Chapter 606: Hold It Back
Brother Shan Ji's eyes were wide open with anger: "Hold it all! Don't make trouble at this moment!" But he was extremely anxious in his heart, knowing that if the plan failed at one link, the whole thing would be a failure.
At the same time, Brother Shan Ji noticed something was wrong with Brother Shan Ji. He had been acting strangely these days, often going out at night and talking on the phone in a low voice. Brother Shan Ji took advantage of his deep sleep to check his phone and found contact records with hostile forces. The photo showed a sketch of the transportation plan. He was furious and grabbed Brother Shan Ji: "You are a traitor! Why?" Brother Shan Ji was horrified: "Brother, I... I was threatened by them. They said they would cripple our mother if I didn't sell the information! I didn't dare!" Brother Shan Ji raised his fist, but couldn't hit him. He slumped in the chair, feeling sad. Brothers quarreled and troubles arose from within.
The situation took a turn for the worse, and the boss arranged a meeting at an abandoned factory in the wilderness. The rusty iron door creaked open, the strong light was blinding, and the bodyguards were standing around. The boss on the middle armchair picked his teeth and sneered: "Qi Tongwei, Shan Ji, you are quite capable of making trouble. You dare to touch the aircraft oil? Hand over the power and deliver the goods obediently, and I will leave you a way out." Qi Tongwei stepped forward and said: "Senior, leave a way out when doing things. If you push people too far, you will end up in a dead end and you will not end well." The boss sneered: "Just the two of you? Qi Tongwei, you are about to lose yourself in the officialdom, and Shan Ji, your wings have been broken in the underworld. Be obedient and don't refuse a toast."
The negotiations broke down, and the return journey was full of dangers. The car was followed, gunshots rang out suddenly, the car windows shattered, Qi Tongwei drove in a serpentine manner, Shan Ji Ge leaned forward to fire back, and the gunfire illuminated his desperate face. He rushed back to the base, the ammunition was running out, most of the manpower was lost, and he was still gasping for breath when the police encirclement order came again. It seemed that he was crushed by the huge force of both sides, and there was no way to escape. Hou Liangping led the team to block the way, and the loudspeaker shook the night sky: "Give up resistance, you are surrounded!"
Before the life-or-death decision, Qi Tongwei remained calm and pulled Brother Shan Ji over: "One last fight, I have a backup of the account book hidden, the key evidence points to the boss, you lead the police away and find a chance to give the stuff to Hou Liangping, in exchange for surrendering yourself and being lenient, don't go back to the underworld; I will hold back the boss's minions and help you get away." Brother Shan Ji's eyes were red: "Brother Qi, no! Let's die together!" Qi Tongwei shouted angrily: "Stupid! This is the only chance, let's go!"
Shan Ji Ge fled in tears, using the intricacies of the old alley to get rid of the police vanguard. Hou Liangping's eyes were like a falcon, but he intentionally or unintentionally slowed down the pace of pursuit, as if he saw through the layout. Shan Ji Ge followed the clues to find Qi Tongwei's hiding place and got the account book. On the way to the police station, memories came flooding in. In the past, street fights, brotherhood, and prison disasters, one by one, at this moment, I realized that the end of the road is legal redemption, full of regret, I only hope it's not too late. Qi Tongwei went to the boss's nest alone and fought for his life. The moment the bomb exploded, the flames shot up into the sky, ending the grudges and entanglements, and also paved a smooth path for Shan Ji Ge, washing away some of his sins with blood.
In the police station, Brother Shan Ji surrendered himself, presented the account book, and the chain of evidence locked up the big boss group. Hou Liangping looked at Brother Shan Ji, who was exhausted but relieved, and nodded slightly: "Okay, you have come to the right path." Brother Shan Ji smiled bitterly: "Officer Hou, I really understand this time. Destiny is created by oneself, and luck follows the heart. I will be a down-to-earth person in the future."
The years in prison were long. Brother Shan Ji served his sentence and reformed himself. He learned to read and write, and learned a proper craft. His past hostility was shed and he became calm and restrained. Qi Tongwei's name became a warning textbook. The officialdom was shaken, corruption was eradicated, and the underworld was reshuffled and old evils were restrained. On the day when Brother Shan Ji was released from prison, the sun warmed his heart. Looking back on the road he had come, he rebuilt the ruins. Although it was tortuous, he finally embarked on a new journey. He redrawn the map of his fate and outlined the future with sweat and regret. There was no more trouble in the rivers and lakes, but only ordinary reality could be expected. The past haze was the cornerstone under his feet, supporting the rest of his life to face the sun, heading towards the unknown but determined to return. The grudges in the rivers and lakes were over, and the fireworks in the world were strong.
After being released from prison, Shan Ji found a job as a factory worker, working from nine to five every day, his hands were calloused, and his salary was meager but he felt at ease. His coworkers did not know his past, but they only thought he was honest and hardworking. Occasionally, his former subordinates would come to him, dressed in suits and driving luxury cars, and persuade him to return to his "great cause". Shan Ji waved his hands and said, "It's all in the past. This ordinary life is real." Hou Liangping occasionally came to visit him and was pleased to see his transformation: "Stay loyal to your duties, and the future will be bright."
After being released from prison, Brother Shan Ji hoped to completely put the past behind him and find the long-lost peace on the factory assembly line. Every morning, he would rush out to join the crowd of people going to work, punch in, change clothes, and take his place. He worked mechanically and repeatedly, and his hands gradually became thick with calluses, but it seemed that he was grinding away his past sharpness. Although his salary was only enough to make a living, he felt at ease. His co-workers teased him for his quick hands and feet and invited him to have a drink after get off work. Brother Shan Ji often smiled and declined, wanting only to go home early, spend time with his family, and protect this hard-earned peace.
However, the treacherous chess game of fate, just after one move, An Ning, the storm rises again. One day, on his way home from get off work, Brother Shan Ji saw his former younger brother A Qiang flashing in the dark corner of the street. He was driving a shiny luxury car, wearing branded clothes, but his eyes still revealed the gangster spirit. A Qiang pulled Brother Shan Ji's arm and said anxiously: "Brother, the brothers can't do without you! The profit of the new place above has doubled. You go back to keep the place in order. The money will come in, which is much better than this hard life!" Brother Shan Ji frowned and shook him off: "A Qiang, stop talking nonsense. I am no longer a gangster. What I want is a stable life." A Qiang was not discouraged and lowered his voice: "Brother, this time there is a multinational force behind it. It is a rare opportunity to clean up and go ashore. If you miss it, you will miss it!" Brother Shan Ji's heart moved. After many years of wandering in the world, he was extremely sensitive to the word "clean up", but he sobered up in an instant and turned around resolutely: "Don't mention it again, I don't want to get involved."
At the same time, a haze suddenly gathered in Qi Tongwei's home. The youngest son Qi Xiaowu suddenly had a high fever and kept crying. The tip of his tongue was covered with red spots, and the rash on his hands and feet spread, which were the symptoms of hand, foot and mouth disease. His wife paced around the house in panic, holding the child, crying heartbreakingly. Qi Tongwei's face was full of fatigue. He had just returned from a part-time night shift. His meager savings were spent on his child's medical treatment. He searched everywhere for special antibiotics but to no avail. The hospital beds were tight, so he could only worry at home. When he was getting anxious, the doorbell rang hurriedly. It was Brother Shan Ji who opened the door. He was carrying large and small bags of children's antipyretic drugs and daily necessities. He gasped and said, "Brother Qi, I heard that Xiaowu was sick. I asked someone to get some medicine. Try it quickly." Qi Tongwei's eyes were red, and thousands of words were stuck in his throat. He just patted Brother Shan Ji's shoulder hard.
Just as Brother Shan Ji tried to comfort him, his cell phone suddenly rang. The voice of Brother Shan Ji on the other end was trembling: "Brother, something happened! Our old warehouse was occupied by someone, and some contraband was found. The police are looking for me, I really didn't do it!" Brother Shan Ji's head was buzzing, and he knew that he was in big trouble. Although the old warehouse was abandoned, the property rights were unclear. In the early years, it had hidden "tools" used in gang fights. Once it was investigated, there would be endless trouble. He comforted Brother Shan Ji, hurried out, and went straight to the warehouse.