Shen Kong bent down, took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the man who was lying on the ground wailing, and then kicked him unconscious with a neat and accurate kick, and the room returned to silence in an instant.
He took out a cigarette and held it to his lips, then lit it with a lighter. His fingers, which had been stained dark brown by blood, trembled slightly due to exhaustion.
Green smoke rose, and the pungent smell of tobacco flowed down the throat into the chest, stimulating the still tense nerves.
Shen Kong sighed contentedly, falling back into the chair beside him and narrowing his eyes slightly.
——It’s a good cigarette. It seems that this person knows how to enjoy life.
He pushed hard on the edge of the table beside him, and the whole chair spun with his movement. The rising smoke blurred his vision, but it could not hide the mess in the whole room. Tables and chairs were overturned in a mess. The messy room was full of traces of fighting, and several spots of dried blood were spread on the ground and walls. Bullet holes were deeply embedded in the partitions, like eyes staring with bared fangs and claws.
Shen Kong held on to the rotating chair, but frowned suddenly because of pulling the wound.
He lowered his head to check his thigh. The area grazed by the bullet was oozing blood, and his pants were stained a wet dark red.
After all, this is not his own body, and in many situations he is unable to exert his full strength.
Fortunately, the Han family was cautious and paid great attention to concealment when taking action. They did not send a large number of manpower and highly lethal weapons without regard for the consequences. Instead, they mainly used small teams with a small number of people. This allowed Shenkong to occupy the terrain advantage and hold out for such a long time.
However, this body has basically reached its limit. If I continue to be trapped in the same place, I am afraid that things will develop in an unpredictable direction.
Shen Kong stood up and skillfully tied up the unconscious man lying on the ground, then dragged his legs into the house, opened the door of the compartment and threw him in, to accompany the more friends he had subdued.
After he transferred the final payment of 2 million to Dr. Chen's account, he checked the door lock one last time, grabbed the car keys he had found from one of the men, and turned to walk into the basement.
Han Li sat quietly on the hospital bed, staring at his injured leg that was fixed. No one knew what he was thinking. There was no expression on his pale face, and his pair of dark eyes were dark and cold, which was a little creepy.
Perhaps it was Chen Kong's illusion, he felt that Han Li seemed to have matured a lot overnight.
——As if he had figured something out.
When he heard footsteps coming from the door, he looked in the direction of the sound, and a bit of liveliness appeared on his face.
Chen Kong walked quickly to the bedside, and pulled the infusion needle out of Han Li's hand with a swift movement. He then expertly bandaged and fixed his injured leg, picked up Han Li easily, and strode out. There was no explanation, no pause. The whole process was smooth, as if all his actions were natural and reasonable.
Han Li subconsciously clutched Chen Kong's collar, his whole body tense and resisting, but he controlled himself and did not struggle.
He raised his eyes and stared at Chen Kong's neat chin, his childish voice was hoarse like the friction of gravel:
"What happened to my leg?"
A system prompt sounded in my ears: "Attention, correctional officers! Now is the best time to help the target person accept and correctly deal with his disability! Please seize the opportunity to help the villain establish healthy and correct values!"
Chen Kong glanced at Han Li calmly and said lightly:
“It’s broken.”
system:"……"
Han Li lowered his eyelashes, and the fingers that were grabbing Chen Kong's collar tightened a little more, and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he was restraining something.
Chen Kong added fuel to the fire without any sympathy:
"Think positively. Even though you won't be able to walk anymore, at least you haven't had your limb amputated, right?"
system:"…………"
I'm afraid this mission cannot be completed.
It finally couldn't help but asked Shen Kong: "Why?"
These three short words contain countless questions that have remained in my mind since I entered this world - why couldn't the correctional officer this time follow the proper routine? Why did things go in a direction that it had never expected?
Shen Kong replied heartlessly:
"Won't he be happy when he finds out that his leg condition isn't as serious as I said?"
The system was silent - although I know that what you said is nonsense, why does it sound like it does make sense...?
Shen Kong opened the car door, then bent down and placed Han Li in the back seat.
Han Li's lowered palm accidentally brushed against the outside of Chen Kong's thigh, and he instantly felt his palm become warm and wet. He was stunned, and in the dim light in the car, he saw that his palm was dyed dark red by the scarlet and sticky blood. Han Li's face finally showed some life.
He raised his head and looked at Chen Kong, with a threatening light flashing in his dark pupils, and asked in a low voice:
"Are you hurt?"
Chen Kong didn't even raise his eyebrows, and replied calmly:
"Don't worry, it's not broken."
Han Li seemed to be unaware of Chen Kong's deliberate act of rubbing salt into his wounds. He simply lowered his head again, staring at the glaring red color in his palms, and pursed his lips.
Shen Kong was too lazy to guess the child's thoughts, so he closed the back door and sat in the driver's seat with his legs raised.
As he lit the fire, he asked in his mind, "By the way, where was Han Li picked up after he rolled off the cliff?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the disposable phone in his pocket vibrated slightly. Shen Kong opened the screen and saw that the location had been sent by the system. From the map, the distance from here was not too far, no more than 20 minutes' drive. The only thing that was not ideal was that the roads nearby were basically blocked, and... If Shen Kong's guess was correct, and the person who attacked Han Li behind the scenes had a normal IQ, the only way in and out should have been controlled and monitored by the people sent by the Han family a long time ago.
Before Chen Kong could say anything, the system considerately marked a new route for him on the map.
This route avoids the main road, which may be under surveillance, and also avoids dangerous and steep terrain.
Shen Kong raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Oh, sure."
He started the car and headed towards his destination along the route marked on the map.
The uneven terrain caused the car to shake and bump. Han Li, who was sitting in the back seat, frowned, his pale face becoming increasingly bloodless, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing. His pair of dark eyes stared at Chen Kong through the rearview mirror, implying some strange sense of inquiry.
Shen Kong noticed his gaze and looked back, but Han Li turned his head away at the same time.
...It’s really hard to understand children’s minds.
Chen Kong retracted his gaze and looked back at the dusty road ahead, but at the moment when his attention was distracted, two black cars suddenly jumped out from the dirt road extending downward in front of him, blocking the road ahead.
He was slightly startled, and hurriedly turned the steering wheel to try to break through, but the rear tire seemed to be stuck in the potholes on the undulating road, making a buzzing sound in vain. Shen Kong's expression turned cold, and his palm slid down silently and pressed on the handle of the gun. His muscles tensed up, and he seemed like a blade that could be unsheathed at the next moment, quietly waiting for the best opportunity.
A tall and thin man walked down from the back seat of the car in front, and the strong wind in the mountains stopped at this moment.
The dust gradually settled.
Chen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently stroked the uneven pattern on the gun handle with his thumb——
At this moment, he heard Han Li in the back seat exclaim in confusion:
"…Third uncle?"
Shen Kong was stunned and stopped what he was doing—third uncle? Someone from Han Li’s mother’s family?
His mind raced like lightning, and he quickly recalled how the system had proactively provided him with a line just now. Everything seemed to be clear. Shen Kong leaned back and asked in his mind, "So, the man opposite was sent by the Zhao family to pick up Han Li?"
The system replied: "Yes."
Shen Kong frowned: "Since you are so powerful, why didn't you say it earlier?"
The system's mechanical voice was still cold: "The longer the correctional officer spends with the target person, the higher the success rate of correcting the three views. Prolonging the treatment time will help complete the task."
Chen Kong even had the leisure to take out a cigarette and put it between his lips: "Then why not extend it now?"
"According to relevant calculations, the longer the time spent together, the less likely the task will be completed."
——There may even be negative effects.
For some reason, Shen Kong heard a hint of resentment in the system's emotionless voice.
It continued: "Please choose your exit method, the studio transmission system will take you to the next major turning point in the target's life. The countdown begins: 30, 29..."
——It seems there is no time for one last cigarette.
Chen Kong took the cigarette from his lips with some regret and put it aside.
Then, he turned his head to look at Han Li in the back seat, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a frivolous and playful smile:
"Bye, little devil."
After saying that, Chen Kong opened the car door and jumped into the dense forest skillfully. Before Han Li could react, the lush forest instantly swallowed up his figure, leaving only the driver's seat with the car door wide open.
The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angels who cast [bazooka]: Chu Huaiqi 1;
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