The life of Lao Liu since 1944

I left the police station with some regret, turned left and right and came to a yard, and determined the location.

He first carefully put on the mask, making sure it covered his face tightly, in order to avoid being recognized while performing his mission, and also as a self-protection measure.

Then, he carefully came to the base of the wall, which refers to the corner where the outer wall of the building meets the foundation. There are usually some protruding parts here that can be used as support points.

He first listened around to make sure there was no movement, and then made sure that the surroundings were safe and no one was spying nearby. Then, he took a deep breath, exerted force on his feet, and at the moment of jumping, he quickly grabbed the wall with both hands, and with his strong arm strength, he quickly pulled his body up.

Then, he used the strength of his back and leg muscles to throw his body upwards. When he was about to climb over the wall, he adjusted his breathing again, swung his waist hard, and his whole body jumped over the wall like a nimble fish. He successfully entered the yard.

Hou Jie slipped into the director's room as quietly as a ghost. His movements were light and agile, like a hunting leopard, silently approaching its sleeping prey.

At this moment, the director was still immersed in a sweet dream, with a satisfied smile on his lips, unaware of everything in the world around him.

Hou Jie gently passed a sharp dagger across the director's cheek, and the cold metal touch instantly awakened the director. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the mysterious figure in front of him, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

Hou Jie's eyes flashed with a cold and playful light. He spoke slowly, revealing an indescribable contempt in his words:

"You are the chief of the police station?"

The director was so frightened by this sudden change that he sat up tremblingly and tried to make clear the situation in front of him with a weak voice:

"I...I...I am the chief of the police station. May I ask what advice you may have for me, my hero, visiting you so late at night? We can talk about it. Everything can be discussed."

Hou Jie looked at the director's horrified expression and seemed to feel a little satisfied. He nodded and his tone softened a little:

"You are indeed a smart man. But you have offended someone recently, and someone asked me to give you a warning. Simply put, give me all your money, and I will let you go today, how about that?"

The director's face turned pale after hearing this. He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.

He sighed helplessly and tried to continue negotiating with Hou Jie: "Okay, hero, you name a price and I will definitely give you the full amount."

Hou Jie mercilessly slapped the director in the face and interrupted him viciously: "What good things are you thinking! And you still want a number. I want them all. If there is one less, I will kill you. If you had known this earlier, why would you have been so greedy in the first place?"

The director was frightened by Hou Jie's ruthless attitude. With trembling hands, he finally handed over all his belongings.

Hou Jie took the money, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

But he did not let him go. He picked up the dagger and stabbed the director's chest fiercely. His hand rose and the knife fell, his action was decisive and ruthless. With the sound of the dagger piercing the skin, the director's body trembled violently, and he stared at Hou Jie with wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

"You...you...you don't keep your word."

, he raised his hand and pointed at Hou Jie. After a few breaths, he collapsed and there was no movement anymore.

Hou Jie glanced coldly at the director's body lying on the bed, then turned and left.

"You big fool, I'm dreaming of keeping my word with someone like you!"

His back looked extremely cold and resolute in the moonlight, as if he had never left any traces here, and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the director's body and the loneliness and silence of the night...

After many twists and turns, I finally arrived at Wu Youren's mansion, the last stop of the day. I looked at my watch and realized that it was already three o'clock in the morning. I had to hurry.

This two-story building is simple yet luxurious, and its unique architectural style shows the unique charm of the Republic of China. This building, whether in the choice of materials or in the details of craftsmanship, reveals a different style. Every brick and tile seems to be telling an ancient and profound story.

However, such an exquisite and magnificent building is out of reach for ordinary people. In the Republic of China, such a house was not only a symbol of wealth and status, but also a hotbed of power and corruption.

Wu Youren, a high-ranking official in Zhima Hutong, is a typical representative of this kind of corruption. He abused his power to embezzle and accept bribes, and lived a life of luxury and debauchery instead of doing anything.

The image of Wu Youren precisely reflects the ugly faces of some officials at that time. Not only did they fail to make substantial contributions to the country and the people, but they abused their power and sought personal gain.

Although this two-story building is simple and luxurious, it is also a witness to the crimes committed by corrupt officials such as Wu Youren.

If it weren't for the taboo of killing a high-ranking official like him, it would lead to massive retaliation from the government. I must kill him tonight and vent my anger.

Those little Karamis can be killed at will; it won’t affect the overall situation.

According to the information, Wu Youren and his adjutant both lived here, which made it convenient for them to do things.

You have to be ruthless when dealing with these bastards.

Under the cover of the dark night and the inky moonlight, Hou Jie, with his excellent skills and firm determination, successfully climbed over the high wall and sneaked into the adjutant's room. He held his breath and concentrated, quickly and accurately finding his target - the sleeping adjutant.

Facing this aide who had committed many crimes, Hou Jie said nothing more, and directly and decisively stabbed him in the chest with a dagger, with a clean and neat technique, without any hesitation. Letting him die in his sleep was a good thing for him.

Hou Jie was disgusted by this kind of heinous person, and he thought it was a waste to talk to him directly. Therefore, he cut off the adjutant's head without hesitation and held it in his hand, ready to show Wu Youren his determination and strength.

During this process, Hou Jie skillfully used the power of space to ensure that the entire operation was silent and did not attract any unnecessary attention.

When Wu Youren woke up from his deep sleep, he saw this scene: "A masked man holding a dagger, looking at him with a smile, holding the head of his adjutant in his hand."

This scene undoubtedly brought a great psychological shock to Wu Youren. He opened his eyes wide and was filled with fear.

Wu Youren stammered after a long while: "Sir, spare my life. We can talk it over nicely. Everything can be discussed."