Chapter 670 This terrifying execution
Secretary Hou showed a satisfied smile on his face, patted Li Shang's shoulder heavily, and said in a tone that was half congratulations and half a final warning:
"Good! Good! Good! Captain Li... No, I think I'll be calling you Director Li soon.
Do your job well. The legislators will be watching everything you do. Don't worry, if someone dares to use this to attack you or make things difficult for you, don't be afraid. We have nothing to fear if we are upright.
I believe that Councillor Wang will always be your strongest supporter."
Li Shang's face was full of determination. He nodded heavily with a burning gaze.
Hou Wendong said no more, turned around, opened the door of the ward, and disappeared in the light and shadow of the corridor.
The door closed with a soft click.
Li Shang's face fell, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart:
"Yes, Councillor Wang Xinfa is my strongest support, but he is also the sharpest knife against my back."
He sighed, swiftly tore off his hospital gown, and quickly changed into the police station uniform.
After putting on his favorite clothes, he felt the tingling in his head ease a lot.
Power is the best medicine!
Li Shang opened the ward door and instructed the detectives standing at the door:
"Someone, tell the hospital to wake up Er Bing immediately. I'll take you to solve a major case. Once we succeed, we'll all get promoted together, brothers!"
The four detectives all showed excitement on their faces.
"yes!"
A constable immediately took the order and ran quickly to the doctor's office.
Soon, almost the same scene was repeated.
The doctor in charge came up to Li Shang, who was already dressed neatly and had a stern look on his face, holding the same "Forced Awakening Instructions and Risk Notification Sheet".
"Captain Li, the patient is still very weak. The risk of forced awakening is..."
Li Shang waved his hand and interrupted the doctor rudely. He grabbed the notice and turned to the last page. Without even reading the lengthy clauses, he signed his name.
The handwriting was so sharp that it almost cut through the paper.
He stuffed the notice back into the doctor's hands, his tone cold, and his words were surprisingly similar to Hou Wendong's words just now:
"Please execute this immediately. Er Bing is a senior elite in the police station. District 9's security needs him. I also believe he can't wait to wake up and fight crime."
The doctor in charge was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but suspect that Li Shang was pretending to be unconscious and eavesdropped on the conversation between him and Secretary Hou.
Otherwise, why would he speak in exactly the same tone?
This is why the doctor misunderstood Li Shang. He was indeed unconscious, and he was just worried about his good brother after waking up.
After all, what are so-called good brothers are those who share hardships and happiness together, and no one should be left behind.
Chang Erbing woke up quickly and hurriedly, and walked up to Li Shang with tears in his eyes.
The two hugged each other tightly in the hospital corridor, celebrating each other's survival and sharing of hardships again.
The scene was so touching that the four detectives nearby were extremely envious.
The only pity is that this scene of brothers hugging each other is missing a brother...
……..
Ma Bin definitely did not intentionally ignore the calls from his "brothers" and pretend to be dead.
He is not Feng Ju, who is always guilty. He has always been... open and honest with his brothers.
But his current situation is really... difficult to talk about, and it is inconvenient for him to answer the phone.
He was afraid that Li Shang and Chang Erbing might be too enthusiastic and insist on coming to find him, and then scare them into something bad.
At this moment, Ma Bin was not in the Blood Rose Bar, but in a hidden house.
The air was filled with the unique smell of old houses, a mixture of dust mites, mildew, and a faint scent of mutated and rotting flesh.
This house is not big, and its furnishings are simple, even crude, and its owner is a "living person" who does not exist.
That is, this "person" lives vividly in the electronic files of the Executive Yuan's citizen system - he has regularly updated identity information, fragmented records of water, electricity and energy expenditures, and even various consumption flows.
Everything looks like a real living person, but in fact this person has already died in some corner of District 9.
Ma Bin has quite a few safe houses like this one under his control.
As the leader of the Green Wolf Gang, he was able to mobilize money and manpower, as well as the "friendship" with officials in certain departments of the Executive Yuan that he inherited from the previous leader.
(P.S.: Refers to the details of the transactions between the former Green Wolf Gang and certain low- and mid-level governors. See Chapter 72 for details.)
Although these officials did not hold high positions, Ma Bin did not do anything too outrageous. It would not have been difficult for him to create several "safe houses" out of thin air.
He spent a lot of effort to prepare these safe houses bit by bit in secret.
The original intention was to provide an absolutely reliable hiding place and an extra level of security for members of the organization who would come to District 9 to cause trouble one day in the future.
But he never expected that the first person forced to use this place would be himself.
He really has no other choice!!
After all, he had not expected that the old zombie who was resurrected by [Mask] would be so "diligent" and so obedient.
Ma Bin was seen sitting on an old sofa. The leather on the surface of the sofa had cracked, revealing the dull sponge underneath.
The furniture in the safe house was all matched when they were bought, and Ma Bin had never renovated it. Anyway, the brothers and sisters of [Destiny] have never been picky about living conditions.
And it was right next to the sofa, less than a foot away from him.
A certain resurrected old zombie was lying on all fours in an extremely ergonomically unsuitable posture.
The withered and shriveled limbs were twisted, and the joints were supported at strange angles. Like a deformed old dog that had been transformed by a cruel experiment, it crawled silently and stubbornly in the shadow at his feet.
On his back was a corpse that had begun to stiffen.
As the zombie old man's breathing rose and fell slightly (if it still needed to breathe), it swayed unnaturally from side to side, and its center of gravity was obviously extremely unstable.
But it is like a tumbler, no matter how it swings, it sticks tightly to the "dog's back" and just can't fall off.
Just ask yourself, in this situation with one person, one zombie and one dead body, how could Ma Bin calmly answer Li Shang's call.
After all, Li Shang would definitely ask him where he was now, so how should he answer?
Of course, Ma Bin is not incapable of adapting.
Of course, he thought about locking the two "corpses" in the safe house, then sneaking out to meet up with his brothers.
Tell them the thrilling story he encountered in the sewer.
He even polished the draft of the story several times in his mind to ensure that the plot was full of ups and downs and the details were vivid, which was definitely ten times more exciting than what Li Shang and Hou Wendong described.
But……
When it comes to lying skills, Ma Bin has never been afraid of anyone.
Oh no~
There was one person he felt a little inferior to.
However, ideals are full of hope, but reality is very... corpse-like.
No matter where Ma Bin went, the zombie old man would follow him closely, with the longest distance not exceeding 0.3 meters.
Not to mention going out, even if he went to the bathroom to pee, the old zombie would get on all fours and follow him in a flash, in a seemingly slow and clumsy but actually extremely fast posture.
Ma Bin couldn't even close the door to protect his privacy because the door was smashed to pieces by the old zombie who raised his deformed and disabled claws.
Ma Bin immediately gave up the idea of going out alone.
I can’t get rid of it, I can’t get rid of it at all, the zombie dog... is too clingy.
After Ma Bin tried it several times, he finally found that only when he sat on the sofa without moving would the zombie dog be particularly obedient and lie motionless at his feet.
What can Ma Bin do?
He is also very desperate.
You can't beat him, you can't get rid of him, and talking to him is like talking to a dog.
The culprit of all this can be traced back to the last clear instruction Feng Mu gave to the zombie old man before he left, pointing his finger at him -
"Get on your back and follow him!"
Can you say that the old zombie understood it wrong?
Can you say that it is not implemented properly?
Quite the opposite!
The old zombie's understanding couldn't have been more correct, and his execution was meticulous and 100% thorough.
Ma Bin is such a smart and flexible person, but he is completely frustrated by this absolutely rigid "execution ability" and can only hope that Feng Mu can finish the job as soon as possible.
Then, he suddenly remembered that he, a living person (and two pieces of "luggage" that came with it) were left here, so he was kind enough to come and look for him.
otherwise……
"Why--"
Ma Bin leaned back on the broken sofa, looked at the ceiling, and sighed for who knows how many times that day.
But as he sighed, he didn't know what went wrong, his facial expression suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull upwards, revealing an extremely strange smile.
He murmured in admiration:
"This execution ability, this absolute obedience to orders, he's a real talent... No, a corpse talent...
If possible, we should let those idiots in the gang come and watch and learn what it means to strictly follow every word of the boss' instructions! "
Ma Bin couldn't help but have some thoughts in his mind, and he was really seriously considering the feasibility of this matter.
It's not about letting the idiots in the gang come to observe and learn, that's too stupid, but... transforming and evolving some of the idiots in the gang into zombie dogs...
Since we are all idiots anyway, why not become more obedient stupid dogs? ! !
…….
Although only one day has passed since yesterday.
But from a feeling perspective, Zuo Bai felt as if a whole year had passed.
It is no exaggeration to say that the ups and downs, twists and turns of this night were so exciting that they even surpassed the sum of his first half of life.
In just one night, his mind experienced violent earthquakes again and again. His original cognitive structures were shattered and forced to be reassembled between life and death.
The result was that he changed from a pure believer who regarded science as the golden rule to a half-scientific, half-metaphysical... a mixed-race hybrid.
And his body also changed from a complete person to a castrated...ballless person.
Of course, these changes may be difficult for ordinary people to accept, but for him, it's just a drop in the bucket...bullshit.
He now has to squat even to pee, which is simply unacceptable.
Fortunately, his actions yesterday finally moved [Fate], and Team 103 finally half-accepted him.
Although he was nominally given to [Mask], in reality, he was still being kept in Team 103.
Moreover, his treatment in all aspects has been improved... The most significant change is that he no longer has to stay in the trunk of a taxi.
Do you know what this means?
From somewhere, there seemed to be a resentful thought coming from somewhere - Taxi: "......?" Does it mean that I am dead?
Zuo Bai mobilized his newly established "Science and Metaphysics" logical system to conduct a rigorous deduction to understand the profound meaning behind this:
This was more than just a change in sleeping position; it was a powerful signal—it signified that he had once again been upgraded from a packaged cargo back to the realm of human beings.
In other words, in fact, he has now secretly become a glorious semi-non-staff member of the [Destiny] team.
Maybe, if he works harder... before he sees [Mask] again, he will officially become a new member of Team 103?
The evidence is that he slept in the bed last night.
A real, not-so-soft but definitely flat bed with a fabric smell.
God knows how many days he has spent curled up on the hard cushioning in the trunk of a taxi.
Tears in my eyes!
Zuo Bai was really excited. This excitement was even comparable to the ecstasy he felt when he successfully completed a major scientific experiment for the first time in his life.
Therefore, last night, due to extreme physical and mental fatigue, Zuo Bai fell asleep almost the moment his head touched the pillow.
I don’t know if it’s because you dream at night what you think about during the day, but he had a particularly strange and terrifying dream.
Strictly speaking, this doesn't seem like a typical nightmare.
Because throughout the dream, he was in a strange "safe" state, and there were no horrible monsters from his imagination chasing him.
But if we say it is a beautiful dream, it seems to have a hint of twisted "beauty".
Because the main content of the dream is that he has been continuously sadistic towards another person.
Theoretically speaking, playing the role of inflicting pain and controlling the suffering of others in a dream should bring a twisted pleasure, a sense of relief from dark desires, and should be classified as a "sweet dream".
But Zuo Bai didn't feel "beautiful" at all. Instead, he felt a deep fatigue and inexplicable fear.
The root of the problem is that in the dream, he was not the one who wanted to torture the other person, but the person being tortured was ordering him to torture over and over again in a cold and irresistible tone.
"Zuo Bai, shock me again."
"Zuo Bai, shock me again."
"Zuo Bai, shock me again."
“…”
He heard this sentence all night long, a thousand and eight hundred times, so much so that when he woke up, his ears were still buzzing, as if he had lingering auditory hallucinations.
It’s so scary!!!
(End of this chapter)
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