Chapter 37 The Cold Game

At the same time as the gunshots, the thin man reacts very quickly and takes a step forward suddenly, stumbles into his arms with one hand, and then stretches his hand to block Qi Shu behind him. His eyes gather light, and his muscles are instantly tense, like a wild beast that is waiting to be eaten, emitting a terrifying and bloody smell from head to toe.

Qi Shu didn't look a little afraid. She stood gracefully in the night wind, looking up at a place on the second floor. Her slender neck looked charming against the backdrop of the luxurious black skirt. Her bright black eyes seemed to see something terrible was happening there through the golden satin curtains.

The faint moonlight projected under the night sky. Perhaps, as the old saying goes, killers will always kill them? But after all, Lian Zizhong is Lin Zhen's man. How could Liu Tianlai have such courage? Or did he have no choice?

Qi Shu suppressed the idiot curiosity who turned around to see the end, patted the thin man on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Little Fourth Brother, don't be so nervous. This is Qingzhou, not Guanshan. There is not so much danger, and no one dares to be unfavorable to me..."

The man called Xiao Si didn't look back and still focused his attention, saying, "Mr. Gu asked me to come here specially. It's not that it was because of Qingzhou's Chaotian Donkey Meat that is more authentic than Guanshan, right?"

Qi Shu smiled and said, "Fourth Brother, I heard a cold joke from you, but it really surprised me more than Mr. Gu who didn't drink Biluochun tea."

Qingzhou has been in turmoil for several months. With Qi Shu's personal connections and relationship network, she still can't understand the root of the fog. She wanders between various forces and may encounter some secrets that should not be touched, causing unpredictable disasters. Only then did Gu Shitong send Xiao Si back to Qingzhou to protect Qi Shu in close proximity to ensure that everything is foolproof.

"A child can have a smile on his face and smash the head of a public security bureau director to the point of bleeding. Miss Qi, I think this place is not as safe as you think."

Qi Shu remembered the scene just now, and said with a rare wry smile: "The people in Qingzhou are tough, and it is common for them to fight if they don't agree. But tonight, it depends on who is more confident..." She paused, her tone became cold, and said: "Let's go, if someone wants to fight, let them go. Whoever dies will be just a clown who sings on the stage. We can just watch the show with peace of mind."

In the private room on the second floor, when Qi Shu and Lin Zhen left, Wen Liang helped Xie Yan up and asked her to sit down on the chair. He took out a clean cup from the small wine cabinet beside the door, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it over. Xie Yan took the tea cup, looked up at Wen Liang, and said softly, "You are fine, it's so good!"

"It's all over, don't worry. Drinking a sip of water will make you warmer..." Wen Liang smiled and pointed to the steaming tea. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "Today, shouldn't you be a class at school? Why did you get to work as a waiter here?"

According to what Wen Liang learned from Liu Zhihe, Xie Yan is already in his senior year of high school and should not drop out of school without special circumstances. If her family is in a state of affairs, she will no longer go to school and will not wait until her senior year to leave school. In this era, the tuition and miscellaneous fees for junior high school and junior high school are still one of the heaviest burdens of a family, and the assistance methods of society and the country are very limited. Although the Hope Project initiated by the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and the Youth Foundation in 1989, after many major leaders, approved and took the lead in donating, it has become the most influential and involved in the most extensive public welfare undertakings in China by 1995, but it is still a very difficult thing for urban families like Xie Yan to benefit from it.

Wen Liang said it, and it was a little regretful. It would be not too late to ask about these things later. She had just experienced humiliation and fright, and was both physically and mentally injured. When she was mentioned, these unpleasant things would be painful. Wen Liang was about to talk about the topic casually, but Xie Yan whispered: "Today, the school organized a visit to Yishan County. Each person had to pay twenty yuan, so I asked for leave but didn't go. It just so happened that my mother was sick and couldn't go to work, so I came here to work for her..."

It turned out that Xie Yan's mother worked as a dishwasher in this Yuxiangyuan. Yesterday, she suffered from a severe cold and was bedridden at home. If she asked for leave, her salary would be deducted. It happened that Xie Yan's No. 19 Middle School where she was organized to visit the Kong Puzhou Memorial Hall today. This should be a unified plan by the Municipal Education Bureau. Each school took turns to visit and study in different time and sections, so she came here to work on behalf of her mother. A young girl who was passing the dishes urgently went to the bathroom. Seeing Xie Yan's beautiful eyes, she asked her to help deliver a plate of chrysanthemums to the private room where Lin Zhen was. What happened just now happened.

Wen Liang was silent in his heart. No. 1 Middle School did not ask students to pay additional money during this visit, but each person paid 50 yuan in class at the beginning of the school year. It can be imagined that just such an activity can bring certain benefits to the relevant people. This is also a phenomenon with a very domestic characteristic. No matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat. Vultures can pluck their hair on their heads. If they are greedy, they are not afraid of coldness!

Perhaps in the eyes of these big names, twenty yuan is only a cup of tea, but for Xie Yan, it is almost an unclimbing mountain. Wen Liang can guess what kind of rumors those who hate Xie Yan will have without asking, and he will feel pity for this strong girl.

Xie Yan wrapped his hands around the cup, as if he could feel a little warmth from it. His delicate body was huddled on the chair. The redness and swelling on his face did not dissipate, but instead became more serious as the injury qi overflowed. The blood on his calves stopped, but the blood marks left on his white and tender skin all indicated that the girl had just experienced a hardship.

Liu Tianlai had already tied up Lian Zizhong's hands with a belt. This guy had originally relied on Lin Zhen as his backer, but he hadn't taken Liu Tianlai seriously. At worst, he could say something to apologize and fool the scene and settle the matter later. Unexpectedly, Liu Tianlai forced Lin Zhen to show his face and acted like he was going to be silenced. Then he became panicked and kept getting in touch with Liu Tianlai, reminiscing about his old relationship, and trying to find a starting point to settle the matter.

At this moment, he was thinking that he was just afraid that Liu Tianlai would take the matter of pulling a gun and might be punished. If it were the past, it would be fine, but he was planning to follow Lin Zhensheng to Guanshan. At this critical moment, the files would be left with stains, and it would be very likely that the bamboo basket would be empty. If the person could not leave, he would offend Liu Tianlai again. He would have been in the Qingzhou public security system.

In Qingzhou now, who doesn’t know that Liu Tianlai is Xu Fuyan’s person and is also the most popular candidate to replace Zhao Xinchuan as the next director. The worst thing in the officialdom is to offend his immediate boss. Thinking about it, even Zizhong was shuddered.

Wen Liang came over, picked up Lian Zizhong's 64 pistol from the side, and smiled and said, "Director Lian, your majestic appearance just now really scared my brother's courage..."

Lian Zizhong was turned over by Liu Tianlai and sat on the ground. He kept laughing and said, "It's all my fat man who didn't know Mount Tai and took the liberty to bump into his brother. Director Wen and I are good friends who have drunk alcohol. I will definitely come to the door to apologize tomorrow and will definitely apologize. I just hope that my brother will give me a few good words and let Director Liu let me go!"

"How can you afford this? Whoever offends you will die. I have to ask you to let me go. Right, Director Liu?"

Liu Tianlai said coldly: "Lian Zizhong, you are so brave. The government has given you a gun to make you show off and bully people? Fortunately, just now..." Now that I remembered Liu Tianlai, I was still scared. When I first saw Wen Liang being pointed at by someone, he couldn't help but feel weak in his feet. All of this was thanks to the fat man. Liu Tianlai really killed him. Besides, he still knew Wen Liang's personality. This young man didn't think he was smiling all day long and talked very well. If he really wanted to get angry, he would definitely take the word "ruthlessness".

The people who fell under his calculations are the best examples!

So Liu Tianlai made up his mind and refused to say a sensible word to Lian Zizhong. If he offends someone, he must be prepared to be offended. This is a very simple truth!

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. I shouldn't have scared people with a gun. I'm really drunk and my head is dizzy. Director Liu, you must believe me in this. I really don't dare to shoot, really."

Liu Tianlai did not respond. It was nonsense to say that Lian Zizhong did not dare to shoot, but it might not be necessary to say that he was going to shoot just now.

But Wen Liang stood in front of his gun. Who dared to let Lian Zizhong go this time just because of this "not necessarily"?

"Don't dare?" Wen Liang turned the gun around in his hand, and suddenly used the handle of the gun to slash his fat face. Lian Zizhong screamed in pain, and half of his face suddenly became swollen, and blood from the gums flowed down the corners of his mouth. One eye narrowed into a small slit, and it was impossible to open it even if it was opened.

Wen Liang felt disgusted when he saw his face. He really didn't dare to know his identity, but what if an ordinary person offended him like this? If he hadn't passed by, how would Xie Yan be tortured by him? What kind of nightmarish night would he experience?

Wen Liang never wants to speculate on others with the greatest malicious intention, but reality proves time and time again that human hearts are always a hundred times more cruel than you can imagine, especially those who are used to being arrogant like Lian Zizhong. This time he can draw his gun, but next time he dares to kill someone!

Even Zizhong was hit by this, and knew that things could not be good. He made up his mind and spit out a mouthful of blood and phlegm at Wen Liang, cursing: "Go to you, mb, little bastard and I are so proud. Even if Wen Huaiming comes, you dare not treat me like this! You wait. With Director Lin here, it is not that easy to deal with me!"

Wen Liang did not move, letting him spit on his collar, and smiled indifferently. He pulled the sleeve with his left hand, loaded the bullet with a clang, and then slowly aimed the gun at Lian Zizhong's head, saying, "I heard that the nickname of Type 64 is called a small cannon. I can't shoot a drop of blood from my forehead. I wonder if it is true or false?"

Liu Tianlai's heart was tight, staring at Wen Liang's hand, but he opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He didn't think Wen Liang would really shoot and kill people, and even Zizhong was not worthy of making him pay such a big price.

Even Zizhong was like Liu Tianlai, he didn't believe it, and shouted with his neck, "You dare to shoot and try..."

As soon as the first word "test" was released, Wen Liang's eyes turned cold and his face was gloomy and terrifying. He pulled the trigger without hesitation. Because he used too much force, the veins that were stretched out could be seen in his hands holding the gun. The barrel of the gun stared at Lian Zizhong's head and rushed forward, and blood was about to splatter on the spot.

"Don't!"

Liu Tianlai shouted, and was about to pounce on him to block Wen Liang, but his body stopped in the air and remained motionless.

The gun didn't sound!

Lian Zizhong's second word "try" fell to the end. A dead gray appeared on his blood-stained face. His pupils suddenly contracted and then expanded into an exaggerated shape. He collapsed to the ground, his fat body curled up into a ball, and every piece of fat on his body was trembling violently. A squinting panting came from his mouth and nose, making people worried that he would just die like this.

Wen Liang took back his right hand, looked at the Type 64 pistol with confusion, and said, "The trigger cannot be pulled? Director Liu, what's going on?"

Liu Tianlai's open mouth had not closed yet, and his heartbeat seemed to stop in an instant. After a while, he took a breath and snatched Wen Liang's gun.

Fortunately, the insurance on the left side of the sleeve was not opened!

Yes, it's not right!

Liu Tianlai is an expert in gun play, especially this pistol designed in the 1960s and produced in the 1980s. It has a beautiful and delicate appearance, a small and exquisite body, and is very convenient to carry around. However, due to the small size, lack of deterrence and too little power, front-line police rarely use equipment, and is generally used by middle and senior police officers for self-defense and self-defense, which gradually becomes a symbol. With 64, it means that your level has reached a certain position, and that's all.

That's why this gun has the joking reputation of "small cannon smashing", but no matter how small its power is, it is still a gun, and it is absolutely fatal to shoot at the human head. Wen Liang pulled the sleeve and was already in a firing state, but now the hammer is in its original position and the manual safety is closed. He can only press the safety downward before pulling the trigger, locking the trigger.

Liu Tianlai has never been so sad and feels like he is wronged and wants to cry. You are really not worth your life. It’s okay to scare Lian Zizhong, why did you scare me, Old Liu, to death?

Wen Liang winked at him, reached out and took the gun over, saying, "Director Liu, how to play this gun? Teach me!"

"That's it, here...yes, just this. When shooting, you have to open the security, push it up to level, and pull it down with the hammer. This will be able to hit..."

Liu Tianlai was very good at saying that since he understood what Wen Liang meant, he didn't mind playing games with him. If this could make this person vent his resentment a little, it would be much better than actually causing a life of life.

"Director Lian, I count to three. If you can't get up again, I'll shoot!"

Lian Zizhong's spirit was completely defeated by the moment just now. He rolled up from the ground with a rumble, bent down and begged, "Young Master Wen, Young Master Wen, I was wrong, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again. If you let me go, my poor life is not worth your dirty hands. It is really not worth it!"

Wen Liang pointed the gun at Lian Zizhong's head again and said with a smile: "I am a man who doesn't care about anything, but I don't think it's dirty. Director, when you go to the underworld, you must remember that you must not be arrogant if you are a ghost..."

"Mr. Wen, don't, don't..."

"Boom!"
Chapter completed!