Inside the dilapidated building, corpses were strewn all over the ground. The floor was a mess. Wood shavings from the broken furniture and shattered glass shards. The yellow walls were covered in blood, giving off a nauseating aura.
The only thing that could be considered intact was probably the sofa in the middle of the living room. Feng Gang sat on the sofa, his face drenched in sweat. Small droplets of sweat kept dripping down his forehead, blurring his vision.
Even so, he did not dare to move, not even wiping his sweat. There was a black pistol on his forehead, emitting the smell of death.
The corpses on the ground were all the work of this gun.
The Beretta 92F had a special mark on its body. Feng Gang clearly remembered that he had brought this gun to Xiao Zhuang yesterday, but now it was pointed at his head.
Xiao Zhuang's hand that was holding the gun trembled slightly. Trembling. This kind of situation was almost impossible for a professional assassin. If the hand holding the gun trembled, it meant that you were completely abandoned by this industry.
He did not want to say anything. His eyes were filled with disappointment, anger, disbelief, and heartache. The coffee table beside him was completely broken. The passcode box that was originally placed on it was now lying on the ground. There should have been stacks of cash there, but now, all that was scattered out were…pieces of white paper.
"Are you sure there are still bullets in the gun?”Feng Gang said.
"Have you forgotten that in our line of work, we will definitely leave behind the last bullet, or commit suicide, or kill someone?”Xiao Zhuang pushed the muzzle of the gun hard. Feng Gang tried his best to lean back, hoping that this posture would distance him from the muzzle a little, like a frightened ostrich.
"I didn't want to believe that you would betray me, but now I realize that I'm really stupid.”Xiao Zhuang suppressed his emotions that were about to explode.
Feng Gang's throat moved. At this time, he said,"If you hadn't exposed your identity, he wouldn't have killed you. I believe you, but he doesn't.”
"Enough!" Xiao Zhuang shouted," You believe me?”
He pointed at the corpses on the ground and said,"Then I'd rather you didn't believe me. How much did Wang Hai give you?”
"How did you know…" Feng Gang blurted out in fear.
Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Zhuang smashed the butt of his gun on his head. With anger in his heart, blood flowed out of the corner of Feng Gang's mouth.
"I don't think you should be called Feng Gang anymore. You should be called Wang Zhenghao!”Xiao Zhuang mocked.
Feng Gang finally understood everything. He slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes."I have nothing to say. Shoot, Xiao Zhuang.”
Xiao Zhuang's four fingers gripped the handle of the gun tightly, almost twitching, but his index finger that was holding the trigger could not exert any strength. The expression on his face was constantly changing. Sometimes it was ferocious, and sometimes it was painful.
After a long stalemate, he slowly put down his pistol. This small action seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He turned around and was about to leave with deep fatigue.
When the muzzle moved away from Feng Gang's forehead, he had already felt it. He closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but there was no sound of a gun being fired. When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Xiao Zhuang's lonely back as he turned around.
"Do you really have another bullet?"
Xiao Zhuang's face twisted as he turned to look at him. Trust was difficult to build, but it could be destroyed in an instant. Thinking about his former best friend who was now doubting whether he was lying to him, it was as if there were ten thousand ants in his heart that were constantly gnawing at him.
Facing Feng Gang's hopeful gaze, he gave the answer. His left hand pulled hard on the gun, and a yellow bullet bounced out of the trigger. It spun and fell to the floor, making a crisp sound of metal hitting metal.
Feng Gang's gaze followed the bullet slowly. His heart twitched violently, and his expression was one of shock.
Seeing Xiao Zhuang's determination, Feng Gang rushed up like a madman." Xiao Zhuang, thank you for sparing my life! Actually, I'm the same as you…I was forced into a corner.”
Xiao Zhuang paused." It's best if we don't meet again.”Then, he disappeared from Feng Gang's sight.
……
Western District Police Station, Major Crimes Division Chief Inspector's Office.
Zhuo Mingcheng was dressed in a formal uniform. He walked to the desk and stomped his foot. He saluted and said,"“Good-morning，sir!”
Huang Bingyang put down the document in his hand. Seeing Zhuo Mingcheng's clean and neat actions, he nodded in satisfaction and sighed.
"I didn't expect someone beside Li Ying to be polite. I have to say that it's a miracle.”
Zhuo Mingcheng's expression did not change, as if he had not heard anything. However, he was cursing in his heart. To slander a sheriff in front of him without hiding it, it seemed that his relationship with Li Ying was really stiff. At the same time, he sighed. Li Ying was still able to be a sheriff for so long under such circumstances. From the side, he did have some skills.
People in Hong Kong were used to addressing people by their English names or more intimate nicknames. Very few people would call them by their full names. This kind of behavior would be considered a form of disrespect to the person involved. Unfortunately, Huang Bingyang did not realize this at all. Perhaps he did realize it, but he did it on purpose.
"Li Ying is on sick leave for this period of time. You can work with Team 2's Sir Chen first.”
“Yes，sir！”
"Go do your work." Huang Bingyang stopped looking at Zhuo Mingcheng and continued to read the documents. He was thinking about who he should invite to dinner tonight and do some emergency PR…
After Zhuo Mingcheng left the office, Grandpa Zeng came up to him.
"How is it? What did Sir Huang say?"
Zhuo Mingcheng sighed." He told me to go to Team 2's Sir Chen.”
" You agreed??" Grandpa Zeng said anxiously. It was not easy for Li Ying to have a capable assistant by his side. Now that he was transferred away, how could he not be anxious? The reason why he hadn't retired in the past few years was because after he retired, Li Ying would be alone again.
A lone hero sounded good, but it was hard to do. This was not a movie, and not every time he had such good luck.
"Do I have the right to refuse?" Zhuo Mingcheng smiled bitterly.”
Grandpa Zeng was silent. After a long time, he patted his shoulder and comforted him,"Forget it, do your job well. You're still young.”
"Yes."
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