Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 775 Taking the bait
Half an hour ago, in a corner of Laifu Road.

Zheng Jie, who was reclining in his seat and having a sweet dream, was completely woken up by a startled exclamation from the person in the baseball cap next to him.

"Cousin! There's a big fish!"

The sound was like a slam, waking him from his sleep.

Having slept poorly for the past few days, Zheng Jie, who was finally able to fall asleep, rubbed his eyelids and turned to give the other person a disgruntled look.

A few days ago, he was thinking of making one last big profit before leaving China, but unexpectedly, that silly woman who always obeyed him refused his request for one last investment.

He had originally intended to let the woman go before leaving, but since she had chosen to die, he had no choice but to take action. Consider it a chance to practice before leaving.

Zheng Jie decided to go all the way and killed the woman he had been luring. However, since it was his first time killing someone, he hadn't been able to sleep well for the past few days.

According to my mother, the police who came treated the incident as a suicide, and the hotel even compensated the deceased's parents. Hearing this, I immediately felt relieved.

That's how it ended.

Zheng Jie never expected that he had such a talent for crime; all those shady dealings he did before were a real waste of time.

In this light, it seems that perhaps he can really make a name for himself in Myanmar.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jie, who was huddled in the smelly and dilapidated carriage, shifted his position and suddenly felt a bit disgusted with this old thing that had been with him for several years.

He was tired of staging accidents every night, working day and night, and since discovering his criminal talent, he felt that engaging in such despicable work was beneath him.

However, killing, this way of controlling the fate of the weak, is quite interesting. No wonder even that snotty-nosed Ah Song, ever since he went to Myanmar and started to do whatever he wanted, has been enjoying playing tricks on people every day.

Although it was his first time killing someone, Zheng Jie didn't feel much emotional turmoil; instead, he felt a sense of relief and ease.

Whenever I think of that staged suicide scene from that night, I can't help but feel a little thirsty.

This excitement even fascinated him.

In fact, he did not think killing was wrong; it was just a means for him to solve problems, something he had to do.

This is also a practice run for me before I go to Myanmar. Otherwise, if I don't have a few lives on my hands when I go to that lawless place, I will be looked down upon.

Especially for someone like him, who has no money, no connections, and no skills, if he doesn't have something to impress people, he'll be sold off like a pig as soon as he goes in, and being skinned alive would be the least of his worries.

In Myanmar, they prey on your own relatives and friends!
These so-called childhood friends, even if they've earned the nickname "Zorozon" over there and it sounds respectable, might turn on you the moment they get there.

After all, border control is now very strict, and fewer and fewer piglets can cross the border, so prices are naturally rising.

Even the closest childhood friends, when placed next to a mountain of banknotes, can easily see which is more important, and no one can stand up for themselves in that situation.

They've been forced to that godforsaken place in Myanmar, who's going to talk about feelings with you then?
A human life can be considered a decent pledge of allegiance.

While Zheng Jie asked his cousin what kind of fish it was with a stern face, he was also thinking about his future plans.

Currently, their method of using phone jammers to lure drivers into drunk driving is novel, and it did initially manage to scam quite a few people, but in the end, they all obediently paid up.

If you're lucky enough to bump into those government employees, you might just make a fortune.

However, as this scam became more prevalent, it gradually spread throughout the area, attracting more and more shady characters to join in, which disrupted the market's supply and demand dynamics.

Finally, the public's vigilance also increased.

For example, tonight, a long time has passed and I haven't had a chance to do anything. I ended up sitting in that smelly car for most of the night.

Zheng Jie gradually became irritated.

He had already experienced the pleasure of killing, and on the one hand, he subconsciously wanted to escape the local area as soon as possible, while on the other hand, he was filled with longing for the lawless land of Myanmar.

"Not bad, a big fish. We should be able to swindle a lot of money. After we pull off this job, we'll pack up tomorrow and head to Myanmar!"

Looking at the lavish photos on his phone's WeChat Moments, Zheng Jie seemed to see himself arriving in Myanmar, making a fortune with his intelligence, and then spending his days drinking, singing, and having sex with beautiful women!

"When the time comes, let the slugs give us a welcome feast! We two brothers are determined to make a name for ourselves!"

Zheng Jie's interest was growing. "Wait, something's not right." The man in the baseball cap suddenly frowned, realizing that the person who posted the drinking video on his WeChat Moments was the same guy he had met a few days ago in the underground parking lot of the five-star hotel.

Zheng Jie asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

The man in the baseball cap looked a little embarrassed: "Bro, the person who posted this on WeChat Moments is one of those guys I ran into in the hotel's underground parking lot the day before yesterday."

"Which ones?" Zheng Jie asked subconsciously, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew who they were. After all, business had been extremely poor these past few days, and the last order he had received was from those same few people.

His heart skipped a beat.

To be honest, even after so many days, Zheng Jie still felt a little scared when he thought about the scene back then.

Three young men with matching buzz cuts, driving luxury cars worth millions and staying in opulent five-star hotels—upon closer inspection, they could all be sons of a military general from Myanmar.

It is said that generals or county magistrates who have made a little money over there like to buy real estate in the provincial capital of Yunnan.

They always buy the most expensive houses, and cars are no exception.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jie's breathing became slightly rapid, and he began to imagine himself arriving in Myanmar and making a name for himself, rapidly rising to become a major force in the region within just a few years.

"Brother, how about we just forget about it?" The man in the baseball cap looked away, and his voice lacked confidence.

Zheng Jie touched his burning cheeks, not annoyed that his cousin had interrupted his reverie.

He took a deep breath and suddenly remembered the prostitute who died in the hotel. He figured that since he was going to run away anyway, it wouldn't hurt to make one last big score tonight.

Besides, he hadn't settled the score with the other party from a few days ago, and now they had run into his line of fire.

This is a gift from God!

Zheng Jie felt a slight surge of excitement, and he tried to calm himself down first.

While casually browsing the other person's Moments, I found their latest video in the video account section.

The camera was shaky in the video, and it was obvious that the person filming was drunk.

After watching the video, Zheng Jie let out a sigh of relief and said disdainfully, "What's there to be afraid of with just a few rich kids? We're going to run away tomorrow anyway, and they won't be able to find us afterwards."

Seeing his older brother stand firm, the man in the baseball cap naturally rubbed his hands together and shouted excitedly, "Brother, I'll do whatever you say!"

Zheng Jie smiled appropriately, thus managing to brush off the man in the baseball cap's desire to volunteer.

Just kidding, they might be the sons of powerful figures in the militia; they wouldn't dare bluff them even if they had a hundred lives.
Zheng Jie pointed to the video chat on WeChat and said, "Yeah, they've probably already left by the time we get there. Listen carefully, isn't there a guy named Lao Ma there? Let's take him down! Damn it, he's driving a G-Wagon picking up girls, we're doing justice to him this time."

"Brother, what do you mean?" The man in the baseball cap felt like he was back in his student days, when he and the snotty-nosed guy followed Zheng Jie around, discussing which way to run to the internet cafe after school, and Zheng Jie had this same matter-of-fact attitude.

So many years have passed, and nothing has changed. I feel a little nostalgic.

"Dry!"

Zheng Jie shouted loudly, then forcefully threw himself into the passenger seat of the car.

I closed my eyes and began to daydream.

Once this deal is done, I'll pack up and head to Myanmar.

I heard that over there, there are waves of piglets being slaughtered.

That frozen gaze, trembling lips, distorted expression, pleading fear, and screams of torture.

hiss!
Hiss!

This is so damn exciting!

Zheng Jie took a deep breath, and could almost hear the screams and pleas from the future. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)