Chapter 118 Chapter 118 The female police officer and her boyfriend...
Noisy and jubilant music and cheers poured in from the high ventilation windows. The moonlight shone into the small and dim linen room, but the person sitting on the floor against the shelf was huddled in a corner where there was no light at all.
The hustle and bustle outside has nothing to do with him. It seems that only darkness can give him a little sense of security.
Gong Xie stared at his trembling hands and took deep breaths over and over again.
Downstairs, in a conference room separated by a corridor and several rooms, his father and brother were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, raising their champagne glasses towards the large screen on the City Hall Square, welcoming one overseas order after another with laughter and joy.
Before they escaped from prison, Zhang San told him that after Hong Kong's return, Chenggong Ceramics would soon reach a new peak, and Gong Chenggong and Gong He would be only one step away from being the richest man in Handong and on the national rich list.
They will become the most famous entrepreneurs in Handong at the dawn of the new century, and then move from industry to real estate, the Internet and e-commerce, becoming the first people in the country to try new things.
Many years later, their deeds will be written into novels, attracting countless readers to emulate this path of industrial development to develop the country!
After deciding to escape from prison with Zhang San, Gong Xie asked, "What happened next? Do they still remember me and my mother?"
Zhang San just stared at him and kept his mouth shut.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Late at night before leaving the prison, Gong Xie banged his head against the wall over and over again.
He couldn't understand how people could be so forgetful, so heartless, and so indifferent!
"Mom...where is my mom, Wei Manli, now?" The reflection of the iron bars divided the ground into countless small strips. He looked up helplessly and asked Zhang San, "If they don't come to claim the body, what will the prison guards do with her? Cremate her? Or...?"
Zhang San paused. "I've read in the legal books in the reading room that the state stipulates that unclaimed bodies of executed prisoners are usually used for organ donation or as cadavers for medical school teaching."
"..." Gong Xie closed his eyes in agony. "They're living a life of luxury outside, while my mother can't even leave behind a complete corpse! As a son, what's the point of living... I might as well die with them!"
Zhang San was very calm, "When we get out, I can try to ask for you. Maybe we still have a chance to steal your mother's body."
"Bang!" Gong Xie suddenly jumped up and grabbed the railing, his eyes shining with hope.
But this ray of light quickly disappeared after they gained "freedom".
On the third day after the Children's Palace bombing, they moved from the Heishuiba urban village to a deserted temple on the outskirts of the city.
After planning the explosion in the square in front of the train station, Zhang San left Gong Xie, who was suffering from intermittent drug addiction, in the temple and went out alone. He did not return until late at night with a large portion of roast duck stolen from the restaurant and news of Wei Manli's body.
"I asked around for you. Wei Manli was executed by firing squad last October. The bailiffs sent the unclaimed bodies to Handong Medical University." Zhang San sat on a dirty, worn mat, gnawing on a duck leg and saying, "Oh, this non-pre-cooked duck leg is damn delicious!"
"What do you mean by non-prefabricated?" Gong Xie asked, confused. "And then, my mom is at that university. Can we go and steal it?"
Zhang San automatically ignored the previous question, shook his head, and replied, "No... I asked the school's cleaner, and the organs sent last year have already been used and are being disposed of as medical waste."
"..." Gong Xie shuddered and muttered, "Using...garbage...My mother is not an object, she is a person!"
Zhang San burped a greasy burp and sighed, "Who says it's not true? ... Blame your heartless father and those two wearing -"
Glancing at Gong Xie's expression, he quickly took back his words, "Anyway, I'll find a way to help you blow your father and your brother up in the air, don't worry!"
Gong Xie gritted his teeth and said with tears in his eyes, "It's not just them, there's also that policewoman named Jiang Tan Little Detective. I want her to apologize too! If it weren't for her, my mother and I wouldn't have been arrested at all!"
"Okay, okay," Zhang San said perfunctorily, shoveling food into his mouth. "We have to move to a new place tomorrow. After the next round of bombings, on the night of the return, we'll pack up and send them back to the west!"
Gong Xie wiped her tears and lay down on two stacked cushions.
During this period, they changed their hiding place almost every day.
Ever since he stole the two magazines, Entrepreneur and Handong Police, at the gate of the Children's Palace that day, Zhang San no longer allowed him to approach these newsstands.
On days when there was no action, he was not even allowed to go out.
Gong Xie didn't know why Zhang San, who had been in prison for more than 20 years, was so sharp and omnipotent that he could predict every move of the police.
But he didn't care. He hid in the shadows, day after day, waiting for June 30th. As long as he could successfully take revenge on the three people he hated, he would give up everything for the rest of his life!
Anyway, Zhang San would not really let him starve, so every time he came back, he would steal some "additive-free, pollution-free, and technology-free" food.
When Gong Xie was still the second young master of the Gong family, he never ate these common people's food, but the prison food was too bad. It was cabbage, vermicelli, radish and tofu every day, so bland that it made his mouth taste bland!
So he could swallow those sesame seed buns, roujiamo, instant noodles and rice with difficulty.
A few days ago, his drug addiction was severe and he couldn't get any cocaine, but Zhang San stole some nicotine patches and tobacco for him, which barely suppressed the terribly uncomfortable feeling.
At this moment, his hands began to shake again. He had just taken out a Hongtashan cigarette butt from his pocket and put it in his mouth when the door was suddenly pushed open.
"It's already this late, and you're still smoking!" Zhang San quickly closed the door with his backhand. "If someone finds out—"
"Nervous! Just one puff!" Gong Xie lit a cigarette, took an impatient drag, stubbed it out on the ground, stood up, and asked, "Are they here yet?"
"They're here." Zhang San said gravely, "The riot police, and the female police officer and her boyfriend are here too."
Nicotine invigorated his nerves. Gong Xie's eyes were fierce as he cracked the joints of his hands, making them make a "snap" sound. "What are you waiting for? Act now!"
"No rush." Zhang San listened to the noise outside the window, took out the gun he had snatched from the prison guard, loaded the bullets, and put it in his waistband. He stretched leisurely, "Follow my plan to ensure that nothing will go wrong."
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Ji Yinhe stood on the glass corridor, looking around.
As a luxury hotel, the Golden Ring Hotel is jaw-droppingly large. It consists of two 16-story twin towers. The lobby on the first floor features a transparent glass skylight and floor-to-ceiling curtain wall design. In addition, two aerial glass corridors are built on the fourth and 12th floors, connecting the east and west buildings.
The venue for the Entrepreneurs Association's activities was set on the 12th floor of the East Building. Ji Yinhe and Lu Zheng patrolled this floor for more than an hour, but still hadn't found Zhang San and Gong Xie.
But there are many rooms here, including guest rooms, conference rooms, workrooms, and dining rooms, all of which are packed with people tonight, making it easy for the suspect to hide in them.
Guan Ye and Qiu Peng each brought a few plainclothes armed police officers, carrying the detector that Lu Zheng borrowed from the Public Security University, and searched for bombs between the two buildings.
"Reporting to Team Leader Ji, there is no one in the venue."
"Team Leader Ji, there's none in the lobby on the first floor."
"Sister Ji, there's no men's room either."
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Shi Youhua, the owner of Baihualou, was startled when she saw them. "What's going on here tonight? Are there any fugitives?"
Comrade Xiao Ji, who was guessed, could only give a perfunctory smile.
At this time, the countdown bell rang in the square, and there were only fifteen minutes left until midnight!
The singing and dancing performances in the square were at their most intense. Instead of dispersing as the night progressed, the number of pedestrians kept increasing.
Sun Gaoge breathlessly handed over a suitcase, and Ji Yinhe carried it into the venue. Standing in a corner where people were toasting, he winked at Gong He, who was dressed in a suit.
Gong He glanced cautiously in the direction of his father, then walked over quickly with his head down.
"There are two bulletproof vests in here." Ji Yinhe handed the box over. "We will try our best to avoid the explosion, but your brother still has guns and bullets."
Gong He didn't answer. He sighed and said, "I prepared it last week in Jiangtan... As you know, my father is very stubborn. He is determined that he will be safe and doesn't want to wear this. Besides, I think you are well prepared."
"..." Ji Yinhe scratched his forehead. "You're talking about the police officers who were carrying detectors. The instruments were too big and bulky, and it was very troublesome to use. They couldn't secretly find the bombs at all... Even you could see that. The two suspects would have noticed it early."
"Alright." Gong He shrugged regretfully, "My father is willing to gamble his life, so I can only sacrifice my own life for you... Excuse me."
He raised his glass towards Ji Yinhe, turned gracefully and returned to the crowd.
Ji Yinhe sighed with a headache, but Lu Zheng walked over quickly and held her hand.
"It suddenly occurred to me—the explosion at the Children's Palace used a timer, and the train station bomb was dropped by a stranger. This time, Gong Xie and Zhang San must want to watch the people they hate get blown up. So they must be at the hotel tonight, but they can't get too close to the bomb. How do you think they'll use to detonate it?"
Ji Yinhe narrowed his eyes, "Remote control?"
"Yes." Lu Zheng took out a notebook from his pocket. On it was the information he had researched last night in the library. "They have no money now. The best remote control device to find is an infrared transmitter. This means that if we can-"
"Find where there's infrared light, and that's where the bomb is planted!" Comrade Xiao Ji raised his eyebrows and patted the five-fold folder in his pocket. "The phone my mom gave me seems to have infrared recognition, but I haven't used it yet... Anyway, let's give it a try!"
Lu Zheng nodded, escorted her out of the venue, took out a five-fold folding bag, opened an app and searched around.
——The red dot on the screen actually lit up!
The two looked at each other in surprise and walked quickly towards the location of the bomb.
"...It's actually a glass corridor?" Ji Yinhe stood by the curtain wall, looking at the floor-standing flower pot two steps away in disbelief. "Teacher Lu, the red dot is pointing here, quickly call the bomb disposal expert up!"
Boom——
A sudden explosion sounded from inside the flowerpot, as if Zhang San and Gong Xie heard her cry for help.
Immediately afterwards, thick black smoke rose up, quickly obscuring the bright moon and stars in the night sky.
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