WWY Chapter 57
by VolareTuxi Ling was almost certain that the number one suspect in the Man Qin case was that accomplice of Maohu Li, the one who actually committed the murder in the Zijinghua Villa.
While running towards that residential building, he pulled out his phone to contact Shengbo Xia, who happened to be calling.
“Team Ling! Don’t go alone, it’s too dangerous!”
“Hurry to the technical team and have them lock down the surveillance in this area!”
“Bureau Chief Liu went himself, wait for us!”
“Have Li Wu go over there quickly and report his location to me at any time. I suspect he’s already run!”
As Ling Tuxi spoke, he arrived at the foot of the residential building. He ran here as fast as possible, and it took him a full three minutes even to climb over the wall.
Three minutes is enough for an experienced mercenary to run up and down two times.
But he still held onto the last glimmer of hope and ran to the top of the building to take a look.
There was nothing. The smell of gunpowder had long been blown away by the wind, and even the shell casings had been taken away. Only a little powder chipped off when the shell casings hit the ground, leaving a shallow gray spot on the cement floor.
There was no movement from the technical team. Shengbo Xia led people to search the vicinity for a long time like headless flies, unsurprisingly gaining nothing. Finally, Li Wu sent a message.
“The surveillance system was invaded by an unknown person. Fortunately, the technical team discovered it in time and had a long game with the other party. Based on the individual road surveillance that the other party tried to cover up, we deduced the suspect’s route of action, and now we are sending you the real-time location!”
“Awesome!” Shengbo Xia held the phone, his voice cracking with excitement, and beckoned everyone to get into their cars.
Li Wu’s voice kept coming from the radio.
“The suspect has been talking into the headset, he should be contacting accomplices.”
“Team Ling, he just stopped a taxi on XuanSi Street, from the Ping An Taxi Company, license plate number 31147, we’ve already had the traffic police set up a checkpoint to stop the car!”
“He has entered a surveillance blind spot. I think the time is wrong. There are no traffic lights there, and they are coming out too slowly. Quickly contact the 31147 driver!”
“What? Really got out of the car?”
Listening to the chaos over there, Ling Tuxi’s anger surged up. While signaling Shengbo Xia to drive quickly, he picked up the walkie-talkie: “Quickly check the surrounding surveillance, also, look back at the surveillance, see if any taxis or household electric vehicles came out after that road. Pay attention to the license plate numbers of taxis, and pay attention to the drivers’ appearance in private cars!”
“Yes, Team Ling, he drove an electric SUV! We are already looking for this car! License plate number 8S488, you also pay attention!”
Shengbo Xia slammed the steering wheel angrily: “Damn, stealing cars again!”
Ling Tuxi’s face was gloomy, and he didn’t say a word.
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In the prosperous city, tall buildings stand tall, and skyscrapers covered with glass curtain walls shine with a cold light in the sun. People are dressed in bright clothes, walking in a hurry. The streets are full of dazzling luxury stores, and the aroma of coffee wafting from the cafes makes A Qi, who is visiting this kind of place for the first time, can’t help but swallow.
“Dad, it smells so good!”
Da Sang stroked his soft hair, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and ordered the driver: “Stop the car.”
He took A Qi’s wrist and walked into the coffee shop, and said to the smiling waiter who greeted them: “Two takeouts, no sugar.”
A Qi timidly raised his eyes: “Dad, why no sugar?”
Sugar is so delicious!
Da Sang turned his head and looked directly into his eyes. This child is growing so fast, he’s as tall as himself in just three years.
He smiled and said: “I think adding sugar will destroy the original taste of the coffee. If you like, you can have sweet snacks.”
A Qi nodded obediently: “I remember, Dad!”
Carrying the paper cup out of the coffee shop, he couldn’t wait to take a sip, and his face immediately wrinkled into a ball.
So bitter!
It’s so strange, why does something so bitter smell so good?
Da Sang said earnestly: “Drink it slowly, you can taste the sweetness from bitter things, try it.”
A Qi didn’t understand. He felt that he might be stupid, because Dad was as powerful as a god, and his words must be the truth. Not understanding was his own problem.
Back in the car, he still surrendered and forced the coffee he had only taken two sips from to A Qi in the front seat.
A Qi was bothered by him and had no choice but to cautiously glanced at Da Sang. Seeing that he didn’t say anything, he took it.
He carefully held the warm cup, feeling the warmth radiating from his heart, inside and out. When the temperature gradually dissipated, he approached his mouth and sipped it little by little.
Coffee soaks the edge of the paper cup, gently and silky smooth, and when gently attached to it, it always reminds him of how he drank it just now.
Thinking of this, the corners of A Qi’s mouth couldn’t help but rise, and the tense mood because of the danger he was about to face relaxed.
The car passed through the buildings, turned into a small alley, and entered the slum.
This is a corner forgotten by prosperity. The houses are crookedly squeezed together, the streets are narrow and dirty, the nearby sewage river emits a pungent smell, and the streets are full of drug addicts, numb and distorted bodies moving with difficulty, their eyes dull and unfocused, like zombies in a movie.
Their car stopped in front of a small shop with a “SELL” sign, half of the sign had fallen off and was hanging crookedly, the glass on the window was covered with cracks, and nothing was displayed inside.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a store.
Da Sang walked in first, A Qi followed closely behind him, and behind him was A Qi, wearing a black vest, with bulging muscles and ready to strike.
Da Sang walked familiarly to the back door. A Qi felt a little cold on his back and glanced in the direction of the shelves, but inadvertently met a pair of sinister eyes.
That person had fierce eyes, with a golden beard, and his bald head was covered with tattoos, like a wild beast staring at him. The shelves behind him were full of various types of guns, and on the other side, there was a pile of gray translucent pills. A Qi’s pupils shrank. He recognized that it was a new type of drug. Dad’s men had shown it off before, and he beat them up.
Da Sang doesn’t touch drugs, and he will never allow his subordinates to touch them.
The back door was connected to a staircase leading to the basement. Several people had been waiting for a long time downstairs. One was sitting, four were standing, and the four standing were all carrying submachine guns.
It was the first time A Qi had been in this kind of environment. His palms were suddenly sweating, his head was buzzing, and he didn’t dare to breathe freely, for fear of disturbing someone.
Da Sang grabbed his arm, led him to sit on the sofa opposite, and pinched the inside of his arm hard.
“You’re late.” The person on the sofa spoke with a smile, but there was dissatisfaction in his tone.
He was a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, his long hair neatly combed, wearing a suit, with kind eyes, a polite upper-class person.
But Da Sang didn’t take his dissatisfaction seriously: “I bought a cup of coffee on the way.”
“Coffee?” The other party was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, “I really don’t offer that here, but beer is plentiful!”
Da Sang smiled and offered cigarettes to each other, tilted his head and looked at A Qi, and said to the other party: “This is my son, one of my favorites.”
The person raised his eyebrows and looked A Qi up and down in surprise: “Is this the little guy? I can’t really tell, draw one for me to see?”
A Qi was extremely nervous, and moved closer to Da Sang.
The ballpoint pen and paper were placed in front of him, Lan He picked up the pen and asked timidly: “Dad, what should I draw?”
The person opposite took out a pocket watch with a complex pattern from his pocket and pushed it in front of A Qi: “Draw this.”
A Qi picked up the pocket watch and looked at it for less than a minute before Da Sang took it away and returned it: “Okay, draw!”
The other party was surprised: “Just draw like this?”
Da Sang smiled, with a plan in mind.
The delicate pocket watch quickly appeared on the paper, and the other party was so surprised that he couldn’t close his mouth. Before he could finish painting, he grabbed the back of A Qi’s hand: “Okay, no need to draw.”
The roughness brought by this person’s hand made A Qi inexplicably afraid.
He tried hard to pull his hand away, but he couldn’t. The other party pressed his hand tightly on the table, staring at him with his eyes locked.
“Dad!” A Qi called out in panic.
It would have been better if he hadn’t called, but after calling, the other party pulled hard, dragging the person across the short coffee table to his side. A Qi’s arm was twisted and forcibly pressed beside him. He struggled and shouted: “Dad!”
As the surrounding gunshots rang out, the man next to him laughed and threatened softly in his ear: “Little lamb, be good!”
A Qi found that Dad was just watching all this coldly, but A Qi was obviously panicked. He stared at himself behind Dad, his fingers pressed on the back of the sofa sinking deeply into it.
He heard that person say: “Da Sang, give me this child, what’s your price?”
“Dong, dong dong—”
A Qi’s eyes widened in horror, like a rabbit chased by a mad dog, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
No, no, no! It was so difficult to have a home!
His chin was pinched, and he couldn’t speak, so he could only use his tearful eyes to beg Da Sang not to sell him. From childhood to adulthood, he had seen too many children being sold by others, and he knew how miserable their fate was.
Da Sang leaned back, hugging his knees with both hands, looking very relaxed: “Mr. Ai Lun, what we agreed on before was just cooperation, if he doesn’t want to, let’s forget it?”
Behind the gentle tone, his eyes were cold and pressing.
Ai Lun narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.
A Qi’s face became like a blank sheet of paper, but his eyes were terrifyingly red. Seeing that something was wrong, Ai Lun let go of him, but he didn’t have the strength to escape. He slumped weakly on the sofa, like a pitiful furry little animal.
His consciousness became more and more scattered. After an unknown amount of time, he felt someone pick him up. The chest that was close to him exuded a faint wormwood scent, which was the smell of A Qi, making him feel at ease.
“Dad, my chest hurts, it hurts so much…”
“It hurts so much…”