Chapter 80 PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds
Chapter 80 PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds
"Zhecheng, are you ready?"
As soon as he entered the ward, Wu Jingzhong asked majestically with his hands behind his back.
Old Wu knows how to manage facial expressions.
When happy, be a son.
When doing business, be a dog driver.
Yu Zecheng quickly climbed out of bed, put on his shoes and stood at attention: "Alright, almost done, Station Master."
“Okay, let’s get down to business.
"On a dark and windy night, it is the best time to kill.
“Clean it up.
"Remember, the formal procedures should be high-profile to avoid criticism."
Wu Jingzhong gave instructions.
"Yes." Yu Zecheng accepted the order.
"Xiao Li is already waiting downstairs.
"Zhiyou, please be patient and come with me." Wu Jingzhong turned and looked at Hong Zhiyou.
"Ok."
Hong Zhiyou said in a deep voice.
As he walked out, he took a few quick steps and whispered:
"Stationmaster, can I not go?
"I went to Longfu Temple yesterday and prayed for good fortune. For murders like this, Xiao Li and Director Yu are enough.
"That thing brings bad luck and loss of wealth."
Wu Jingzhong frowned: "Do you still believe this?"
"letter.
“My mother believes in Buddhism and has been used to it since she was a child.
"I'm afraid if I get hurt, it will affect my future work." Hong Zhiyou said with a flattering smile.
The original mother did believe in Buddhism.
There is no flaw in this reason.
"Why.
“Your luck is my luck.
"Okay, go back and eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures, and don't do things like killing people and seeing blood."
Wu Jingzhong put his hands behind his back and smiled and sighed, "It's approved."
He now has only two principles.
First, subordinates cannot be red tickets.
2. No one, not even the Lord, can interfere with his making money.
Sometimes one can make do with two.
When it comes to things like eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, it’s better to believe it than not to believe it.
Yu Zecheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He and Hong Zhiyou were going to execute Shopkeeper Qiu.
What if Boss Dai calls?
Who will spare his life?
Although I know that the possibility is almost zero.
But there is some hope after all.
For the sake of Shopkeeper Qiu, he had to take a chance.
Go downstairs and see the stationmaster off.
"Lao Yu, I'm going back to rest. See you tomorrow."
Hong Zhiyou waved his hand and drove away.
"Let's go."
Yu Zecheng greeted Li Ping.
The two went straight to Shuitun Prison.
……
Cell No. 8.
Old Xu and several jailers were taking turns beating Shopkeeper Qiu.
Liao Sanmin sat on a chair nearby, trimming his nails as if nothing had happened.
It's in the middle of nowhere.
Seeing it will only make my heart hurt more.
The Military Control Commission is omnipresent.
The prison system is also an important place for detaining corrupt officials.
He always knew that Lao Xu was an informant planted by Wu Jingzhong in the prison.
Beating prisoners and extorting money have always been common practice.
Liao Sanmin cannot stop him at will.
That would arouse Old Xu's suspicion.
This is an important part of Wu Jingzhong's fishing. No matter how worried he is about autumn, he cannot jump into the pit.
Shopkeeper Qiu is in danger.
Yu Zecheng can't even protect himself.
Military mediation and civil war are imminent. He is one of the few chess pieces of Line 1 in Jinhai. He must keep his composure and keep the fire alive for the organization.
"Tell me, where did you hide the money?"
Old Xu lifted up Shopkeeper Qiu's chin and roared ferociously.
"I, I've already said it." Shopkeeper Qiu said weakly.
Ma Kui made a one-shot attack at Jinhai Station.
Here again several days of torture.
The originally slightly fat shopkeeper Qiu has become thinner, and even his baby fat cheeks have become sunken.
This iron warrior has reached the end of his rope.
“Bullshit.
"Don't think I don't know. You've been treating Yong Jianqiu, Du Jianshi, and all the prominent people in Jinhai. They all came to you for treatment.
"With just those few coins, who are you trying to fool? It's even more embarrassing to use them as gifts for beggars.
"Tell me quickly, where are the gold bars and US dollars hidden!"
As Old Xu spoke, he picked up a stick and hit Shopkeeper Qiu hard on the chest.
puff!
Shopkeeper Qiu vomited blood from his mouth and could no longer speak.
"That's enough, Old Xu.
"If he hits someone again, he'll be gone. Stationmaster Wu has said that we have to keep this person."
Liao Sanmin patted the nail clippings on his clothes and stood up to give orders.
"Third brother, if this old guy doesn't open his mouth, we won't be able to make any money." Old Xu said unwillingly.
“That’s about it.
"Go, get him something to eat." Liao Sanmin waved his hand casually and ordered his men.
"You can't die."
He raised Shopkeeper Qiu's chin and asked in a cold voice.
"Pooh!"
Shopkeeper Qiu spat a mouthful of blood foam on his face.
“I, I’m going to the police station to sue you.
"The police department reported..."
Shopkeeper Qiu stared at him and spoke in code with all his might.
In Jinhai, only the old man Huang Zhong can contact the secret line in Peking.
He was afraid he would die.
Liao Sanmin and Yu Zecheng had important information that they could not send out.
"Go to hell and complain to the King of Hell."
Liao Sanmin also conveyed the fact that they were unable to carry out the rescue.
Yong Jianqiu spent a huge amount of money to save people but still failed.
Even if an organization has many talented people, it is impossible to come up with a plan in a short period of time.
Shopkeeper Qiu can’t be saved.
"Third brother, Director Yu is here." At this time a prison guard came in to report.
Liao Sanmin went to the door to greet Yu Zecheng:
"Director Yu, is there anything wrong?"
"The stationmaster has ordered that Qiu Qiu is innocent and should be released." Yu Zecheng handed over the document signed by Wu Jingzhong.
"release?
"Then you've suffered a great loss.
"Two days later, my people will be able to help you get revenge."
Liao Sanmin took the document and signed for it.
"Luckily you didn't kill him, otherwise I would owe you a favor."
Yu Zecheng smiled and gestured.
Li Ping went in to pick up the person.
After a while, Shopkeeper Qiu was dragged out covered in blood.
"Walk!
"send you home."
Yu Zecheng stared at Qiu with grim eyes.
Li Ping and others forced him into the car.
"Goodbye, Commander Liao."
When Yu Zecheng shook hands with him, he hooked his palm heavily with his fingernails.
Liao Sanmin understood instantly.
Yu Zecheng was ordered to send Manager Qiu on his journey.
The original trace of joy was instantly reversed by sadness.
He turned and walked inside.
It's like sending away a cat or a dog.
Old Xu is right next to me, and if I look at Qiu for any longer at this time, I will be suspected.
"Captain Liao, would you like to order some midnight snack?" Old Xu shouted from behind.
"order.
"Let's share the maoxuewang. I haven't eaten it for a long time."
Liao Sanmin waved his hand and walked to the lounge nearby.
"hehe.
"You can even eat bloody food, you are indeed a cold-faced man."
Old Xu sneered quietly and asked his younger brother to do it.
……
The car drove towards Tuanbowan.
It's remote there.
It is a good place to kill people and bury the bodies.
Li Ping drives the car.
Shopkeeper Qiu was sitting in the back row, escorted by two guards.
"Oh, no." My stomach aches so badly. It must be because of the greasy pig's trotter soup the stationmaster's wife sent me.
"Li Ping, stop the car. I need to go to the bathroom."
Not long after they set off, Yu Zecheng farted, frowned and shouted in the stench.
"Director Yu, it's getting late, please hurry up."
Li Ping rolled down the car window and fanned his nose as he spoke.
He studied under Liu Xiong.
I didn’t learn anything else, but I learned how to do my job impartially.
The tone of his voice was even more blunt than Magui's.
But they do have the capital to be arrogant, because the Security Department is the stationmaster's "Jinyiwei".
Yu Zecheng got out of the car, squatted on the side of the road, biting a piece of paper and driving away.
He took laxatives on purpose.
Even if Sister Mei's pig's trotter soup was not available, he would ask Ding Defeng to order some chicken soup or something to "replenish his body".
What we want is an excuse.
God bless.
Boss Dai's rhinitis has improved, so he quickly called the stationmaster to ask Lao Qiu for help.
He covered his nose and prayed silently in his heart.
"Director Yu, are you done?" Li Ping urged impatiently.
"alright, alright!"
Yu Zecheng's legs felt a little numb from squatting.
Get up and go back to the car.
The car had been driving for less than ten minutes when Yu Zecheng shouted again:
"No, my stomach still hurts. I need to squat some more."
Li Ping stopped the car speechlessly.
I stood by the road, lit a cigarette, and stared at him.
"Li Ping, why don't you just go and execute him.
"Don't worry, I'll sign it.
"My stomach is not doing well, so I'm afraid it will delay the stationmaster's important business." Yu Zecheng said apologetically.
"It's okay, I'll wait a little longer." Li Ping moved and stood upwind.
What a joke.
Director Liu repeatedly instructed that Yu Zecheng must fire the shot.
Shoot your own comrades.
Even if Yu Zecheng is really a popular candidate, it will be difficult for him to gain internal trust in the future, and he may even be treated as a traitor.
This is a trump card that the webmaster holds over him.
of course.
This is also Wu Jingzhong's goodwill.
Yu Zecheng shot and killed Shopkeeper Qiu to prove his innocence, and the rumors in the station could be stopped.
Li Ping would not be stupid enough to ruin the webmaster's carefully planned show.
Liu Xiong gave him only one goal.
Autumn must die!
“Oh, I’ve been so late.
"Let's go."
Yu Zecheng smiled apologetically.
then……
We stopped and walked along the way.
Yu Zecheng just kept shouting that he wanted to go on the list.
Fearing that this guy was putting on an act, Li Ping even squatted with him for a while.
I didn't expect it to be a real squat.
Then there is nothing to say, just keep dragging it out all the way.
It's been almost an hour and we haven't walked a few miles.
Yu Zecheng knew that doing so was very risky.
What a coincidence.
But he has to buy time for the fall.
My wife’s pig’s trotter soup is evidence.
Li Ping is a witness.
As long as the "Night Pearl" is there, he believes that the webmaster will not make a fuss about it.
Boss Dai, please make the call quickly.
He leaned back in his seat, almost exhausted, looking out the window at the vast night and sighing in his heart.
……
Hong Zhiyou stayed by the phone.
At the same time, I stared at my watch and counted down the seconds.
An hour passed.
Even if Old Yu could delay any longer, he should have executed Shopkeeper Qiu and rushed back now.
Jingle Bell.
the phone is ringing.
Wu Jingzhong's hurried voice came from the other end:
"Secretary Hong, has Zecheng left?"
"Gone." Hong Zhiyou replied.
"Quick, bring him back at all costs. Boss Dai specifically wants this man and his bullshit recipe.
"Go and stop them."
Wu Jingzhong urged from the other end.
Hong Zhiyou hung up the phone.
He had already filled up the car with gas.
He got in the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and chased after Yu Zecheng.
……
The car drove to the edge of the depression.
Li Ping and several of his men took shovels and quickly dug the pit.
"Director Yu, the execution can begin." Li Ping reminded coldly.
Yu Zecheng put his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky.
"Director Yu, it's time to carry out the execution!" Li Ping turned on the flashlight and raised his voice.
"it is good!"
Yu Zecheng walked up to Qiu and drew his gun.
“I’m a red ticket!
He stared into Shopkeeper Qiu's eyes and laughed.
Autumn is weak and calm.
The flashlight is shining on your face, so you can't even smile and say goodbye.
Click.
Safety latch open.
boom!
Yu Zecheng shot Qiu Qiu in the calf.
Qiu groaned and knelt on the ground.
"I'm a red ticket!"
Yu Zecheng repeated it with an even colder look in his eyes and shot another shot at the other leg.
boom!
Qiu's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.
His lips murmured.
But I couldn't utter a word.
Yu Zecheng knew what he wanted to say, but he could only treat him with an even colder and crueler smile.
"I'm a red ticket!"
He was filled with immense hatred, as if he wanted to tear Shopkeeper Qiu into pieces.
Snapped!
Another shot, hitting the shoulder.
Snapped.
Snapped!
Continuous shooting.
Continuous whispering.
Shoulders.
Thoracic scapula.
Blood splattered everywhere.
In the night, he was as cold and ferocious as a devil.
The shooting hand was steady and accurate, as if there was only a chicken or a dog on the ground.
The force of the bullet caused Shopkeeper Qiu's body to tremble and spasm.
The light in the eyes behind the round-frame glasses gradually dimmed.
Li Ping stood aside, trembling with fear, his hair standing on end.
Yu Zecheng is usually gentle and feminine.
Who could have thought that the means could be so cruel?
Even digging up the graves of eighteen generations of ancestors would not be enough for such revenge.
It was torture and humiliation.
This person is so cruel and terrible.
He finally understood what his master always said: never underestimate the elites cultivated by the old backbones of Jie Alley such as Yu Lexing, Chen Gongshu, and Wu Jingzhong.
He finally remembered that Yu Zecheng was not a pushover.
He was the "Zhao Zilong of Changshan" of the Military Control Commission who braved the dangers of danger and killed Li Haifeng alone!
Li Ping's arrogant eyes turned fiery and full of respect.
He stood straight and said respectfully, "Director Yu, give him a quick death."
"Okay."
Yu Zecheng smiled at him gently, took out another magazine, and replaced it quickly.
“I’m a red ticket?
"Ah."
He sneered and aimed at Autumn's head.
Forgive me, Lao Qiu.
I really can't delay this any longer.
Rest in peace, my comrade.
Mourn- ing silently in his heart, he was about to pull the trigger.
"Di Di!"
The bright car lights illuminated the dim depression.
"stop!
“Spare the life from the gun.
"Old Yu, spare his life."
……
Hong Zhiyou parked the car, jumped out and ran away shouting.
The main point is to listen to advice. The end of this chapter has been revised. I found that it seems that I need to create a group so that everyone can notify me (spray me) as soon as they have ideas or toxic points, and also notify me of update time and so on.
(End of this chapter)