Chapter 603: With a foul face, no taboos?
Li Shang's back tensed instantly, and his knuckles clenched silently under the table.
Before he could even open his mouth, Chang Erbing slammed the table and stood up:
"Captain Feng, what the hell do you mean by being so sarcastic?"
Feng Ju didn't even raise his eyelids. He just glanced at Chang Erbing with a dead look, and finally fixed his eyes on Li Shang's face. He smiled and said, "Captain Li, tell the brothers next door not to be too tense. The wall is thin, and it's uncomfortable to hear them breathing."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand very naturally, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of greasy fried pork, and brought it to his mouth.
Just as he raised his chopsticks, Li Shang's right hand had secretly slid under the table, with his palm touching the cold metal.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed precisely at Feng Ju's chest across the table, and he would pull the trigger without hesitation if the other party made any unusual movement.
Li Shang himself did not realize that on the one hand, he looked down on Feng Ju and felt that this father was not as capable as his son. On the other hand, he had some inexplicable fear of Feng Ju.
It’s hard to say whether this fear is because the other person’s facial features are too similar to Feng Mu’s.
Feng Ju seemed unaware of anything as he put the slice of meat into his mouth and chewed it twice.
Then he frowned, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he made a "Pooh" sound and spat the chewed meat residue into the empty plate in front of him.
After coming back to life, his sense of taste seemed to have undergone some kind of change. The dishes that ordinary people thought were delicious tasted like rotten swill to him, and every bite had a disgusting fishy smell.
It's getting harder and harder to swallow, but I can't not eat it because I'll be hungry.
Feng Ju put down his chopsticks in annoyance, met Li Shang's fiery eyes, raised the corner of his mouth dangerously and said:
"Don't shoot. Once the gun goes off, I can't say whether I will die or not, but at this distance, you will definitely die."
The air froze instantly.
Li Shang's breathing suddenly stagnated, and he seemed to be back to that rainy day when Feng Mu came to visit his home for the first time.
Damn, Feng Ju’s face looks a bit unfair!
Li Shang's palm, which was holding the gun handle, instantly broke out in cold sweat, becoming sticky and slippery.
He didn't know where Feng Ju's confidence came from. Was it the mechanical arm that flashed with cold metallic light? Or was there something hidden behind him that he didn't know about? But his intuition as a detective told him that Feng Ju was not bluffing.
Was the other party truly certain that he would be the one to die once the gun went off? Damn it, was Feng Ju's martial arts so advanced? A huge sense of doubt and cold fear wrapped around Li Shang's heart like a poisonous snake, and his index finger on the trigger seemed frozen, unable to move.
Feng Ju's foul face brought him too much pressure.
Feng Ju looked at the surprise and doubt in Li Shang's eyes and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't come here to kill Li Shang. On the contrary, he came here to seek cooperation.
But it was necessary to put on a show of pressure in order to make his subsequent words more weighty and to impress Li Shang more, and also to gain some initiative in the subsequent cooperation.
Feng Ju thought he was a talented actor, but he didn't know that he was just a traffic star who relied on his looks to make a living.
He took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice to a very low level:
"Captain Li, don't get me wrong. I didn't want to treat you to this meal. Rather, the special envoy asked me to treat you to it."
After that, he stared at Li Shang and said word by word:
"Captain Li, do you understand what I mean?"
A chill instantly rushed from the soles of Li Shang's feet to the top of his head, making him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.
His throat felt like it was blocked by rough sandpaper, so dry that he couldn't make any sound.
"You...what do you want to say?"
"hehe--"
Feng Ju uttered a short, cold laugh, full of mockery.
"Captain Li is a smart man, why does he have to act dumb?"
He leaned back, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the mechanical arm reflected the cold light under the lamp. He continued, "Before I came, a maid had just died in the villa of the special commissioner. Captain Li is a detective, why don't you deduce how the maid died?"
Li Shang's heart sank.
Feng Ju's voice continued, "I'm actually not sure what was written in the parchment scroll you gave to the special envoy.
But one thing I can see clearly is that the special envoy is very satisfied with your gift, so satisfied that he wishes you would die immediately."
Chang Erbing was so frightened that he screamed "Ah" and fell back into the chair. His face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't speak.
Li Shang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and veins were bulging on his forehead.
He forced himself to calm down, gritted his teeth, and asked through gaps between his teeth:
"You are lying. If the special commissioner really asked you to kill me, why didn't you just do it instead of telling me?"
This was Li Shang's last struggle, trying to find a logical loophole.
Feng Ju saw that Li Shang still had illusions, and sneered, but every word was as sharp as a knife:
"The special commissioner said that if I kill you, I will be the only candidate for the chief of the police station!"
He stared into Li Shang's eyes and asked word by word:
"Captain Li, do you think I should listen to the special commissioner?"
Without waiting for Li Shang to answer, Feng Ju laughed at himself and answered: "I don't think so!"
"Even if I kill you, I won't be able to take the position of director, because..."
He pointed his finger at Li Shang, then at himself: "It will be my turn next!"
Li Shang's hand holding the gun tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again. He stared at Feng Ju with a murderous look, motioning him to continue speaking.
Feng Ju snorted coldly and told the truth: "It's not that I don't want to kill you, nor do I want to save you. I just want to save myself. Our lives are now fucking tied together!
Captain Li, you are now a famous "detective" in District 9, so do you think that my explanation can convince you?"
Chang Erbing turned to Li Shang abruptly, his pupils trembling violently. Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he desperately begged for denial with his eyes - even just a slight shake of the head.
Li Shang's silence was like a heavy hammer falling.
The private room fell into deathly silence, time seemed to be stretched, and every second was filled with suffocating pressure.
A long time passed, as if a century had passed.
Li Shang let out a long breath and said to Chang Erbing in a deep voice:
"Brothers, please stop standing and enjoy your midnight snack."
Chang Erbing trembled all over, his lips moved a few times, and he staggered out of the private room.
In the two private rooms next door, the elite gunmen from the Green Wolf Gang arranged by Ma Bin were leaning against the wall and holding their breath.
The order they received was: if there was any unusual movement in the private room, especially gunshots, they should rush in immediately, save Li Shang at all costs, and get rid of Feng Ju!
It would certainly not be convenient for the "own people" of the police station to kill a captain of the police station, especially one who is a special commissioner. Only Ma Bin could arrange someone to do it, and then the matter could be dealt with cleanly afterwards.
Chang Erbing pushed the door open and walked in. He leaned close to Ma Bin's ear and, with a trembling voice, repeated to Ma Bin what had happened in the private room at an extremely fast speed.
Ma Bin's originally calm face immediately became extremely solemn, and a cold light flashed across his gold-rimmed glasses.
At the same time, Feng Ju and Li Shang sat in the private room and looked at each other coldly.
Li Shang's hand holding the gun seemed to have all its strength drained away, and he slowly pulled it out from under the table.
He picked up the cheap coarse porcelain wine jug on the table and poured himself a full glass of white wine.
Without greeting Feng Ju, he tilted his head back, his Adam's apple rolling violently, and drank the spicy and pungent liquid in the cup in one gulp.
“Cough… cough cough…”
The strong alcohol choked him and made him cough violently several times, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.
He slammed the empty cup heavily on the table and sneered: "I have always thought that the position of the chief of the police station is either yours or mine... Now it seems that we are both wrong, so wrong!"
"This seat... neither of us can sit here! No one can sit here! Haha..."
The laughter echoed in the small private room, and Feng Ju's expression was also complicated and indescribable.
Li Shang stopped laughing, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild animal that was once again cornered: "So? Captain Feng, tell me the purpose of all this. It's not to make me sit here with you and wait to die, right?"
"Waiting to die?"
Feng Ju seemed to be hurt by this word. He slammed his fist on the table, making the cups, plates and bowls clang.
"I don't want to die, and I can't die!"
Feng Ju was filled with sinister murderous intent, his voice was distorted and hoarse, with a kind of morbid madness:
"So, I want to kill the special commissioner. Well, I want you to help me kill the special commissioner."
"What?!"
Li Shang sucked in a breath of cold air, his pupils instantly shrank into pinholes, and his scalp felt numb.
Even though he had prepared for the worst, he never expected that Feng Ju's "self-protection" method would be so crazy.
Killing the special envoy directly, to some extent, is tantamount to breaking the chrysanthemum of Shangcheng~ Li Shang originally thought that they had kidnapped Secretary Hou and directed and acted in a play themselves, which was bold enough, but unexpectedly, Feng Ju was even more wrong. Feng Ju was not the special envoy's dog at all, he was clearly a mad dog, worthy of being the biological father of a good friend!
Li Shang: "You are crazy. Do you know what the status of a special commissioner is in Shangcheng?"
The madness on Feng Ju's face subsided a little, but the determination in his eyes did not diminish at all. He answered honestly: "I don't know the specific identity of the special envoy, but those who come from the upper city must be important figures. But he wants me dead, and he wants you dead too!"
Feng Ju's voice suddenly rose, and he said fiercely: "I have no choice. Either he dies or we die. From the moment you presented the parchment scroll, there is no third way.
Or, tell me, how should we choose? "
Li Shang opened his mouth, suddenly closed his eyes, and after a moment, opened them again.
In those eyes, all the hesitation and struggle were replaced by a more primitive and violent desire to survive.
"You're right!"
Li Shang gnashed his teeth, his mouth full of the taste of blood: "If he doesn't die, we all have to die!"
Feng Ju finally let go of the last bit of worry in his heart. What he feared most was that Li Shang would be frightened by the reputation of Shangcheng and would rather die than resist.
After all, there is a difference between one person dying and the whole family dying.
It was a little beyond his expectation that Li Shang could figure it out so quickly, and it saved him the trouble of trying to convince him.
Feng Ju's tense nerves relaxed a little, and his tone softened a little, but the sense of urgency remained the same:
"We can't delay any longer. We have to kill him before the special commissioner finds out that I betrayed him."
Nonsense, the countdown in front of him is ticking away, how can he not race against time?
Li Shang nodded heavily, his eyes showing a fierce light, but he interrupted Feng Ju first: "It's not easy to kill the special envoy. It's not enough for the two of us alone. It's far from enough. We need help from others."
Li Shang stood up, opened the door, and called in Chang Erbing and Ma Bin.
We are all good brothers, and we must do things together that will cost us our lives, and no one should try to stay out of it.
Li Shang first briefly introduced Ma Bin to Feng Ju, and then explained to them in detail the danger of the current situation.
With every word spoken, the air in the room became more frozen.
After introducing the situation, Li Shang suddenly turned to look at Feng Ju and asked very seriously: "Captain Feng, I think it's not safe enough for the four of us to handle this matter. It would be best if you could also find your son Feng Mu. The people around him are not ordinary."
Li Shang really felt that if he could get Feng Mu to join in on this matter, the success rate would increase by at least 20%.
Hearing this, Feng Ju's face instantly turned as dark as ink. He flatly refused, his voice firm and firm, leaving no room for maneuver: "No! Absolutely not! You can't call me Feng Mu!"
What a joke! He is now more afraid of his "son" than the special envoy.
How could he possibly bring Feng Mu into this again? Once Feng Mu got involved, he would not be able to control how things would develop.
After all, there is a high probability that his son is a monster, and a crazy one at that.
His behavior is totally unpredictable.
When Li Shang saw Feng Ju's intense reaction, a barely perceptible regret flashed across his eyes, but then he felt relieved.
He mistakenly thought that Feng Ju, as a father, was unwilling to drag his only son into this dangerous vortex.
This father and son seem to have a bad relationship, but in fact they still have each other in their hearts.
Li Shang could only nod helplessly: "Well, let's rely on ourselves."
The four men sat at the table and began to discuss the plan to kill the special envoy.
"The security forces around the special envoy."
“Floor plan of the villa.”
“His daily routine.”
"Special Agent's Personal Combat Capability Assessment."
Each piece of key information was repeatedly scrutinized and discussed intensely.
Time passed quietly in the tense and depressing conspiracy.
When they were halfway through the discussion, Feng Ju stopped talking and glanced at Li Shang, Chang Erbing and Ma Bin, then he said naturally, "By the way, that parchment scroll... you should have a backup, right? What weird stuff is written on it? Can you show it to me?"
Seeing the three people looking at him suspiciously, Feng Ju explained calmly, "Perhaps, we will all die at the hands of the special commissioner in the end. Then I should know why I died. When I get to the underworld, I can be a ghost who understands the truth, right?"
He looked at the three of them very openly, with a bit of curiosity in his expression, but he seemed nonchalant and said:
"Okay, stop hiding it. If you have it, take it out and show it to me."
(End of this chapter)
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