At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Xie Jiahua was driving on the night road.
He had just dealt with a suicide case. The deceased was a fanatical investor who borrowed a huge amount of usury for stock speculation. As a result, he lost a lot of money in the recent stock market turmoil. The creditors kept urging him to the door. Conscience found that he pushed his wife and son back, and fell down by himself. The twenty-five-story high-rise building fell into a pool of blood and mud.
Hong Kong is a global financial center and an offshore legal area with no restrictions on the inflow and outflow of foreign exchange capital. Every day, tens or tens of billions of funds flow in various financial markets. The economic boom since the 1960s and 1970s has also enabled the citizens of Hong Kong to invest more capital into the market. The enthusiasm of retail investors to inject capital has risen, and everyone is eager to get rich overnight. At the same time, irregular management, the impact of foreign capital, the secret manipulation of financial predators, and the blind obedience of citizens have also caused turbulence and conflicts in the local financial market to continue. Since Xie Jiahua started his career, he has participated in financial institutions running turmoil in maintaining order, and personally handled or listened to the suicide cases of financial traders brought up by colleagues.
Even though he had seen the death scene many times, he still couldn't forget the bloodstained corpses and the gazes of the family members of the deceased. The wife of the deceased who escaped from the dead just now had been holding her son tightly during the police investigation and evidence collection. Her face was stiff and stupefied without any sadness. To make a living and to live homeless, it is a blessing or a disaster for the mother and son to survive.
Xie Jiahua asked his subordinates to contact the social worker rescue organization for the mother and son. After finishing the work on the site, he drove home with a tired and lingering bloody smell. The case was waiting for him at the table.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the floor of his house from the elevator, his professional acumen made him aware that something was wrong: there were sporadic traces of suspected blood on the ground, winding intermittently from the stairwell to the door of his house.
Holding the gun on his waist, he walked cautiously to the door, carefully observed the closed door lock, and found that there were slight scratches on it - it was pried open by someone with a tool. He grabbed the gun in his hand, took out the key, turned the door lock as quietly as possible, listened to the movement inside, and kicked the door open with the gun!
The living room was illuminated by the lights of the door corridor, and there was no one on the other side of the muzzle. Xie Jiahua cautiously stepped into the room with a gun in hand, and found that the bloodstains meandered all the way to his sofa, leaving a squatted human figure there, and then meandered all the way into his bedroom.
A man who was seriously injured and bleeding profusely, bypassed the downstairs security guard in the middle of the night, walked up the stairs, picked the lock and entered his house, sat on the sofa with familiarity, and then lay down on his bed...
Xie Jiahua had already vaguely guessed who was coming, grabbed the gun and quickly approached the bedroom, and turned on the light on the wall. Neither took off. A large amount of liquid, whether it is blood or water, was stained on the sheets and quilts, accompanied by the pungent bloody smell and the salty smell of seawater, the scene was like a murder scene!
Xie Jiahua missed a few beats of his heartbeat for a while! Quickly rushed forward to grope him, Lu Guangming was icy cold, his face was covered in blood, his hair was wet, his lips were blue and white on the verge of death, and his body was covered in blood—it was impossible to count how many injuries he had suffered!
"Lu Guangming! Lu Guangming!" Xie Jiahua didn't respond even when he called him a few times. He felt breath on his nose and mouth, and quickly bent down and hugged him. Unexpectedly, just as soon as he moved, Lu Guangming frowned and muttered, his body fell from his arms and fell back to the bed, rolled over the quilt, and shrank to the corner of the bed.
"Huh..." and made a slight snoring sound.
Xie Jiahua's blood was chilling, "Lu Guangming!"
"Well..." Lu Guangming mumbled again in a daze.
Xie Jiahua rode onto the bed, peeled off his blood-drenched clothes, and took out more than a dozen blood bags from him one after another, some of which were torn, some not yet. Lu Guangming also wore a body armor with several blank bullets inlaid on it. Xie Jiahua quickly peeled him clean from head to toe, and even tore off his underwear, and checked it carefully—except for the bruises where the bullet was hit, and a few scratches from hard objects Small traces, no other shit!
Xie Jiahua slumped down on the bed with his eyes wide open. A heart fell back into his throat, he sat for a while, and slapped Lu Guangming's face with a slap!
Lu Guangming was woken up by him, covered his cheeks, opened his eyes and looked at him, muttered "what are you doing", and closed his eyes before going back to sleep. Xie Jiahua pushed him hard, "Get up! Get out!"
"I'm very tired... don't make noise... "
"Look what you've made of my bed! Go to the toilet and shower!"
Lu Guangming blocked his ears and pretended to be dead, but was dragged out of bed by Xie Jiahua's arm, and shoved into the bathtub. Xie Jiahua was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he went back to the bedroom to lift the sheets and saw that even the mattress below was soaked with fake blood!
He turned the mattress over, put new sheets on it, threw a new quilt on the bed, cleaned the house, and hurried out to deal with the bloodstains in the stairwell—so as not to frighten the neighbors and security guards early in the morning. After doing all this, he was sweating profusely and went to the toilet with a dark face to look at Lu Guangming.
The water in the bathtub overflowed on the ground, and Lu Guangming sat in it and slept soundly with his head tilted.
Xie Jiahua patted his face to wake him up, but when he touched his cold face before, it was a little hot now. He took a few handfuls of water to wipe off the blood and gray makeup on Lu Guangming's face, and found that Lu Guangming's face was blushing and he had started to have a fever.
"..." I really wanted to crush him to death in the bathtub.
Xie Jiahua quickly rubbed Lu Guangming clean, took him out of the bathtub, dried his hair, stuffed it into the quilt, took his temperature again, and gave him antipyretics. After tossing for a long time, he finally washed himself and lay down on the bed, and glanced tiredly at the alarm clock on the bedside—it was six o'clock in the morning.
This is the time he usually wakes up for morning exercises.
Go to the fucking morning exercise! Xie Jiahua reached out and set the alarm clock to two hours later. Wake up and strangle this little bastard!
…
The poor senior inspector slept for less than half an hour, and was woken up by his mobile phone, and there was a new murder case in his jurisdiction early in the morning. He left the antipyretic and a glass of water at the head of the bed, washed his face, and went out to start a new day's work.
In the evening, he returned home again. Opening the door, he saw Lu Guangming sitting cross-legged on the sofa wrapped in a quilt, nibbling on a dry instant noodle cake like a squirrel, watching TV.
He walked over and touched Lu Guangming's forehead, "Have you taken the medicine?"
"Hmm. Crack, crack."
"Why don't you order takeout?"
"No money. Click, click."
"What happened last night? What are you doing hiding with me if you don't go home?"
"Crack, click. It's none of your business."
"… "
"Hey, I have a fever, you have some conscience, you are not allowed to hit the patient."
"Get out of here when the fever subsides!"
Lu Guangming swallowed the scum in his mouth with difficulty, and blinked his eyes, "Brother Jiahua, I'm so hungry, can you order a takeaway? I want to eat roast goose."
"… "
"Help! The police beat someone!"
…
The setting sun was like blood, penetrating the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the bright red of the private account sheet in He Chusan's hands. Sitting alone in the office, he stared blankly at the negative numbers marked in red, but what appeared in front of him were the bloody scenes from last night: heavy rain, gunshots, corpses wrapped in sacks, the dark and secluded sea .
The paper in his hand fell on the table, and he looked at his slightly trembling palm, as if it was covered in blood.
He knew he was in the game.
To play the role of an underworld "accounter" who is unblinking and merciless when he kills for the first time, a conspirator who betrays big bosses and seeks to usurp power, a sociopath who is obsessed with money and treats human life like a piece of shit. , is impossible.
Last time he bet his own life, but this time, he bet someone else's life.
Even if he had already made the due preparations yesterday, he put on Lu Guangming's death makeup, put on a bulletproof vest and a blood bag, and the gun was equipped with blank bullets with little gunpowder and low lethality. However, firing blank bullets at close range may still cause damage to the human body. Moreover, Lu Guangming had to be bound all over his body, and the rocks would sink into the sea. Although Kevin had already led people to wait underwater in diving suits, there were strong winds and waves last night, and there were still rocks underwater. A little carelessness could put their lives in danger.
Not to mention, if his acting skills did not calm the agent of the old shopkeeper at that time, he was seen through by the other party. With the empty ammunition in his hands and his poor marksmanship, even if he arranged for bodyguards to hide not far away, it would be difficult for him to protect the lives of himself and Lu Guangming for a while.
He clearly knew the dangers, but he did it anyway.
Is he doing it right
Is it really right to risk your own life, risk Lu Guangming's life, and take revenge for Brother Liuyi and Lu Guangming in a way that he feels is more "safe" and "innocent"
If it's right, why did Brother Liuyi's eyes look so sad yesterday morning? How hard-hearted was he at that time to put the trembling "don't go" behind his ears
Is it true that we have come this far
He Chusan leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes, hiding the blood in the darkness, and sighed slowly.
But he has no turning back. For this war, he gambled everything, gave everything, and he had to win.