Reborn Cat Sheriff

Chapter 66 The Gaze of the Abyss

The police officers below were busy at work, but Long Xiaojun on top of the chimney remained silent.

Aside from occasionally sitting up to change his position to prove he was still alive, he completely ignored the actions of the police below.

This guy even took out a cigarette, lit it, and leisurely admired the scenery in the distance.

The wind was quite strong at the top of the chimney, making it difficult to inhale the smoke. Before long, Long Xiaojun became impatient and threw the lighter and cigarette case down.

The plastic lighter fell rapidly and slammed onto the ground, exploding like a firecracker before shattering into pieces in an instant.

The policeman who narrowly avoided the attack looked ashen-faced.

"What should we do now?"

Everyone was a little worried.

Such uncooperative opponents are the most difficult to deal with, especially when you can't kill them.

The police wanted to climb the 100-meter-high chimney under Long Xiaojun's watchful eye, ensuring that no one would fight at the top and get hurt, and that both of them would come down unharmed...

This is something only Superman could do.

One police officer suggested, "Should I try to go up from the inside? Didn't Long Xiaojun climb up from the inside? If we can keep his attention from the outside, we should have a chance to get up there."

The Song man shook his head: "There are only two ways to get up there. Long Xiaojun couldn't possibly be unprepared. Let's talk to him first. This guy must have his purpose and reason for running into such a deadly place. By the way, does Zhangzhou City not have airships or helicopters now?"

At the end, the man from Song made a playful remark.

"Do you think this is a movie shoot?"

Someone nearby muttered a complaint and then turned to find someone to negotiate with.

Soon, a detective, fully equipped, began climbing the chimney. He secured the safety rope after each step before proceeding to the next.

Safety is of utmost importance. At a height of over 100 meters and 30 to 40 stories, an accident would be a certain death and a nightmare.

Long Xiaojun also saw the policeman climbing up.

We also saw drones slowly rising from below.

But he did not choose to resist.

He ignored the drone flying overhead and remained silent even as the police climbed halfway up the mountain. Even in the drone's camera footage, his face, blackened by coal dust, had an eerily calm expression.

And so, more than ten minutes passed, and the two grew closer and closer.

Is there something he's hiding?

Nie Guoqiang suddenly spoke up with some confusion.

"Ok?"

The Song people quickly looked over and, sure enough, saw a bulge on Long Xiaojun's back that did not conform to human characteristics.

But before the group could observe closely, Long Xiaojun, who was staring down at the policeman climbing on the screen, suddenly looked up.

Under the watchful eyes of the group, he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

He slowly shifted his position, revealing to the drone the object he was sitting on, wrapped in a dark woven bag.

"What is he going to do?"

An ominous premonition arose in the hearts of the people of Song.

Nie Guoqiang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted.

"Yang Hao, come down quickly!"

"!"

Everyone was shocked.

But by then, it was too late.

In the drone's view, everyone could only watch anxiously as Long Xiaojun pulled something that looked like an oil can out of the bag.

He slowly unscrewed the oil can lid and gently poured the liquid inside down the slightly sloping outer wall of the chimney and onto the steel reinforcement of the ladder right at his feet. His movements were extremely focused and serious.

Everyone's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"It's gasoline! You damn beast, how dare you pour gasoline!"

Yang Hao's voice, filled with exasperation, fear, and despair, came through the walkie-talkie.

Everyone could clearly see that Yang Hao, who had climbed to a height of eighty or ninety meters, was covered in gasoline.

And he... took no countermeasures.

"Hehe... I caught one!"

Long Xiaojun grinned maliciously and pulled a metal lighter from his pocket, patiently demonstrating it to the camera. Once the drone recognized the object in his hand, Long Xiaojun sat back down and cursed at the despairing Yang Hao below: "You son of a bitch, can we talk now? I don't want to die, but I don't mind taking someone down with me! And… burning a cop to death in front of so many people, that's pretty awesome!"

"..."

The voice coming from the walkie-talkie was a little muffled, but the mood of everyone below sank to rock bottom.

After a long pause, the Song man calmly spoke up: "Yang Hao, don't panic. Ask him loudly what conditions he wants. As long as it can be done, agree to it."

"Team leader!"

Yang Hao's voice trembled slightly. He wanted to bravely object, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

He longed to be a hero, but he also knew that at this moment, nothing he did would make a difference.

The silence of the Song people filled him with regret, so he could only grit his teeth and shout the message aloud.

"Haha... coward!"

Long Xiaojun's words were like a knife cutting into Yang Hao's heart.

"I knew this day would come! Do you know how much effort I put into getting these things here and moving them up? Ten barrels of gasoline, two hundred kilograms! I climbed up here by myself for six days and six nights! Don't dream about the gasoline evaporating to save him!"

The Song people's faces turned ashen.

This guy... he's a lunatic!
With that kind of patience and courage, what couldn't he do?
"Ha ha……"

Long Xiaojun felt increasingly pleased with himself, and even took out a can of beer and took a big gulp.

"Hiccup! Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. Heh... Now that I'm up here, I have no intention of running away again! I know that expecting you to let me go obediently is a pipe dream! Even if I did leave, where could I go? If I can't leave the country, I'm doomed!"

"what do you want?"

The people of Song calmed down completely.

Yang Hao relayed the story through gritted teeth.

"Haha! People live for money. I don't want much, just ten million. RMB is fine, no US dollars. There's a piece of paper in the boiler room office drawer with an account number on it. Transfer ten million to that, and once I get the message, I'll come down and turn myself in. As for the timing... it's up to you. Anyway, if this guy down there dares to make a move, or if I run out of gas, I'll set it on fire. Of course, you can also try shooting me! Come on, shoot me in the head, if you miss, two people will die!"

Long Xiaojun pointed to his head, appearing fearless.

Everyone knows that, without any vantage points nearby, it is virtually impossible to hit someone on the head from a height of over 100 meters.

At least, no one other than a professional elite soldier could do it.

There are no military troops stationed in Zhangzhou.

"You'd do something like this for a mere ten million? Long Xiaojun, is it really worth it to go to such lengths?"

The man from Song winked at the person next to him, then responded with a pained expression.

"What can I do? My son was held captive in Myanmar, and they sent back only his little finger. I was a law-abiding citizen, but what can I do if I can't raise the money? Do you think I want to go back to my old ways? Do you think I don't want to drink and gamble? But I can't! My son is dead, and the family line of the Long family is gone! I asked that bastard Ai Wei for money, and he dared to give me the runaround? Damn it, I lent him my name to take the blame for his illegal activities, and he wants my son dead?"

After a pause, Long Xiaojun continued hysterically, "I killed someone, and I knew I couldn't escape. Perfect! Whatever! I'm not running anymore! I'm going to die anyway, I'm not afraid of anything now. Ordinary people's lives aren't worth ten million, right? No problem! I'll fish them out! Fish a cop, that's worth ten million, right? I'll fucking rip him off..."

Long Xiaojun pounded on the brick wall with all his might.

And with his roars and curses, some details that were previously unclear were finally explained.

It turns out there are two "Long Xiaojun".

Long Xiaojun, who was involved in the theft gang, has been killed by the real Long Xiaojun. At least, that's what the Long Xiaojun above him was saying.

Unable to raise the money to save his son trapped in Myanmar, he killed his accomplice. Then, using the lives of the police and himself, he threatened the state for money. He offered ten million to secure his son's freedom and future comforts abroad.

This is the situation the police are facing now.

But from the police's perspective, is this something they can agree to?

If ten million is transferred overseas, not a single penny will be recovered.

What if this incident gets exposed, given how money can tempt people, and someone else tries to threaten the police like him?
And another thing! In recent years, the country has been desperately promoting awareness about Myanmar and the pitfalls of telecom fraud, so why are people still going there to get themselves killed?

Long Xiaojun is guilty, but should his son be saved?
Putting aside the distant issues, Long Xiaojun is willing to risk his life for money. What about Yang Hao? Should he be allowed to die for ten million?

How can it be!

Taking a deep breath, the Song man said in a deep voice, "Give me some time, and I'll arrange for the transfer. But if you dare to hurt anyone in the meantime, I'll risk going to jail to kill you, and your son too!"

"you………"

Long Xiaojun was startled and nearly dropped the lighter in his hand.

"Humph!"

He took another sip of the courage-boosting liquor.

(End of this chapter)