Chapter 70 Monster
Chapter 70 Monster
Zhao Chenghao is impulsive and does things without considering the consequences. Due to his limited education, his knowledge is very limited. An Rusong believes that if Shen Taian had not restrained and protected him in the past, the grass on this guy's grave would have been half a person tall.
However, what this guy said tonight made a lot of sense, which was "The weather is really nice tonight."
It was a stormy night, a murder night. A group of people came wrapped in raincoats and left wrapped in raincoats. They burned down the entire basement without leaving any trace. Considering that there are only a few surveillance cameras in Seoul nowadays, it is really not an easy task to find An Rushong and his group of murderers.
The most important thing is that those people who appear in the CD images will never allow the police to track them down in a big way, because if they keep tracking them down, they may get themselves implicated.
But even so, An Rushong did not dare to take it lightly. He firmly believed that there is no impenetrable wall in this world. What's more, everything they did tonight was not without loopholes. For example, the three people Zhao Chenghao brought with him to do the work might leak the information.
The Hyundai sedan slowly stopped downstairs of the Songquandong mansion in the pouring rain. An Rusong stopped the young driver who tried to get out of the car to hold an umbrella for him, took the umbrella from him, and patted Zhao Chenghao on the knee, saying, "Let's go downstairs and have a cigarette."
Zhao Chenghao was frowning and thinking about something. After hearing this, he subconsciously asked back: "Why don't you smoke in the car? No one cares here."
An Rushong pursed his lips, said nothing, just pushed open the car door and got out.
Fortunately, although Zhao Chenghao asked, he got out of the car with him, then jogged after him and hid under the umbrella he was holding.
The two walked all the way to the eaves in front of the unit door. An Rushong folded his umbrella and put it on the ground. He then took out a shriveled cigarette box from his trouser pocket and pulled out two flattened cigarettes.
"Have mine," Zhao Chenghao glanced at the cigarette that was almost broken into two pieces, took out his own cigarette and said.
"Brother Chenghao," An Rusong said with a serious expression after lighting up the cigarette and taking a puff, "You must take my words seriously, because this matter really concerns our life and death. It can even be said that it is not only our life and death, but also the life and death of Brother Jingsheng, Rubin, and all the people who are closely related to us."
Zhao Chenghao opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
"Believe me, the people involved in the CD, whether it's Zhao Jinman, Park Xitai, or Jeon Jung-shin, are not people we can deal with," An Rusong continued, "If they knew we had these things in our hands, you can imagine what means they would use to deal with us."
Zhao Chenghao pursed his lips. He was not really stupid, but he was just a bit stubborn. In the final analysis, he was just foolish and bold, not afraid of death. But since the matter involved Zhao Jingsheng, he had to think more. After all, he might not be afraid of death, but he certainly didn't want to drag his brother Jingsheng down with him.
"Now, listen to me for two things," An Rusong continued, seeing that he had taken it seriously, "First, those CDs must be placed in an absolutely safe place. Don't let anyone know about it, especially those who are working with us tonight."
"They are all our own people," Zhao Chenghao couldn't help but say.
"I know they are our own people," An Rusong nodded and said, "Precisely because they are our own people, we need to keep them away from danger, and those CDs are very dangerous. Therefore, the fewer people who know where they are stored, the better. It would be best if only you know about it."
Zhao Chenghao frowned, but nodded.
"The second thing," An Rusong said, "the brothers who followed us tonight have worked very hard. Give them some money and let them go abroad for a while."
At this point, he seemed to remember something and changed his words: "Right, our Earth Fire plug-in is becoming more and more popular and attracting more and more attention. For safety reasons, it is time for us to build a service point in the Philippines."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Chenghao's face was not looking good. He said, "I have already said that they are all our own people."
"Brother Cheng Hao, I know they are one of our own," An Rusong repeated what he had just said, and then continued, "So, I told you to give them some money so that they can travel abroad for a while, and then go to the Philippines to prepare for our service point. You can offer them a higher salary. If 500 million won a month is not enough, then 700 million, or even 1000 million."
Feeling that his voice was a little loud and his emotions seemed a little excited, he stopped again, adjusted his emotions, and then continued in a soothing tone: "Brother Cheng Hao, this is not a lack of trust in our own people, nor is it a punishment for our own people, but a kind of protection for everyone. The most important thing is, how do you know they are unwilling to accept this condition? Do you think they can earn a high salary of 1000 million won per month by staying in Seoul? They only need to work in the Philippines for three to five years, and they can retire directly after returning. Will they be unwilling to accept it?"
"You just don't trust your own people!" Zhao Chenghao wanted to refute him, but he couldn't think of any reason to refute, so he could only say it angrily.
In fact, he certainly knew that An Rusong's offer was very tempting. A monthly salary of 1000 million won was two or three times higher than the monthly salary of a civil servant in Seoul. For his subordinates who made a living by fighting, with such a salary, they would not even want to go to the Philippines, and even to Namibia. As An Rusong said, if they worked there for three to five years, they could retire when they came back.
But Zhao Chenghao just felt unhappy. He felt that An Rushong's behavior was an insult to the word "friendship" and a betrayal of the trust between brothers.
Too lazy to refute this guy's nonsense, An Rushong took a puff of cigarette and said, "Brother Cheng Hao, of course you can trust your own people. In fact, like you, I am also willing to trust my own people. But there is a premise here, that is, our trust should not be based on risking our own lives."
Throwing away the half-smoked cigarette, he continued, "Like I said just now, this matter is about our life and death. If I were you, no matter how close these brothers are to me, I would arrange for them to leave Korea temporarily. Because I know very well that if there is any mistake in this matter, I will be finished. This is not gambling cards. If you lose once, you can pay it back next time. We don't stand a chance, Brother Cheng Hao!"
"If you don't trust me, you can tell Brother Jingsheng what happened tonight and listen to his opinion," An Rusong said, shaking Zhao Chenghao's arm. "I believe he will agree with me."
Zhao Chenghao turned around and walked into the heavy rain without saying a word. He didn't even take the umbrella on the ground.
Watching his figure disappear in the rain, An Rushong let out a long breath, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Zhao Jingsheng's number directly.
He didn't dare to rely on Zhao Chenghao for his sense of security, so contacting Zhao Jingsheng in time became his only option.
In fact, Zhao Jingsheng is not a very reliable guy. He has been blinded by hatred. However, in comparison, he is much more stable than Zhao Chenghao. At least, he will be more cautious about what happened tonight.
It was already very late at this time. After An Rushong dialed the phone, he realized that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
Zhao Jingsheng should have gone to bed, because the phone rang for more than ten seconds before he answered it.
On the phone, An Rushong didn't want to explain the matter in too much detail. He simply told Zhao Jingsheng that something happened tonight and asked him to ask Zhao Chenghao for more details.
If we ignore the part that was caused by hatred, Zhao Jingsheng is actually a very smart person. After listening to An Rushong's vague statement on the phone, he knew that the matter must be complicated. Therefore, he did not ask anything on the phone, but just said "I know" and then hung up.
After hanging up the phone, An Rushong did not go upstairs directly. He took out an almost broken cigarette, lit it for himself, and stood under the eaves, staring at the rain curtain that was so close to him, stunned for a while.
Before that, he acted decisively and ruthlessly in the basement, beating the woman Li Miaojing to death with three sticks, and then set a fire without hesitation, burning Park Jinji to death.
This action stunned Zhao Chenghao and the two or three younger brothers he brought with him. When he got off the car just now, the young man driving the car wanted to hold an umbrella for him. When he put his arm around him, the young man shuddered with fear, as if An Rusong could strangle him to death.
Perhaps, in the eyes of that young man, An Rushong was a murderous devil who did all kinds of evil, and his previous calmness and weakness were all pretended.
But in fact, An Rushong is not that kind of person. He is just... Or rather, tonight he is just an ordinary person who is forced into a desperate situation. Under the circumstances at that time, he simply could not let the two women live, otherwise, he would be the one to die tomorrow.
Before picking up the baseball bat, An Rushong was just an ordinary person. He was a little bit lustful and clever. As a reborn person, he had some knowledge that exceeded that of ordinary people. Apart from that, there was nothing special about him.
If he was really ruthless and hard-hearted, why would he have been selling the source code of gambling websites in his previous life? Wouldn't it be better for him to build the website himself?
But now something seems to have changed.
There are tens of millions of kinds of people in this world, but no matter which one he is, try not to push him into a desperate situation.
After all, no one can judge what kind of monster will appear inside an ordinary person once his "skin" is peeled off.
(End of this chapter)