Song Zhijun watched the train slowly leave the platform and Xue Aiju's figure gradually disappeared from his sight. Then he turned around and slowly walked out of the waiting room.
The sunlight outside the train station was a bit dazzling. He raised his hand to block it out and accidentally caught a glimpse of a prominent wanted poster from the Ministry of Public Security posted on the wall of the public toilet.
My own photo was prominently displayed on the wanted poster, with the following inscription beside it: "Wanted fugitive Song Zhijun, male, from Shanxi Province. He frequently changes his clothing and uses aliases such as Sun Li, Kang Xuezheng, and Cui Niubi. ... Since January 1986, he has organized gangs in the Shishan area of Jin County, carrying out several robberies, stealing over 100,000 yuan in cash. The gang, led by Song Zhijun, immediately fled the scene after committing the crimes and hid elsewhere. We urge public security departments in all regions to be on the lookout for Song Zhijun and his gang. If you have any leads, please contact the Jinzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau immediately."
Song Zhijun stared at his former appearance on the wanted poster, frowned, and pondered for a moment.
He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he turned around and left quietly. His steps seemed calm, but his heart was already in turmoil.
After getting into the taxi, Song Zhijun leaned back in the seat, and a feeling of heaviness suddenly hit him.
He knew that since the wanted poster had appeared at Guangzhou Station, it must have been plastered all over the country with notices seeking his capture. It was as if the vigilant eyes of public security officers from across the country were now watching him closely from the shadows. It seemed as if there was no longer a peaceful place in this vast world.
His fingers tapped unconsciously on the car window, thoughts swirling in his mind.
He thought about spending 20,000 yuan on plastic surgery to completely change his image, but he was worried that this move would arouse suspicion within the gang.
After all, in this suspicious group, any little disturbance could cause an uproar.
After weighing the pros and cons, he felt it would be more appropriate to go to Hong Kong to avoid the limelight and have plastic surgery there.
As long as he looks completely different from his current self, and the real name and pseudonym he used when committing crimes in Northeast China are not widely circulated in Guangzhou, most of the gang members know nothing about it except for a very small number of close confidants in the gang.
In this way, he might be able to escape the police's pursuit.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Tell yourself not to panic. The more times like this, the more you need to stay calm.
He thought that the safest place right now still seemed to be Guangzhou, a large city with a large outflow of people and a mixed crowd. Once the storm died down a little, he would immediately go to Hong Kong to change his appearance.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, and his thoughts drifted to the prostitute Ye Dongfang again.
He subconsciously looked at his watch and thought to himself that maybe Ye Dongfang was anxiously waiting for him at home.
In recent days, this beautiful and sexually skilled prostitute has joined his gang.
Ye Dongfang's heart is even more cruel than Xue Aiju's, and his methods of seducing men and his skills in defrauding men are even better than Xue Aiju's. The two are not in the same league at all.
In Song Zhijun's eyes, prostitutes are their most important intelligence agents and cash cows when they engage in criminal activities in big cities.
As a bandit leader, he pays special attention to finding prostitutes who are both beautiful and skilled. Only by fully mobilizing the enthusiasm of prostitutes and letting robbers and prostitutes cooperate tacitly can their criminal activities continue and have a "future".
When Song Zhijun thought of Ye Dongfang, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. He grinned with excitement, his slightly crooked mouth, and his eyes were shining.
Soon, he arrived at the South Building, walked up to the sixth floor with great interest, and opened the door of the guest room.
The room was filled with an ambiguous fragrance, and Ye Dongfang was lying lazily on the bed.
Seeing Song Zhijun coming back, she immediately stood up and threw herself into Song Zhijun's arms like a beautiful flower.
The two were hugging each other sweetly and kissing passionately when there was a loud "bang" and the door was slammed open. Three dark shadows rushed in like ghosts.
Song Zhijun was startled, his body instantly stiffening. He stared with wide eyes, horrified at the sight of a black gun pointed at his chest.
In an instant, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and countless questions arose in his mind: Who are these three people with guns?
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