making a mistake."
"Your father also doesn't want you to be a person with blood on his hands. He doesn't want you to get hurt... huh?"
The two of them finished smoking the cigarettes in their hands while chatting. Zhao Cheng patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, looked down at his eyes, and said seriously.
"I know, uncle."
Chen Mo crushed the cigarette butt out and responded softly. His slightly drooped eyelashes covered the faint expression in his eyes.
He was a little out of control today, but Uncle Zhao may not believe it, but he did have control. Although those people looked a little more serious, if they went to the hospital for an injury test... nothing could be found.
He never leaves any stain on himself. He cherishes his feathers very much, even if it cannot become an upright and upright person like his father.
He also didn't want to embarrass Lao Chen, the kind of idiot who sent himself to prison with his own hands.
But there is no need to tell Uncle Zhao these things...
He cherishes the care and tenderness given to him by the elders around him.
…
At this moment, another wave of police officers who received the report and came to support also arrived. Everyone quickly cleared the scene. Soon someone came to Zhao Cheng to handle the matter.
"Captain, are you here? Let me ask you over at Team 2, how to deal with those unconscious drug dealers? Take them to the hospital first, or...?"
"Uncle, wake them up and let them go by themselves. If you move them, something might happen."
Chen Mo shouted to Zhao Cheng, who was about to be dragged away, and reminded him in a low voice.
"What do you say? What did you find?"
When Zhao Cheng heard this, he noticed something keenly.
"If my guess is correct, except for the bald head, there may be cargo hidden in the other abdominal cavity and stomach. If you move it, there may be more noise, and something may happen." Chen Mo said softly in a dark tone.
"Fuck! What a crazy thing, a group of people really don't regard themselves as human beings."
The police officer who came to look for Zhao Cheng couldn't help but cursed secretly after hearing this.
"Fuck, these people are so fucking stupid. They want money at the expense of their lives!"
"Who says it isn't?"
Zhao Cheng also nodded seriously. He knew Chen Mo's abilities and had no doubts about his words.
He lowered his head and asked the police officer next to him to come over and say something.
Before leaving, he patted Chen Mo heavily on the shoulder and shouted:
"Good boy, I really have yours, your eyes are so damned! Good guy, it seems you have made a great contribution this time. We will reward you well when we return to the police station!"
He did this every time. He didn't know how many times he heard this sentence, and his ears became calluses.
Chen Mo laughed and shook his head.
"Uncle Zhao, please don't give me banners. The walls of my house are almost full and there is no room for them."
"Hey, you kid! You're looking for a fight! This is something that no one else can ask for, and you still despise it."
"Why don't you, please, reconsider my previous proposal and accept me as your godfather? Your land is not enough, but my land is enough! Hang the banner at my house!"
From now on, I will tell people that this is what I awarded to my son. It also saves that guy Lao Chen from having to show off his son in front of me every time."