As the gun went off, the thin man reacted extremely quickly. He took a step forward, put one hand into his arms, and stretched out the other hand to block Qi Shu behind him. His eyes were focused and the muscles all over his body tensed instantly, like a wild beast waiting to devour its prey, emitting a terrible bloody smell from head to toe.
Qi Shu, however, did not show the slightest sign of fear. She stood gracefully in the night breeze, looking up at a place on the second floor. Her slender neck looked alluring against the backdrop of the luxurious black dress. Her bright dark eyes seemed to be able to see what terrible thing was happening there through the golden satin curtains.
The faint moonlight cast a shadow on the night sky. Perhaps, as the old saying goes, those who kill will be killed? But Lian Zizhong was Lin Zhen's man after all. How could Liu Tianlai have such courage? Or did he have no choice
Qi Shu suppressed his idiotic curiosity to look back and see what was going on. He patted the thin man on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Little Fourth Brother, don't be so nervous. This is Qingzhou, not Guanshan. There aren't that many dangers, and no one dares to harm me..."
The man called Xiao Si didn't even turn his head, still concentrating his attention, and said, "Boss Gu specially asked me to come here. It can't be because Qingzhou's Chaotian donkey meat is better than Guanshan's, right?"
Qi Shu smiled and said, "Fourth brother, hearing a cold joke from you is more surprising to me than Mr. Gu not drinking Biluochun tea."
Qingzhou has been in turmoil for several months. Even with Qi Shu's connections and relationship network, she still can't figure out the root cause hidden in the fog. She wanders between various forces and may encounter some secrets that should not be touched, which will lead to unpredictable disasters. Gu Shitong then sent Xiao Si back to Qingzhou to protect Qi Shu closely to ensure that nothing goes wrong.
"A little kid can hit a police chief with a smile on his face. Miss Qi, I think this place is not as safe as you think."
Qi Shu recalled the scene just now and smiled bitterly, saying, "The people of Qingzhou are tough and it is common for them to fight over a few words. But tonight, we have to see who is more confident..." She paused and said in a cold tone, "Let's go. If someone wants to fight, let them do it. Who lives and who dies is just a clown on the stage. We should just watch the show with peace of mind."
In the private room on the second floor, after Qi Shu and Lin Zhen left, Wen Liang helped Xie Yan up and let her sit on a chair. He then took out a clean cup from the small wine cabinet by the door, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her. Xie Yan took the cup, looked up at Wen Liang, and whispered softly, "I'm glad you're okay!"
"It's all over, don't worry. Drink some water and you'll feel warmer..." Wen Liang smiled and pointed at the steaming tea. Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Today is Friday, shouldn't you be in school? Why are you working as a waiter here?"
According to what Wen Liang learned from Liu Zhihe, Xie Yan is already in her third year of high school and would not drop out without special circumstances. Given her family situation, if she wanted to drop out, she would have done so long ago and would not have left school half a year before her third year of high school. In this era, the tuition fees for primary, middle and high school are still one of the heaviest burdens for a family, and the means of assistance from society and the country are very limited. Although the Hope Project, initiated by the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and the Youth Foundation in 1989, has become the most influential and widely participated public welfare undertaking in China by 1995 after many major leaders wrote inscriptions, approved and took the lead in donating, it is still very difficult for urban poor families like Xie Yan to benefit from it.
Wen Liang regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. It would not be too late to ask about these things later. She had just experienced humiliation and shock, and her body and mind were hurt. If these unpleasant things were mentioned again, it would be even more painful. Wen Liang was about to change the subject casually, but Xie Yan whispered, "Today, the school organized a visit to Yishan County. Each person had to pay 20 yuan, so I asked for leave and did not go. It happened that my mother was sick and could not go to work, so I came here to work for her..."
It turned out that Xie Yan's mother worked as a dishwasher at Yuxiangyuan. She caught a severe cold and stayed in bed yesterday. If she asked for leave, her salary would be deducted. It happened that Xie Yan's No. 19 Middle School organized senior high school students to visit the Kong Puzhou Memorial Hall today. This should be a unified plan of the Municipal Education Bureau. Each school takes turns to visit and study at different times and areas. So she came to work here instead of her mother. A waitress had to go to the toilet urgently. Seeing Xie Yan's handsome face, she asked her to help deliver a plate of chrysanthemum fish to the private room where Lin Zhen was. Then what happened just now happened.
Wen Liang was silent in his heart. The students of No. 1 Middle School did not pay any extra money for this visit, but each student paid 50 yuan for class fees at the beginning of the school year. It is conceivable that the relevant people can also gain certain benefits from such an activity. This is also a phenomenon with Chinese characteristics. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat. If you can pluck the hair from the head of a vulture, you will not be afraid of shame if you are greedy!
Perhaps in the eyes of these big shots, twenty yuan is just the price of a cup of tea, but for Xie Yan, it is almost an insurmountable mountain. Wen Liang could guess what kind of rumors those people who usually envied Xie Yan would say without asking, and he felt pity for this strong girl.
Xie Yan wrapped her arms around the cup, as if she could feel a little warmth from it. Her delicate body huddled in the chair. The redness and swelling on her face not only did not subside, but became more severe as the wound energy overflowed. The bleeding on her calves had stopped, but the bloodstains left on her fair skin showed that the girl had just experienced an ordeal.
Liu Tianlai had tied Lian Zizhong's hands behind his back with a belt. This guy had relied on Lin Zhen as his backer and didn't take Liu Tianlai seriously. He could only apologize and fool around. He would settle the score later. Unexpectedly, Liu Tianlai actually pushed Lin Zhen's face and was ready to beat him to death. Lian Zizhong panicked and kept trying to build a relationship with Liu Tianlai and reminisce about the past, trying to find a way to settle the matter.
At this moment, he was just worried that Liu Tianlai would make a fuss about the gun-pulling incident, and might punish him. If it was in the past, it would be fine, but he was planning to follow Lin Zhensheng to Guanshan. At this critical moment, leaving a stain in his file might mean that his efforts would be in vain. If he couldn't leave and offended Liu Tianlai, his career in Qingzhou Public Security System would be over.
In Qingzhou now, everyone knows that Liu Tianlai is Xu Fuyan's man and the most popular candidate to succeed Zhao Xinchuan as the next director. The worst thing in the officialdom is to offend your immediate superior. Even Zizhong shudders at the thought.
Wen Liang came over, picked up Lian Zizhong's 64-caliber pistol, and said with a smile, "Director Lian, your majestic appearance just now really scared me..."
Lian Zizhong was turned over by Liu Tianlai and sat on the ground. He kept smiling and said, "It's all my fault that I, Fatty Lian, didn't recognize the great man and offended you. Director Wen and I are good friends who drank together. I will come to your house tomorrow to apologize. I will apologize. I just hope you can say a few good words for me and ask Director Liu to let me go!"
"How can I deserve this? Who are you? Anyone who offends you will die. I have to beg you to let me go. Isn't that right, Chief Liu?"
Liu Tianlai said coldly: "Lian Zizhong, you are so brave. Did the government give you a gun so that you can show off and bully others? Fortunately, just now..." Liu Tianlai still felt scared when he thought about it now. When he saw Wen Liang being pointed at with a gun for the first time, he couldn't help but feel weak in his legs even though he had seen so many storms. All this was thanks to Fatty Lian. Liu Tianlai really wanted to kill him. Besides, he thought he knew Wen Liang's character. Although this young man smiled and was easy to talk to all day, he was definitely ruthless when he got angry.
Those who fell into his schemes are the best examples!
So Liu Tianlai made up his mind and would never say a word to excuse Lian Zizhong. If you offend someone, you must be prepared to be offended by others. This is a simple truth!
"Yes, yes, I was wrong. I shouldn't have threatened people with a gun. I was really drunk and felt dizzy. Director Liu, you must believe me on this. I really didn't dare to shoot. Really."
Liu Tianlai did not respond. It was nonsense to say that Lian Zizhong did not dare to shoot, but it was also not certain that he really wanted to shoot.
But Wen Liang was standing in front of his gun. Who would dare to let Lian Zizhong go this time just because of this “uncertainty”
"Don't dare?" Wen Liang turned the gun in his hand and suddenly hit him hard on the fat face with the gun handle. Lian Zizhong cried out in pain, half of his face swelled up, blood oozing from his gums flowed down the corner of his mouth, and one of his eyes narrowed into a slit and could not be opened.
Wen Liang felt sick when he saw his face. He really didn't dare to do that after knowing his identity, but what if an ordinary person offended him like this? If he hadn't been there, how would Xie Yan be tortured by him and what kind of nightmare night would he experience
Wen Liang never wanted to assume the greatest malice towards others, but reality has proven time and again that human nature is always a hundred times more cruel than you can imagine, especially for someone as arrogant as Lian Zizhong. If he can draw his gun this time, he will dare to kill people next time!
Lian Zizhong knew that the matter would not end peacefully after being hit, so he made up his mind, spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm at Wen Liang, and cursed: "Go to hell, you little bastard, why are you showing off to me? Even if Wen Huaiming came, he wouldn't dare to treat me like this! Just wait, with Director Lin here, it won't be easy to take me down!"
Wen Liang did not move, letting him spit on his collar. He smiled nonchalantly, pulled the slide with his left hand, loaded the bullet with a clang, cocked the hammer downward, and slowly pointed the gun at Lian Zizhong's head. He said, "I heard that the Type 64 is nicknamed the little cannon, and it won't bleed even if you hit it on the head. Is that true?"
Liu Tianlai's heart tightened, and he stared at Wen Liang's hand, but he opened his mouth but said nothing. He didn't think Wen Liang would really shoot and kill someone, Lian Zizhong was not worthy of him paying such a high price.
Lian Zizhong was just like Liu Tianlai, he didn't believe it, and he shouted with his neck stiff, "You dare to shoot... try..."
As soon as the word "try" came out of his mouth, Wen Liang's eyes turned cold, his face was terribly gloomy, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation. Because he pulled the trigger too hard, the veins on his hand holding the gun could be seen bulging. The barrel of the gun was staring at Lian Zizhong's head and rushed forward, and blood was about to splatter on the spot.
"Don't!"
Liu Tianlai shouted and was about to rush over to block Wen Liang, but his body stopped in mid-air.
The gun didn't go off!
Lian Zizhong just finished uttering the second word "try". His bloodstained face took on a deathly grey color. His pupils suddenly contracted and then expanded into an exaggerated shape. He suddenly collapsed to the ground. His obese body curled up into a ball. Every piece of fat on his body was shaking violently. He could hear heavy breathing coming from his mouth and nose, making people worry that he would die.
Wen Liang retracted his right hand, looked at the Type 64 pistol with a puzzled expression, and said, "The trigger won't work? Chief Liu, what's going on?"
Liu Tianlai's mouth was open and he hadn't closed yet. His heartbeat seemed to stop in an instant. It took him a while to take a breath and snatch the gun from Wen Liang's hand.
Fortunately, the safety on the left side of the slide was not on!
Well, that's not right!
Liu Tianlai is an expert in guns, especially this pistol which was designed in the 1960s and produced in the 1980s. It has a beautiful and delicate appearance, a small and exquisite body, and is very convenient to carry. However, due to its small size, lack of deterrence and low power, it is rarely equipped and used by front-line police officers. It is usually used by middle and senior police officers for self-defense. It has gradually become a symbol. With 64, it means that your rank has reached a certain status, and that's all.
That's why this gun is nicknamed "small cannon", but no matter how small its power is, it's still a gun, and a shot to the head is definitely fatal. Wen Liang pulled the slide, and it was ready to fire, but now the hammer was in place and the manual safety was off, so he could only press the safety down before pulling the trigger to lock the trigger.
Liu Tianlai had never felt so resentful before. He felt so wronged that he wanted to cry. You really want to kill people without any compensation. It would be fine if you scared Lian Zizhong, but why did you scare me, Old Liu, half to death
Wen Liang winked at him, reached out and took the gun, and said, "Director Liu, how do you use this gun? Teach me!"
"It's like this, here... Yes, that's it. When you shoot, you have to turn on the safety, push it up to a horizontal position, and pull the hammer down. Now you can shoot..."
Liu Tianlai was very understanding. Since he understood Wen Liang's meaning, he didn't mind playing games with him. If this could allow him to vent some of his resentment, it would be much better than actually causing a death.
"Captain Lian, I'll count to three. If you don't get up, I'll shoot!"
Lian Zizhong's spirit was completely crushed by the blow just now. He rolled over from the ground with a grunt, bent over and begged, "Master Wen, Master Wen, I was wrong, I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Please let me go this time. My worthless life is not worth you getting your hands dirty, really, it's not worth it!"
Wen Liang pointed the gun at Lian Zizhong's head again and said with a smile: "I dislike everything except dirt. Director Lian, when you go to the underworld, remember not to be arrogant as a ghost..."
"Mr. Wen, don't, don't..."
“Beep!”