"Head, what should we do now?"
When the old police officer walked out of the holding area, several people immediately gathered around him. Many of them had followed him to the motel. The first person at the front was his deputy, who was obviously a little nervous. "There was a call from the hospital. Young Master Zhao is really not dead, but... But when you think about it, so many bullets hit him, and he is not dead yet. This... what is it like?"
The people in the circle felt a little cold, nodded repeatedly, and said with a guilty conscience, "Yes, what should I do?"
"What else can be done?"
The old police officer gritted his teeth and cursed, "Who the hell would have thought that we would encounter such a thing. Not only did we meet Qinggang Office people, but we also met a madman... If I had known that it would be such a troublesome thing, I wouldn't have listened to Zhao's instigation..."
As he spoke, he suddenly felt nervous. "Have you returned the things you collected?"
The police officer next to him nodded hurriedly. "Retreat, retreat, everyone retreats, Mr. Zhao... the person named Zhao is unconscious, and no one else knows."
"Remember, we just made an ordinary police call, understand?"
The old police officer stared hard at the people present, lowered his voice and said, "The man named Zhao is crazy. He made this matter so big. He said hello to everyone, and wanted to cover the sky with one hand. I thought he was really going to deal with an ordinary convoy, but I didn't expect that it also involved people with abilities... Involving these lunatics, no matter how powerful the Zhao family is, they can't easily end it..."
"Especially, he was beaten into a piece of rotten meat..."
"It's really strange. This person named Zhao is not so unreliable usually. Why is he so reckless this time?"
He shook his head vigorously, no longer thinking about the mess, and just ordered:
"If you want to live a good life, you must not have anything to do with these people and retreat immediately..."
"Understand?"
"..."
Some of my subordinates were confused and nodded repeatedly, but others were puzzled and asked in a low voice:
"In this case, why not just let him go directly to Qinggang Office?"
"Has all the food you eaten gone up to your stomach?"
The old police officer lowered his voice and shouted, "The man named Zhao was beaten into a piece of rotten meat, and his family will not give up. If we don't bring him back, won't the Zhao family cause trouble for us? Damn it, if this happens, the only thing we can do..."
He paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Just act in accordance with the law!"
All the young police officers had straight eyes. This was the first time they spoke such official language in an informal setting.
It was also when Lu Xin began to seriously think about family issues, Central City Satellite City No. 7 Fourth People's Hospital, above the roof, a helicopter landed with a roar of strong winds. A middle-aged man wearing a black suit, holding a pipe in his mouth, and with a carefully trimmed short beard on his lips, walked out of the helicopter with his back bowed, then took the elevator and came to a ward.
An emergency operation was underway in the ward, and a dozen bloody bullets were already placed on the plate next to it.
Lying on the bed was a complete head. It looked quite handsome, but the body was almost turned into rotten flesh.
The doctors who were operating stepped aside and gave their place to this middle-aged man with a pipe in his mouth.
None of them dared to remind him that smoking was not allowed in the operating room.
The man looked at Zhao Hui lying on the bed carefully, and the muscles on his face tensed slightly.
After a while, he said hoarsely, "How could this happen?"
"It was done by capable people."
Next to him, a man in a crisp suit whispered, "Twenty-four bullets all entered his body, but they perfectly avoided all the vital points. They didn't even damage the fatal artery. So he is still alive. Except for people with abilities, no one else can make sure that he can be sent to the hospital alive after emptying two magazines."
The middle-aged man nodded slowly and said, "Where is that capable person?"
"Satellite City No. 7 Second Detention Center."
The secretary whispered, "It's not our Central City ability user, it seems to be related to Qinggang."
"Qinggang..."
The middle-aged man repeated slowly, and then there seemed to be a smile on his face. Under the half-bright and half-dark lights in the operating room, his smile looked a little ferocious, but his voice was still very calm. "My son is stupid, arrogant, uneducated, and greedy, and... he also has that kind of unspeakable psychological problem, but he is my son after all."
"I know him well. He makes small mistakes all the time, but his nature is cowardly and he cannot make big mistakes."
At this point, he paused for a moment and turned to look at his secretary. "So, why was he beaten like this?"
The secretary was silent for a while and said, "It seems to be because he made unspoken rules... a certain driver."
The middle-aged man frowned. "Male or female?"
The secretary said, "Female."
A sneer appeared on the middle-aged man's face, "How can a person like him be a female driver?"
Faced with this question, the secretary also fell silent, not knowing how to answer.
"Get me a gun with four magazines!"
The middle-aged man turned around and walked out, saying, "No matter how disappointing your son is, he is also my son. And he is my only son. I rarely care about the family and neglect to discipline him, and it is because I have been staying in the research room and for us Central City. Now, my son has been beaten like this. If I continue to ignore him, how can I be worthy of him Mom?"
"Since that ability user hit him, there must be a reason to hit him, but it doesn't matter."
"After I shoot the bullets from these four magazines into him, you can start investigating what happened."
"Since he is a person with abilities, he probably won't die so quickly."
"Hey, kid..."
In the empty warehouse, Lu Xin sat obediently on the bare wooden bed, waiting for his dinner.
A shout suddenly rang out from the two nearby warehouses, which were obviously a little crowded due to the transfer of personnel.
A strong gangster with yellow hair and a silver stainless steel tooth punched the railing and shouted to Lu Xin, "You have a lot of face. You buy food and cigarettes. Tell me, how did a young man like you end up here?"
Lu Xin glanced at them and lowered his head.
Although he was imprisoned, he was different from these bad guys.
"Fuck, what about you..."
There was another sound of beating the railing hard, making a bang bang sound, and shouting loudly to Lu Xin:
"Are you pretending to be a young man when you get to this place? Do you know that you have to follow the rules?"
"..."
Lu Xin breathed a sigh of relief, held his right hand that had been shaking with excitement, and remained silent, thinking about life.
"Pa..."
Suddenly a shoe was thrown over. Lu Xin looked up in time, and the shoe fell from in front of him and was thrown on the ground on the other side.
"Hahahaha..."
There was a burst of laughter in the surrounding warehouses on both sides, and all the prisoners were smiling excitedly, as if they were very amused.
Lu Xin breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said to himself, "I'm already in the detention center anyway..."
Seeing him stand up, the people next to him shouted louder, "Why are you in a hurry? Are you in a hurry?"
"Come on, come on, I'll teach you the rules..."
"..."
Amid their roars of laughter, Lu Xin turned and walked towards them. Facing the group of smiling faces that were getting closer and closer, he twisted his neck, dwarfed, and tightened his body strangely. His bones seemed to be deformed and broken, and he passed directly through the railing and came to the warehouse on the left.
Looking at the faces whose smiles gradually disappeared and their eyes gradually turned weird and frightened, he showed a very gentle smile:
"Hello."
"Who threw the shoes?"
"..."
When young guard, who went out to buy food for Lu Xin, came back with a box of lunch with chicken legs and a pack of ten-yuan cigarettes, he opened the iron door of the corridor and saw Lu Xin in the left warehouse, holding down a gangster with dyed golden hair.
The people in the surrounding circle were all pressed against the wall. Some had bruises on their noses, some had swollen faces, some had their pants dropped, and they were covering their crotches with their hands.
They usually would be upset when something happened, but at this time each of them was more well-behaved than the other, and no one even shouted cheers.
He was taken aback, blew the whistle in a hurry, slapped the railing hard, and shouted, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"How do you hit someone?"
"... How did you come here?"
"..."
Lu Xin stood up from the gangster, lifted his pants, twisted his body, and got back into the middle warehouse through the railing.
"You can't blame me."
Lu Xin defended with an innocent look. "I was sitting in the middle, and this guy kept scolding me. I thought about just ignoring him at first, but I didn't expect that not only did he not stop scolding me, he even took off his shoes and hit me. Of course I had to go over and beat him."
As he spoke, he clenched his fists to show that he was still very fierce.
Young guard looked at the fist-sized gap between the fences and shivered as he remembered the old police officer's instructions before leaving.
After a while, he reluctantly said, "Okay..."
As he spoke, he looked worriedly at the warehouse on the left. "Is he dead?"
A group of inmates standing against the wall shook their heads at the same time.
"Okay..."
Young guard felt relieved, handed the lunch box and cigarettes in, and said to Lu Xin, "If you need anything else, call the guard."
"Got it."
Lu Xin nodded honestly, sat back on the small wooden bed with his lunch box and cigarette, and slowly began to enjoy his dinner.
The aroma of chicken legs filled this warm and friendly detention center.
Lu Xin finished the last grain of rice in the lunch box with the sound of drooling and swallowing, then sat on the small wooden bed, lit a cigarette, slowly blew out the smoke ring, looked down in surprise, and unexpectedly discovered that the quality of the cigarette was not bad.
Although it is not as good as the golden filter that Vice President Xiao gave me originally, it is still much better than the one that cost three yuan a pack.
After eating and smoking, he started to think about some serious things.
For example, the relationship between myself and my father.
When Mom left before, he was actually a little worried. He was worried that without anyone to take care of his father, he would take the opportunity to bully him and his sister, or take the opportunity to escape. But it turned out that his father was surprisingly kind, and even took the initiative to show kindness to him...
When he was in the motel, his performance was quite touching.
So, in return, should I give my father more trust?
Since entering the second stage, I have tried to find opportunities to peacefully coexist with my father, carefully deepening my understanding.
The effect is very obvious. Before, I kept my father locked up and didn't dare to let him out. Now I can at least borrow his power. However, the vigilance in my heart cannot be completely eliminated. I usually give it a maximum of 10% trust...
When Sea Nation attacked, I gave almost 50% to my father because I was in a bad mood.
In the motel yard, at a certain moment, I gave him more than 70% trust.
In other words, at that time, his father could theoretically cause more damage in an instant than when he solved Red-robed Apostle, and even take that opportunity to leave him directly... Of course, there was only the possibility of leaving him, and there was no guarantee that he would succeed.
What will happen if the trust level approaches or reaches 100?
Lu Xin is actually looking forward to the moment when he and his father truly reconcile and can understand and trust each other.
But that kind of trust is not easy to achieve...
After all, everyone has different hobbies and temperaments. He likes to cook and I like to eat.
He loses his temper easily and is petty, but he...
"Shasha..."
There was a vague sound of rain outside the small window, and it started to rain lightly at some point.
Lu Xin became a little clearer, smelling the moist scent of grass coming in from the window, and raised his head slightly.
This world is so beautiful, I like it very much.