Chapter 311 What You Want (3)
When Chu Hengkong returned to the old building, the Kelinfu brothers were squatting in the corridor smoking cigarettes.
The Collins were typical black homeless men, lost at birth by some jerk father, then half-adopted and half-raised by some kind relative. Too timid to join a gang, they scraped by doing odd jobs. While smoking cigarettes, they shared a rubbish lunch box: sticky, cold macaroni and cheese.
"Hey, Chu!" Brother Collins winked at him. "You really should try this, snot macaroni."
"Add caterpillars." There were suspicious insect legs hanging on the soft plastic fork of Collin's brother.
"It looks nutritious." Chu Hengkong threw two cigarettes over and lit one for himself. "How are you doing lately?"
"It's not very pleasant, man." Brother Collins caught the cigarette and left it unsmoked. "That damned little freight company ran off with our last month's wages; my flowers died; my aunt had another damned baby; and there's a new cop."
"Life is more like shit than macaroni, isn't it?" my brother snickered.
Chu Hengkong grasped the key point: "Old Loud has been transferred?"
Old Lord was a rare good cop these days, a man with a dirty mouth but a dedicated and responsible mindset. He took bribes, but he wouldn't let the real bastards off, and he knew how to show leniency to those who couldn't make ends meet. For the people living in the tenement, this kind old man was far more valuable than the overconfident youngsters.
"He's retired, Chu! He even invited you to his retirement party, but you were away on a business trip," said Colin's brother. "The new guy... you know, very 'new'! New gun, new shoes, new achievements, everything is new, but that doesn't stop him from digging up old issues."
"He's adamant there's someone selling drugs in the building," his brother added. "We've explained to him several times that you can't allow drug dealers to operate here. But he's... ignorant."
Chu Hengkong exhaled a puff of smoke: "I will talk to him later."
"Hey, no need to bother with the cops!" My brother stood up in shock. "Life is always like this!"
"Chu, let me show you something fun." The younger brother took out a transparent cube filled with white powder. He shook it, and the dust changed color into the shape of a snowman.
"Isn't it beautiful!" he boasted. "A little souvenir from that jerk of a boss. I guarantee girls will love it—you should buy one for your girlfriend, too. She'll love it."
"She has loved it for a long time!" the brother exclaimed.
Chu Hengkong pretended to kick, but the Collins ran away laughing, holding the box of unfinished macaroni.
The guys who frequented the building almost all knew the owner. They knew Chu was protecting her, and they also knew she was probably richer than the entire building combined. A perennial entertainment in the rental building was betting on when Chu would be taken away by the wealthy young woman, and when the wealthy young woman would succumb to the pressure and buy the entire building to live in.
Chu Hengkong didn't care what others said. Everyone respected him and never said such nonsense to his face. That was enough. He walked up the stairs and stopped at the fourth floor. There were fresh bullet holes on the wall.
He knocked on the door of room 401, where a decent-looking prostitute lived. The woman who opened the door had a bruise on her neck, a typical sign of a chokehold.
"Note?" Chu Hengkong asked.
"He was so arrogant. I wanted to scare him, but..." The prostitute smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry, Chu. We are no longer in a position to beg you for anything, but..."
"I'll talk to him." Chu Hengkong promised again.
He returned to his room and put down his backpack. Compared to three years ago, the place looked brand new. The boss hadn't asked him to move out of the building, but he had changed his room bit by bit and had the family housekeeper come to clean it regularly.
When he discovered that his rental house had become a 20-square-meter presidential suite, he wanted to protest and change it, but deep down he knew he didn't want to live in his old, shabby house anymore.
That's how people change, almost unconsciously. Just as he'd been oblivious to other people's affairs when he first moved in, now he actively observes the changes around him, like a wild animal patrolling its territory. But isn't this right? Those cops, criminals, and businessmen, shouldn't they all treat him with some basic respect?
Of course there's no reason. Velvet's voice echoed in her mind. People respect the law. They respect the government. They respect the rules. But why should they respect you? Just because of your power? Who gave you the right to divide up your territory? Do you think you're a gang leader?
Akong, you really should think about why Velus gets basic respect everywhere, while you always have to prove yourself again and again before you can get the respect that belongs to you?
He knew the reason, of course. Velus had power on the inside, and money and status on the outside. The boss was at the top of the system, but he couldn't...
Chu Hengkong was lost in thought by the window until the cigarette butt burned his fingers. He waved away his distracting thoughts and began to think about other things. He wondered if he should distance himself from Velvet, if he should reduce his part-time job...
A gunshot rang out.
Three hundred meters away, at the intersection, Chu Hengkong jumped out of the window. His exceptional vision allowed him to see Colin's brother rolling in a pool of vomit-like macaroni. The police officer pointed his gun at him, his knee pressed against Colin's brother's neck. The young man screamed in terror. "Take it out!" He was clutching something tightly. The snowman toy.
He mistook it for white powder. Chu Hengkong immediately realized the truth.
"Brother!" "Cooperate with law enforcement and give up resistance!" the police officer roared at him. Colinfu's brother had been shot in the right lung. "You killed my brother!" The younger brother's emotions completely lost control. The older brother reached out to Chu Hengkong.
"Call an ambulance," Chu Hengkong said. "Let him go. You saw it wrong."
Save the life first, then consider other things. Chu Hengkong stepped forward step by step, making sure to keep the distance within the range where he could react. The policeman's pupils shrank with nervousness. Chu Hengkong raised his hands to indicate that he was not a threat.
"Let him go first—"
Another gunshot rang out.
The bullet flew before Chu Hengkong's eyes, the muzzle pointed at his forehead, poised to pierce his brain. But it was too slow. He even had a split second to think. He was as calm as before the killing. He could handle this unexpected situation safely. He had the ability.
He grabbed the bullet.
Fuck you.
The bullet reversed its original trajectory and went back into the shooter's forehead.
There was a thud, blood splattering everywhere, red and white objects. Collin's brother was stunned. Chu Hengkong pulled him away from the body and called the emergency number. An elderly man from the small building ran out to provide first aid.
Chu Hengkong put down the phone and heard the piercing sound of sirens. Another police officer ran over, his hand holding the gun trembling. He felt many unfamiliar gazes.
Of course, this is a crossroads.
All the pedestrians on the avenue stopped, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the corpse.
People's screams rang out in the sunlight.
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"Ms. Alita!" A spy pushed open the door. "The deputy and the cops are fighting!"
Alita was knitting and she froze for almost a second.
"How many cops died?"
Her first reaction after hearing the news was to care about the police, and the spy thought it was natural.
"Only one person died. It was the other side that started it."
Alita breathed a sigh of relief: "Then..."
"But there are over 30 minor injuries," the spy said. "Thirteen police cars were damaged, and several cops were frightened. Now they're starting to close the roads, and the worst part is, there are a lot of witnesses. Reporters..."
Elita jumped up as swiftly as an old antelope. "Oh my God. Boss!"
When she ran into the office, her boss was already watching TV. The reporter on the scene was acting like a rookie assassin encountering a strange creature for the first time, nearly incoherent. Behind him, a wrecked police car had a giant fist mark etched on its hood.
They could all easily imagine the scene not long ago, the police car with its sirens blaring, ramming into Chu Hengkong, Chu Hengkong punching the hood, and slamming the car into the asphalt road like he was holding down a child...
“We should talk to the cops,” Velvet said.
Alita nodded hurriedly. They'd certainly discussed this; everyone knew Chu Hengkong's temper couldn't be easily provoked. From the fast food restaurant to the dormitories, even to the mall where he occasionally ate and the martial arts gym where he sparred... wherever Chu Hengkong moved, the local police had been alerted in advance, knowing they couldn't and shouldn't cause trouble.
Everything has been going on peacefully for three years, but today an accident happened right at my doorstep.
"The previous officer retired the day before yesterday, so maybe the new one hasn't..."
“It was arranged,” Velvet said. “Finally, someone couldn’t help it.”
Alita shut up. Her boss turned up the volume on the TV. Reporters said the suspect had taken over an office building but wasn't holding any hostages. A police spokesman said SWAT was being dispatched.
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Chu Hengkong still had some time before the main force arrived. He helped get the Collins brothers to the ambulance. The younger brother, though uninjured, needed psychiatric care. Then he ran to the pizza shop, returned the coat, and told the manager he was planning a trip and had to resign.
The store manager didn't seem surprised at all. After all, he'd been working as a bodyguard for a long time since he met the boss, and his delivery job had become more of a part-time job. About three minutes after he resigned, he left when the main group started arriving. He took it as a challenge and tried his hand at it, but he wasn't particularly satisfied.
"Forget it." He said to the cops.
So now Chu Hengkong sat on the rooftop of the building, his legs dangling from the edge. The police set up a cordon, and the office workers inside the building rushed out in a panic, some answering their phones as they ran. He thought to himself, these people are so boring. Even if they were given a day off, they would still be so busy.
If they like their work so much, they might as well live in the building. Why would they run out now? It doesn't matter to them whether they are inside or outside the building.
Chu Hengkong's mind was empty, with nothing on his mind. It seemed like he hadn't been this relaxed for a long time. When he came to his senses, he unconsciously took out his phone and opened the girl's contact information.
Their chats were always brief, with messages like "What time will I arrive?" and "Where can I find you?" This text exchange lasted three years, and he had to flip through a dozen pages on his flip phone to find the original message. He hesitated for a moment, then typed out the last paragraph to conclude the conversation.
[Let’s get a different bodyguard next time. I’m going on a trip.]
【no. 】
He received a reply immediately, as if the other party had expected it. At the same time, the iron door leading to the rooftop was pushed open. Chu Hengkong turned around and saw the girl's expressionless face.
(End of this chapter)
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