Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Scarface Liu was half-dragged, half-pulled by two young police officers as they carried him by the arms toward the police jeep outside the forest road.

The severed leg, kicked off, carved a crooked, deep furrow in the snow, with dark red blood dripping into the white snow.

With each bumpy step forward, his collapsed chest felt like it was being stabbed hard by a red-hot iron rod, the pain so intense that cold sweat soaked through the lining of his cotton-padded jacket.

Strangely, amidst this excruciating pain, which felt like being skinned and having tendons pulled out, a strange vitality slowly re-emerged in Scarface Liu's single, cloudy eye.

survived.

As long as they weren't trampled into a pulp by that living Yama in this chaotic graveyard, and as long as they were still alive and in a police car, this group wasn't completely wiped out yet.

Scarface Liu was shoved into the back seat of the jeep like a frozen mangy dog. As the vehicle started and shook violently, he gritted his teeth, his mind racing under the stimulation of the excruciating pain.

Just now in the snow, it was a true life-or-death situation; he didn't dare utter a single word.

But it's different now.

Zhao Shanhe did indeed fire the shot, and Han Laowai, that old bastard, is indeed dead.

Not only was it completely dead, but there was also a gun next to it, and six large, gleaming yellow croakers.

More importantly, there are the injuries on my body.

His chin was shattered, his wrist was broken, his leg was broken, and even several of his ribs were broken by kicking.

This is a truly serious injury!

Scarface Liu plotted viciously in his mind. As long as he insisted that he had just happened to be passing by and bumped into her, no matter how absurd the police thought it was, they would have no evidence to prove that he and Han Laowai were in cahoots.

Even if the excuse of just passing by is too far-fetched, he can still muddy the waters and insist that Zhao Shanhe was greedy for money and had a fight with Han Laowai over the division of the spoils, making himself just an unlucky scapegoat.

In the dead of night, in a desolate graveyard, there are no witnesses to the deaths.

As long as the water is murky enough, Zhao Shanhe's self-defense facade won't hold up easily.

What gives him the most confidence is his beloved son.

Liu Cheng is a legitimate police officer in the county criminal investigation team!

Even though they're blood relatives, Liu Cheng would never abandon his son to die if he ended up in jail.

With his son's connections and influence in the police station, as long as he could get him into the hospital and avoid Zhao Shanhe, that murderous god, Liu Cheng would naturally handle the rest, turning black into white for him.

Thinking of this, even the excruciating pain in his leg didn't seem so unbearable anymore. He leaned weakly against the car window, his withered lips twitching nervously twice.

In the front passenger seat, the tall police captain Zhou, who was leading the team, was coldly observing the emaciated old rogue with shifty eyes in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Captain Zhou lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the pungent smoke filled the cramped carriage.

Having been a veteran criminal investigator for over a decade, I've seen all sorts of monsters and demons.

Scarface Liu's self-righteous little schemes were like a leaky sieve in his eyes.

Captain Zhou quickly reviewed every detail he had seen at the mass grave in his mind.

In a desolate, overgrown graveyard, there is a bottomless, dark passage.

The man who died at the cave entrance was Han Laowai, a notorious bandit who had been wanted for over half a year and had several lives on his hands.

There was a Black Star pistol with the safety off, a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and gold bars scattered all over the place.

Then this scarred Liu, whose face was covered in blood, jumped out and said that he happened to be passing by this mass grave in the middle of the night when he stumbled upon the two men dividing the loot and committing murder.

That's fucking ridiculous.

These days, who has nothing better to do than go for a stroll in the deep mountains and forests, or even a cemetery, at two in the morning?

Not to mention that the tunnel was clearly dug and laid out by someone over a long period of time; it might have been dug directly from some hidden courtyard in town.

Captain Zhou flicked his cigarette ash and turned his gaze to the outside of the car window.

Zhao Shanhe was being held captive in the jeep behind them.

Compared to Scarface Liu's hysteria and nonsensical talk, the tall man remained remarkably calm.

Faced with four or five guns pointed at his head, he showed no panic whatsoever. He decisively threw away the guns, raised his hands, and clearly stated his reasons for self-defense and hiring a hitman.

That composure and confidence could not be faked by a murderer who had just committed murder for money and was about to kill someone to cover it up.

That was a powerful self-confidence based on the absolute right one's own position.

Captain Zhou stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his face grave.

A fugitive bandit, a ruthless man who keeps his true abilities hidden, a liar old hoodlum in town, and a bag of large yellow croakers.

This case tonight is going to blow things up.

The jeep crunched through the thick snow and turned into the county public security bureau's compound.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the young police officer, Xiao Li, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly slapped his thigh, making a loud, crisp sound that abruptly interrupted Captain Zhou's mental replay.

Captain Zhou's already furrowed brows suddenly deepened, and his tone carried a hint of annoyance at being interrupted: "Xiao Li, what's with all the fuss?"

"Captain Zhou! I... I know who that person is!" Xiao Li turned around abruptly, his eyes wide open, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Which one?

"That's the ruthless guy we just caught, the one being held captive in the car behind us! Zhao Shanhe!"

Captain Zhou looked at him suspiciously, racking his brains but couldn't recall anyone.

Xiao Li slapped his forehead and hurriedly explained, "Oh right, right, I remember now. You were on a two-week business trip to the province around that time, not in the bureau! It was around the beginning of winter, when there was a very serious incident of a clan gathering and storming the county bureau. Did you hear about it after you came back?"

Captain Zhou exhaled a breath of stale air and said in a deep voice, "You mean the situation where that Third Master Wang in the township led people to cause trouble? I heard the political commissar mention it when I came back. I remember that the higher-ups even issued a special document praising the comrades back then for maintaining restraint when faced with the provocation of the crowd and for not escalating the conflict among the masses."

"Yes! That's the one!"

Xiao Li was so excited he could barely contain himself. He pointed to the jeep behind him and said, "The document says we comrades should exercise restraint, but who in the bureau doesn't know that in private? If Zhao Shanhe hadn't been there that day, those Wang family clan members would have really turned the county bureau upside down!"

The cigarette in Captain Zhou's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Zhao Shanhe?"

"That's him!"

At this point, Xiao Li seemed to have finally reconnected to the truth, and his speech became faster and faster: "Back then, Third Master Wang and more than a dozen accomplices were causing trouble by stopping cars on the road, and ended up running into Zhao Shanhe."

"None of those dozen or so people escaped. He stripped them down to their underwear, leaving them frozen like dead dogs. In the end, they were all sent to the county public security bureau."

"Originally, the people had been arrested, and the matter was considered to have been suppressed."

"Who knew that the Wang family clan felt they had lost face, and that very night they carried a coffin and stormed into the county public security bureau."

Captain Zhou's expression finally changed.

Xiao Li lowered his voice and continued, "Those people not only carried the coffin, but also brought mourners, paper money throwers, and people kneeling at the door shouting their grievances."

"They say they're seeking justice, but in reality they're just trying to force the county bureau to release the people."

"There were people inside deliberately rushing towards the door and shoving our comrades."

"Later, it was Zhao Shanhe who made the move."

"He rushed in alone and quickly crippled several of the ringleaders who were causing the most trouble."

"In temperatures of minus thirty degrees Celsius, they used a fire hose to boil those thirty-odd people alive, turning them into ice pops! I heard that when they were taken to the hospital, many suffered frostbite damage, and some even had their hands and feet amputated!"

The carriage suddenly fell silent.

Only the low rumble of the Jeep engine echoed through the county police station compound. Captain Zhou's face gradually darkened.

Are you sure it's him?

Xiao Li nodded quickly.

"No mistake, I was moving files in the backyard that day, and I saw him from afar afterward."

"I didn't remember it when we were in the mass grave because my face was covered in blood and it was dark."

"Now that the car headlights are shining on it, it looks more and more like it to me."

Captain Zhou did not say anything more.

He pushed open the car door and got out.