Manager Zhou glanced at the patient and left.
The doctor saw him leaving, knocked on the glass, and shouted into the intercom: "Hey, handsome boy!"
Cheng Ji turned to him.
The doctor said: "Brother Zhou paid for your relative's medical expenses, remember to pay him back! These instruments are my collection, and the cost of one day's consultation is so expensive that you can't even imagine!"
Cheng Ji and Lao Geng touched their empty pockets at the same time.
The doctor added: "Brother Zhou is a good person. In fact, he is not familiar with the patient. He has so many people under him, why would he pay attention to a small security guard? But when the patient is in trouble, he is willing to do his best to help. It is really rare!"
Cheng Ji was not stupid, he understood what this meant, the other party's purpose was not simply to praise Manager Zhou, but to say "go and ask for an explanation, don't mention Manager Zhou's name.
"I know what's going on and I won't implicate him," Cheng Ji said.
The doctor nodded and sat down in front of the bed.
Cheng Ji whispered to Lao Geng, "Godfather, I originally wanted you to call everyone you can, but now I think forget it, let's just do it the two of us. I feel this matter is not simple, Mao Xiaowei is a tough guy, he may have a background in the Black Society."
Lao Geng said, "Didn't Manager Zhou tell me not to go?"
Cheng Ji said, "You just park your car outside the east gate of the villa he mentioned and wait for me. I'll go in first and try to trick Mao Xiaowei out after I find him. If I can't trick him out, I'll ask him directly. I plan to be in place before 11 o'clock and completely get rid of Manager Zhou."
"Aren't you coming according to the plan?" Lao Geng asked.
Cheng Ji said: "The plan I make is called a plan, and the plans made by others are just references at best."
"Without him, can you enter Shuiyue Villa?"
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "There is only one kind of place that I may not be able to enter, and I will not easily enter it - there are armed sentries standing guard at the door, and there are weapons and ammunition storage inside. Isn't Shuiyue Villa just a small hotel? It's just a weird name."
Lao Geng asked: "Do you know Mao Xiaowei?"
Cheng Ji shook his head and pointed at his eyes: "I will find it."
Lao Geng agreed: "Okay, is there anything else you want me to prepare?"
Cheng Ji pondered in silence.
His sixth sense has always been quite sharp, except for the day when he died in his previous life. He was sitting with his legs crossed and chatting with his colleagues when he suddenly received the order to set off. He put on his gear and jumped into the car, even with a piece of chocolate in his mouth. Who would have known that three people would be killed in an originally simple arrest operation.
He had many dreams for the future at that time, but in the end they all turned into ashes. He was helpless.
So he has to be careful.
"Can you get me a vest, the kind with flaps?"
Lao Geng understood: "Bulletproof vest?"
"It must be a composite ceramic insert. Don't fool me with a fake one." Cheng Ji said, "If my ribs are broken, I'll come after you."
"Not afraid of death but afraid of pain?" Lao Geng summed up.
Cheng Ji blinked: "Yes."
He suddenly thought of an organ in his abdomen that was not originally male, and thought it would be good to shoot a bullet through it, and then go to the hospital to remove it quickly, and be done with it. But then he changed his mind and was afraid of the pain, so he would rather keep it.
Lao Geng asked: "Do you want a matching gun?"
"Having that thing will only cause more trouble, so I don't dare to use it casually." Cheng Ji said, "I wear a bulletproof vest because I'm afraid of being ambushed. How about you make me a hood, a black one used by police officers, so that the guy won't see my face."
Lao Geng sat in the corner of the ward and made a phone call. His brothers were not good people in the traditional sense, but they all had some sense of loyalty. More than half an hour later, the things Cheng Ji needed were delivered, along with a bunch of cold weapons.
Cheng Ji found several daggers and stuck them all on his waist.
"Brazzaville knuckles, this is great!" He found an interesting little gadget.
Brass knuckles are metal objects that are worn on the fingers. Some are for four fingers, while others are for just one finger. There is one or more sharp corners on the outside. In addition to being used for self-defense in fights, they can also be used to break windows.
“I didn’t like using that when I was young,” Lao Geng said. “I always felt like I was cheating.”
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "I don't care."
Seeing that the time was almost up, the two decided to leave. They originally wanted to say hello to the doctor, but when they saw that he was dozing off on the bed due to fatigue, with his ears still perked up to listen to the sound of the instrument, they did not dare to disturb him and quietly closed the door and left.
On the way, Cheng Ji tried on a bulletproof vest and found that the thing was actually discarded by the US military and circulated on the black market. It was considered black technology in the early years.
He said: "This thing is great and saved a lot of lives in Iraq."
Lao Geng asked as he drove: "What Iraq?"
“There is no such country in the world?”
"Of course not."
Cheng Ji stuck out his tongue and stopped asking questions. After all, he was a time traveler and he believed whatever the local natives said.
Lao Geng glanced at him and asked, "Are you sure you have to go?"
"Godfather, are you backing out now?"
"Of course not." Lao Geng said, "I don't mind risking my life, I'm thinking about you. You're only twenty, and your life has just started, so I'll go in and ask later! The Black Society is the Black Society, I'm not afraid!"
Cheng Ji was silent, and then said, "I used to have a teacher who was about your age. Whenever he saw me being lazy, he would scold me, saying that the road was uneven and someone else was shoveling it. How are you going to shovel the road when you sleep, chat, or play games here every day? Are you expecting them to shovel it for you? Or them? When he said this, he always pointed at a group of old, weak, women, and children, either girls shopping, or aunties passing by to buy groceries, or children on their way to or from school."
"I knew very early on that I should be a road shoveler. Although I was afraid and hesitant, I had the responsibility to do it."
He said in a deep voice: "This matter is the same. We should shovel it if necessary. I don't care where Mao Xiaowei came from. Since he dared to attack Xiaojun, I will shovel this stinky stone. In fact, I am not only doing this for Xiaojun, but also to protect Manager Zhou. They have buried Mao Xiaowei, a time bomb that harms people, in Shuiyue Villa. It may blow up a big hole in the future and implicate Manager Zhou. It should be removed as soon as possible. But you can't shovel it as well as I can, because I am professional."
Lao Geng asked: "Did you learn to operate an excavator?"
"..." Cheng Ji asked, "Dad, how did you live to be fifty with your IQ?"
Lao Geng said, "I don't understand your context! Aren't you just a college dropout?"
Cheng Ji said that he was taking a leave of absence, but that was different from dropping out, so his student status was retained!
Lao Geng asked: "What major are you studying?"
"… "
This question is really annoying. Cheng Ji has been here for a while, but he still doesn’t know what the original owner studied before and has never cared about it!
"Excavator," he had to say.
Lao Geng rolled his eyes.
"Anyway!" Cheng Ji said, "I don't care what kind of dangerous place is behind Mao Xiaowei. I'm going to go and try it out!"
"Okay!" Lao Geng slammed the steering wheel, "Just the two of us!"
Cheng Ji smiled and put on a hood, revealing only a pair of dark and bright eyes.
The clock pointed to ten forty-five in the evening when the two arrived at Shuiyue Villa.
There was still a lot of traffic at the gate of the villa. They continued driving eastward along the outer perimeter formed by mountains, streams and stone walls, and found the small gate on the east side that Manager Zhou mentioned.
Only then did Cheng Ji understand why Manager Zhou was waiting for him here.
This is a small abandoned iron gate. Mountain vines have long grown inside and outside the gate. From a distance, it blends into the bushes and looks eerie. Not to mention the guests, even the cleaners of Shuiyue Villa are reluctant to walk here.
The iron gate was locked, there was a surveillance camera next to the door, and there was a street lamp twenty meters away from the door, but to Cheng Ji they were all just decorations.
He asked Lao Geng to move his car back into the shadow of the trees, and he groped his way to the iron gate and was in in the blink of an eye.
Old Geng whispered through the weeds, "Why so fast?"
"The door is unlocked."
"What about the probe on top?"
"Someone has moved the angle and can't shine the light into the door."
Lao Geng nodded: "It seems that Manager Zhou really wants to help."
Cheng Ji whispered, "I'm going, you pick me up. Did you bring your cell phone?"
Lao Geng showed him his phone and said, "Be careful, don't force it, if it doesn't work, retreat!"
Cheng Ji made an OK gesture.
Old Geng suddenly asked, "Son, you are so skilled at stealing, how many years have you been in jail before?"
Cheng Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Not even a day! Just wait in the dark!"
He touched the bulletproof vest he was wearing under his down jacket, hunched his neck and walked into the villa, trying his best to avoid the surveillance cameras overhead.
In fact, it is very difficult to cover the interior of a building complex like this one, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers, especially the large areas with dense green plants between buildings. There are many more blind spots than imagined.
Therefore, if something really important happens, don't arrange it in a place like this. There are commanding heights on the mountain and snipers can be lurking everywhere.
If you want to eliminate blind spots, you can do so by installing countless searchlights or deploying a large number of guards to replace the sky's eyes with human eyes. Obviously, this is not the case in a small place like Shuiyue Villa. Except for the places illuminated by street lights, the rest of the place is pitch black.
Cheng Ji still remembered the small building where he was resurrected. It was one of the three auxiliary buildings besides the main building, and its location was relatively remote. He had never been to the Villa Bar, so he guessed that it should be located in the main building because it needed traffic and popularity.
He walked towards the main building. He did not meet anyone on the road, but he did pass by a few luxury cars. In the cold winter, the snow had not yet melted, and probably only small predatory animals were willing to roam in the mountains.
In order to contact Lao Geng, Cheng Ji turned on his cell phone, but something went wrong. The thing kept vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was full of messages, all from Qi Beisong. There were at least seven or eight messages, with only one theme: What are you doing
This guy was just seen at noon, and he was causing trouble again in the evening, trying hard to get out of the reserve group.
Cheng Ji replied: Nothing to do, just sleeping.
Qi Beisong replied immediately: Answer the phone.
Cheng Ji: It’s inconvenient.
Qi Beisong: Why
Cheng Ji had no reason, so he hesitated for a minute and didn't reply, and then Qi Beisong called.
He had no choice but to pick up the phone: "What?"
Qi Beisong knew he was outside as soon as he heard it, because there was the sound of wind in his headphones.
"Are you not asleep yet?" Qi Beisong asked.
"Yeah." Cheng Ji whispered, "Let's smoke a cigarette outside the window."
Qi Beisong said, "You don't have an addiction, why do you keep smoking? Quit smoking now. Are you cold?"
"It's not cold." Cheng Ji said.
"Why are you talking so loudly? Do you have a cold?" Qi Beisong asked, "Did you get caught in the wind while climbing the mountain?"
Cheng Ji quickly pulled up the hood that blocked his mouth and said, "I don't have a cold. Is anything wrong?"
Qi Beisong really did: "Yeah, about the bar."
Cheng Ji stopped at once.
He looked around warily and asked, "What... bar?"
Qi Beisong said, "Silly boy, I was drugged in your Huangcun bar, have you forgotten?"
“…” Cheng Ji breathed a sigh of relief. He was so scared that he thought his whereabouts had been discovered!
"What's going on at the bar?"
Qi Beisong said, "I just sent someone over there. The bastard who drugged me was completely inexperienced. Before I even started asking him questions, he spilled the beans. The source of the drug was the bar at Shuiyue Villa. The bastard had a junior high school classmate who worked there."
Cheng Ji knew this, but he didn’t know what Qi Beisong said next.
"There seems to be something fishy going on at the bar in Shuiyue Villa. I've asked Lei Jing to report it to the police. They will investigate. For the next period of time, ask your godfather not to enter the bar to avoid being caught in a surprise inspection."
Cheng Ji asked: "Why do you care?"
Qi Beisong said: "I am a concerned citizen."
Cheng Ji smiled.
Qi Beisong said, "Okay, okay, I can't afford to suffer any loss, and I'm also afraid that you will suffer any loss, okay?"
"I won't suffer any loss."
Qi Beisong said: "You haven't suffered enough? Okay, hang up, I'll go over to accompany you tomorrow."
Cheng Ji hummed.
"Baby, give me a kiss?" Qi Beisong asked.
“…Hang up.” Cheng Ji said.
He put his phone and hood into his pocket and continued forward, wondering in his heart.
The bar at Shuiyue Villa was full of filth and its employees were selling illegal drugs. He had almost forgotten about this before, but only remembered it after Qi Beisong reminded him.
Manager Zhou said that this bar was outsourced and not under his control. The boss behind the scenes is unknown. Mao Xiaowei is the bar manager. He beat the security guard Chen Guangjun half to death. Was it because Chen Guangjun encountered something
It was all speculation, he had to go and ask in person.
The main building was indeed more lively than other places, and one could hear the noise of music and singing from afar. Cheng Ji took a quick glance and found that in addition to the two doormen, there were four security guards standing at the entrance of the main building.
He estimated that he would be questioned for the way he was dressed. If he answered that he was a driver for a certain boss, he would inevitably be asked to make a phone call for a confrontation on the spot.
Of course he could call Lao Geng, and then the two of them could lie together, but it was better to have less trouble than more, as there were back doors in every business premises anyway.
He walked around the building for half a circle and found something. There were a few waiters who were slacking off at work gathered near the back door. For those people, it was good to be lazy for one more minute.
Cheng Ji walked up to talk to him, but instead of saying he was looking for Mao Xiaowei, he said he was looking for Chen Jie.
Shuiyue Villa has two to three hundred employees, and the turnover rate is extremely high. Chen Guangjun has worked here for nearly half a year, but he doesn't know any of them well.
Cheng Ji said: "He is from the Security Department and is from Huang Village."
Still no one knows.
Cheng Ji added: "There's a guy in the bar who's also from Huang Village. We're from the same hometown."
The employee he was referring to was the junior high school classmate of the bartender Xiaomaotou in Huang Village whom he had just heard from Qi Beisong, the guy who was suspected of selling illegal drugs.
The men asked, “What are you doing here?”
Cheng Ji said: "Chen Jie promised to introduce me to work here, and the appointment was made today. When I arrived, he was gone and he didn't even answer the phone."
One of the waiters was quite enthusiastic and said, "Then I'll take you to the bar to ask."
Cheng Ji hurriedly followed, and when he was halfway there, he saw that there was no one around, so he suddenly asked, "Do you know Mao Xiaowei?"
"Manager Mao? Of course I know him." The waiter said, "I know everyone in the bar."
Cheng Ji grabbed him and calmly stuffed a few banknotes into his hands.
“… What are you doing?” the waiter asked.
Cheng Ji said eagerly, "I just want Chen Jie to introduce me to work at the bar. Since you know the manager of the bar, I won't go through him. I don't need your help, just point Manager Mao to me!"
The waiter quickly refused, so Cheng Ji took out two bills from his pocket and gave them to him.
There is a certain psychological effect involved here. When the waiter saw that the money was too much, he didn't dare to accept it. After refusing several times for the little money, he kept it as a tip and promised to help find Mao Xiaowei.
Cheng Ji was able to get help and shut his mouth at the same time (if anyone asked, he would not admit that he had received money), which was really killing two birds with one stone.
The waiter took him through the back hall to the bar, where he saw a young employee struggling to sort empty bottles. He asked where Mao Xiaowei had been and was told that two guests were fighting over a woman and were drinking, so Manager Mao went to mediate.
Cheng Ji followed him to the front hall and finally met Mao Xiaowei under the guidance of the waiter. He was a man about thirty years old, with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks, wearing a shiny suit and a very fashionable hairstyle.
The waiter left, and Cheng Ji stood in the corner and silently observed Mao Xiaowei. The lights in the bar were dim, there were many people and noises, and the troublemakers were still arguing, so no one noticed him for a while.
After waiting for a few minutes, he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He didn't want to pay attention to it, but he was worried that something might have happened to Lao Geng.
The letter came from Qi Beisong again, with only a few words: Are you in Hongcheng? Waiting here.
Cheng Ji was shocked, because the meaning of this sentence was very clear. Qi Beisong had discovered his whereabouts and was on his way!
How did you find out
He stared at the screen of his mobile phone and thought: I really shouldn’t have turned on my phone. Lao Qi can really locate me!