Soul Patch

Chapter 271 Too Late...

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed twice in my pocket.

There's a new WeChat message.

After receiving Brother Huang's call, Liangzai's anxiety vanished.

He casually pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, brought up the message, and began to read it indifferently.

The content of the message made him extremely uncomfortable. After reading a few sentences over and over again, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ah Biao tilted his head and, seeing his tense expression, teased, "Whose message?"

"..." He gave a perfunctory smile and said, "Junk ad!"

He put his phone away, turned to look at Ah Biao who was driving, and his expression was complicated.

Who are you trying to impress with that bitter, resentful look on your face...? Ah Biao chuckled dismissively.

Along the way, Ah Biao ran several traffic lights and made his way through a maze of twists and turns to reach the scene of the shootout in Xiajiawan.

As soon as we got onto the abandoned highway to the south, we could see a police car overturned in the roadside bushes in the distance.

A man in uniform was lying next to a police car, shot twice in the back, one of which hit his heart.

It seems he was struggling to crawl towards the back door of the car before he died, and his hands were still gripping the back door as he died.

"Damn! It's all over..." Ah Biao spat on the ground and exhaled sharply while pressing his nostrils with one hand.

His nose is sensitive to the smell of gunpowder; it gets itchy as soon as he smells it.

Liangzai's nostrils twitched slightly as he smelled the strong gunpowder scent in the air. The gunpowder seemed to still be slightly warm, as if it had just been fired from a gun barrel.

I was puzzled: if the two sides were on the phone and a few minutes had passed, how come the tension hadn't dissipated yet?
He glared at Ah Biao: "Stop talking nonsense, go check it out, don't leave any survivors."

Ah Biao's face once again showed an expression of obsession with killing. He pulled the safety pin and slowly approached the policeman on the ground, fully armed.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the air.

"call out"

Ah Biao froze, staring blankly down at his chest.

The white T-shirt there was slowly soaked with crimson blood... The pain almost made him faint, but he forced himself to turn around, wanting to see if the person who shot him was the one he trusted.

The man, however, went around to the side.

"call out"

Another silenced bullet pierced his temple with pinpoint accuracy.

"thump"

Ah Biao knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open, staring at Liang Ge in front of him: "Why...why?"

"call out"

Another shot rang out, and the silenced gun in Ah Biao's hand was knocked away.

A trace of sorrow flashed across Liangzai's face. He rubbed his face and said, "Every year... I will help you sweep your grave, and your father's grave too..."

Ah Biao's body began to convulse, his consciousness gradually blurred, his eyes became unfocused.

Liangzai pressed his eyes to suppress those useless emotions, pulled out the silencer from the pistol, and shoved the pistol into the hand of the cop on the ground.

As he approached the car, he saw that the policeman in the driver's seat had also been shot in the chest and died before he could even get out of the car.

Picking up Ah Biao's phone, unlocking it with his fingerprint, opening the notes app, and quickly typing: Dad, I'll avenge you!
The final "了" was not typed completely, making it look like he died before finishing his last words.

After doing all this, he returned to his car, took off his gloves, carefully put them in his pocket, and then started the car and drove away from the scene.

Ah Biao didn't have time to write his last words... He stared blankly ahead, his eyes somewhat vacant.

His gaze fell on his hands, and his heart, which had been churning with emotion, slowly turned cold, as frigid as ice, the chill spreading from his heart throughout his body…

He quickly dealt with the car and met up with Huang Mao and the others.

When the blond-haired man saw him, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Well done!"

Scarface and the others echoed his sentiments.

He forced a smile and asked, "Did you just arrive?"

"Just arrived, hurry up and get going, we have important things to do!" Yellow Hair made a throat-slitting gesture.

They just arrived! Of course they just arrived!
Nothing had started when Huang Mao made the call; he was deliberately firing blanks for him to hear!
Otherwise, how could the timing match up?
No wonder there was such a strong smell of gunpowder and blood!

When they arrived, Huang Mao and his gang had just wiped out the police and kidnapped their target... Watching Huang Mao slit his throat, he wondered: Are they going to kill someone else?
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't help but glance at the young man lying across the car.

These are the people they painstakingly kidnapped!

Just like in the photos they were shown, he was fair-skinned and had a refined and gentle demeanor.

Damn it, who are these people that we need to pay such a high price to exchange for them?
"What? Still feeling bad about it?" Yellow Hair noticed his strange expression, took out a cigarette and offered it to him.

"No..." Liangzai took the cigarette and muttered, "Who is this person?"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the back seat of the car.

"The one who will make us rich." Yellow Hair put his arm around his neck, patted his face, and blew out a smoke ring.

……

When Wenjie slowly woke up, it was already that night.

He gradually regained consciousness, opened his eyes, and found himself in an unfamiliar room.

This is where?

He rubbed his head and propped himself up to sit up.

A sound of fabric rubbing together, followed by a rustling sound...

Is someone nearby?

"Who?" Wenjie asked sternly.

"Why are you yelling around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" a man muttered.

The other person thrashed around a few times, fumbled around by the bedside, and then a nightlight clicked on.

Wenjie turned his head and saw a man wearing only shorts sitting on the opposite bed.

The man was tall and slender with fair skin... but I didn't recognize him.

"Who are you?" Wenjie became wary.

He looked down and realized he was wearing one of those hotel-style bathrobes with a single strap.

Yes, I can sleep quite decently, unlike this person in front of me, who's practically naked...

"Are you sick in the head? Did you sleep through your sleep?"

He was already annoyed because his sweet dream had been disturbed, and he spoke in a very bad tone.

He angrily pulled his phone from under his pillow, glanced at it, and said, "Three in the morning! Go to sleep!"

After saying that, he turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

Wenjie was a little confused for a moment, and he also reached under his pillow... and pulled out a cell phone.

However, that wasn't his phone.

He tried to unlock the phone with his fingerprint and rummaged through the contents for a while, trying to find some useful information.

……

Meanwhile, in another enclosed room, several people were watching the surveillance footage to see what was happening on Wenjie's side.

There were countless surveillance screens around them, but at three in the morning, most of them were black and showed no images.

"Professor Zhao...is his reaction normal?" a blond, blue-eyed Caucasian man asked in broken Chinese.

“Yes, John, don’t worry,” Professor Zhao said gently.

Even after receiving a positive answer, the handsome foreign man with high brow bones and deep-set eyes still kept a straight face and asked with pursed lips, "Are you sure it's this person?"

"Confirmed! There were already some signs before the news of the fire at Huaxin Entertainment Company."

Therefore, I think that fire was more like the system erasing the effects of reality.

After reviewing elevator footage from the days before and after the building fire, and through repeated elimination of obstacles, I discovered that there was one survivor among the victims.

At this point, Professor Zhao said excitedly:
"I found the survivor by following the video! His surname is Jiang and his given name is Wen."

Through hypnosis, he obtained extremely useful information: by bringing this young man back, we can influence the system's operation by strengthening his subconscious.

"WHY?" The man's azure eyes sparkled with surprise and curiosity.

"Who knows?" Professor Zhao shrugged and smiled wryly. "Perhaps only God knows!"

(End of this chapter)