Serial crimes
After drifting on the sea for a week, the white cruise ship docked. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. The first and second floors were filled with people getting off the ship. He stood on the top floor and watched as most of them left before preparing to disembark. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by someone, "Sir, you can't leave yet."
He frowned slightly and put down the suitcase. "What's wrong?"
"A gentleman on the cruise ship said he wanted to see you."
Across the entertainment hall was the private room. The staff opened the door for him and said, "Please come in."
The man had his back to him and his face could not be seen, but he was very familiar with the two people standing beside him. He turned around and tried to run to the door, but it was blocked.
His heart was beating like a drum, and his eyes fell on the little white shoes under the table.
The atmosphere was heavy, he calmly placed his hands on his waist, his expression suddenly changed, and the gun was gone.
Suddenly the man turned around, his white shirt loosely draped over his immature body.
"Are you afraid of me?" Shen Shiyu walked in front of him, squatted slowly, and smiled casually, "No, weren't you still very arrogant in Jianan?"
The sweat on Chen Ji's face slid into his clothes. He took this cruise to avoid the Conservatives. He knew that Shen Shiyu had escaped from the police, and he also knew that he would definitely settle accounts with all the past.
"Why don't you speak? I suggest you give your 'winning' speech. After all, you won't be able to speak anymore soon."
Shen Shiyu had the gun in his hand the whole time. He had already pulled the safety while speaking, and naturally put it against Shen Ji's head.
Chen Ji smiled bitterly, he knew that he could not escape death today.
"Whatever, kill me if you want. I don't care about my life. Even if you kill me, it will be useless. No one in the Presbyterian Church or the Radical Party will let you continue to rule the empire. If you kill me today, you will have to kill someone else tomorrow. You will have to fight these poisonous snakes for the rest of your life. In this way, my death will be a relief."
Shen Shiyu looked at him coldly, the muzzle of the gun pointed at his forehead. "I remember you care about your mother the most. If everyone in Mianfei knew that the mother of a famous professor at Mianfei University was actually a mistress who was willing to give herself to a wealthy man, what do you think people would think?"
Anger burned in Chen Ji's eyes. This was his weak spot, and no one could touch it.
"My son is dead. How future generations will compose it is up to me, isn't it?"
Chen Ji could only compromise, "What do you want to know?"
"Besides killing me, what are you going to do?"
Chen Ji burst out laughing. "It seems that our young master has really been out there for too long and doesn't care about worldly affairs. Don't you think it's a bit late to ask now?"
"Killing you is my order from above. If you die, they will nominate a new person to take the position. If you don't die... they will remove you."
He knew very well that the Council of Elders was dissatisfied with him. After all, the original candidate was Nan Jiaxu, but something changed halfway through. He killed his biological father and started a riot. The Council of Elders was forced to recognize his position when they were caught off guard. Now that Nan Jiaxu had completely turned to his side, it was very likely that the Council of Elders would look for a new candidate to replace him.
"Rather than dying under the torture of the Presbyterian Church, it is better for you to die before everything is revealed. Maybe the police officer will still remember your kindness."
Shen Shiyu retracted the gun and fumbled with the muzzle with his thumb, saying with a half-smile: "Your point of view is interesting, but we still have a score to settle. I can't die, so you have to die."
In the last second, Chen Ji thought he was about to escape, but in the next second, Shen Shiyu held down his head and fired a fatal shot from his chin. Blood spurted out from bottom to top, forming a beautiful arc.
The man who had twice put them in danger finally collapsed here, his limp body soaked in blood. Jin Mao handed him a handkerchief, which Shen Shiyu used to clean his gun, completely ignoring the red dot between his eyebrows. "Throw it down to feed the fish."
*
Myanmar is a country that is so tolerant that it is chaotic. Nothing you hear or see here will be surprising. Everyone is trying their best to make things worse in their respective positions. For example, at this moment, they actually held the funeral in the church that was once used for celebrations.
The hypocritical pastor was praying for Chris who had just passed away. The people passing by did not show any sadness. Everyone had a smile on their face, as if they were not attending a funeral. Shen Shiyu had always found it difficult to understand the people here. Their empathy was terribly low, especially those in high positions.
"Kind young master, thank you for coming to attend Councilman Chris's funeral. These are the flowers for prayers, please take them."
To be honest, Shen Shiyu was not familiar with this Chris at all. He came here mainly to confirm a guess, which was related to the gentleman sitting in the front left.
Shen Shiyu took the initiative to go over and say hello.
“Mr. Shen, when did you come back?”
The man did not have an oriental appearance. When he came to Myanmar, he gave himself a Chinese name, Fan Shengke, a very strange name.
"I believe you are not familiar with Chris, so you want to talk about Chris's death?"
He was not shy in the presence of the deceased, and the others also started gossiping with great interest.
"I heard that he committed suicide because he was depressed because he didn't get support from politicians. Could it be that the truth is not so?" someone said.
Fan Shengke shook his head, looking like he knew it all. "Of course not. How could Councilman Chris, with such strong beliefs, commit suicide by slitting his wrists? It's a complete joke. The fact is, he opposed Li Yuwen's application to join the council."
This story started half a year ago. The Burmese president was ill and the political arena became active again. On the road to the parliamentary election, an oriental man, Li Yuwen, suddenly emerged.
This person was hidden very well. Apart from this time, he had hardly ever shown up. No one had even heard of his name before. Shen Shiyu guessed that the person the Elders Council was going to nominate was him.
Before sorting out the whole thing, we must first understand the essence of Myanmar's political arena. The Council of Elders behind Yaojin is a symbol of capital, and most of them are powerful and wealthy clans. In the political arena, they invest money to support their favorite voters. In Yaojin, they use money to support the operation of Yaojin. They use money to commit crimes and use the money obtained from crimes to feed themselves. Therefore, when there is political turmoil, there must be the Council of Elders behind the scenes to stir up trouble. After all, who doesn't want the power they have held for many years to fall into the hands of others?
In addition, there are two political parties in Myanmar, the Conservative Party and the Radical Party. Chris is neutral and does not participate in either party's competition.
"Chris is so kind, so kind that I should shed tears for him," Fan Shengke said, his crocodile tears pretentiously displayed. "How could he be so naive to think of establishing a new free country not controlled by either party? He was so naive. Because his naive priest took his life as a warning."
Shen Shiyu felt sick after hearing this. See, the people here are so sick that they can make party assassination sound so easy.
It was clear that the Elders' Council was focused on the political competition and had no time to take care of Yaojin's internal affairs, which gave him some time.
Shen Shiyu put the flowers into the vase and turned around when Fan Shengke called him, "Mr. Shen, I think you should go see the elders and surrender. After all, I'm really worried that you'll be the next one lying here. If that happens, I'll feel that all my beauty has been wasted. What do you think?"
Anyone can threaten him. This is his situation and this is the outcome he can't escape.
Political and clan forces are intertwined, and police, businessmen, and ordinary people are all subject to control. This is why he said that the task force alone cannot deal with Yaojin. He can die, the leader can be replaced, but Yaojin will not disappear.
Shen Shiyu smiled slightly, "Thank you for your concern. You should worry more about yourself than me. After all, the consequences of offending me will not be good."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I know, I know, your own father died at your hands. Is there anything you wouldn't dare to do, my dear helmsman?"
Shen Shiyu strode forward, leaving the foreigners' ridicule behind.
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