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

Late at night, on a winding mountain road deep in the Changbai Mountains.

The roar of the Jiefang truck was deafening, and two blinding headlights cleaved through the dark, snowy night.

Inside the driver's cab, a blast of cold air rushed in, making one's hands and feet go numb.

Zhao Shanhe drove the car himself.

These days, the steering wheel of the Jiefang truck is so heavy it's unbearable; there's no power steering, you have to rely entirely on your arm strength.

Wearing blood-stained gloves, Zhao Shanhe suddenly clutched the clutch when he encountered a sharp bend, and swung the steering wheel in a wide arc with one hand, his movements fierce and precise.

In the passenger seat, Erga Zi was huddled in his military overcoat, his injured arm in a sling, his breath coming in gasps of pain as the vehicle jolted.

But he couldn't care less about the pain; all he could think about was the truckload of goods that had fallen behind.

"elder brother……"

Erga Zi endured it for a long time, but finally turned around and glanced at the dark back, his face full of pain:

"Are we just going to leave like this? Car number two is still stuck in the ditch!"

"That truck wasn't just loaded with dried mushrooms! There were also two bags of sable pelts and several sets of deer antlers under the tarpaulin!"

"If some hoodlum from the nearby villages sneaks over and steals something from us..."

Erga was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh. That was a valuable item worth several thousand yuan; he would be heartbroken to lose it.

Zhao Shanhe abruptly swerved, avoiding a snowdrift, exhaling a puff of white mist, his tone flat:

"Don't worry about it."

"The goods won't be lost."

Erga was about to nod when he suddenly paused, as if just realizing something. He abruptly turned his head to look at the back of the truck, then at the driver's cab:

"Hey? Right, where's Dazhuang?"

"I just saw him crawling under the wheels to check the axle, why didn't he follow?"

Zhao Shanhe took a drag on his cigarette, his tone tinged with helplessness:

"That stubborn donkey didn't come up."

"Originally, I arranged for a militia platoon to guard the area, and I told him to come back to the city with me to rest."

"But the kid just wouldn't have it. He stubbornly insisted that he was the one who drove the car into the ditch and that it was his responsibility not to protect the car properly."

"He said that as long as he had a breath left, he would stay there and no one could touch the truck or the cargo."

Zhao Shanhe shook his head:

"No amount of persuasion can change his mind; he's just too stubborn."

Upon hearing this, Ergaizi stopped shouting and sighed.

"That's just how Brother Dazhuang is, he's very stubborn. But with him there keeping an eye on things, I do feel at ease."

"By the way, bro, you just mentioned... the militia platoon? Those militiamen from our brigade?"

"Isn't that Wang Changgui's man? That old man Kouzi always wishes we'd be in trouble. Would he really lend us armed militiamen?"

Zhao Shanhe gripped the steering wheel and said casually:

"I didn't borrow it; he insisted on giving it to me."

"I hadn't planned to contact him before I set off. But when that old bastard heard that my truckload of sable furs was being delivered to the city's local products company, he immediately got angry."

Zhao Shanhe paused, then mimicked Wang Changgui's usual bureaucratic tone:

He pointed his finger at me and said, "Comrade Zhao Shanhe! Delivering goods to the city is a political task!"

"If we let bad elements rob the city's goods on our territory, it would tarnish Kaoshantun's reputation! It would be a serious dereliction of duty!"

"Therefore, he immediately gave a direct order that the militia company commander should lead his men and take the brigade's few Type 56 semi-automatic rifles for armed escort."

Zhao Shanhe glanced ahead and smiled faintly:

"He wasn't protecting me; he was protecting his reputation for being 'highly conscious' so he could climb the ranks in the commune in the future."

"With him holding that big hat on their shoulders, those militiamen are even more concerned than we are. If the goods are lost, Wang Changgui will skin them alive."

After listening, Ergaizi let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair.

"Alright, with your words of advice, Brother Shanhe, I feel relieved."

……

3:30 a.m., Qinghe County Public Security Bureau.

At this time, the county town was deathly quiet, with only the dim street lamp in front of the Public Security Bureau still lit.

In the duty room, veteran police officer Lao Zhou was dozing off, wearing a coat.

"Boom—!!"

A loud engine roar, accompanied by the screeching of brake pads, instantly woke Lao Zhou up.

"Who is it?! In the middle of the night!"

Old Zhou pushed open the door in a daze and was startled by the scene before him.

A muddy Jiefang truck came to a stop at the gate, having driven recklessly.

As soon as the car door opened, two men, exuding a chilling aura, stepped out.

One was wearing a military officer's overcoat, and the other had his arm in a sling.

"What are you doing?!" Old Zhou asked warily, pressing his hand against the holster on his waist.

"Don't be nervous, old comrade."

Zhao Shanhe stepped forward and handed over a letter of introduction stamped with the official seal of the Municipal Native Produce Company for receiving goods, along with a freshly opened box of "Da Qianmen" cigarettes:

"I'm here to deliver that batch of foreign exchange-earning supplies for the city. This is the letter of introduction."

Old Zhou didn't take the cigarette, but took the letter of introduction and looked at it under the streetlight.

Good heavens, the red stamp on it was a bit blurry, but it did indeed say "emergency transfer" and "foreign exchange earnings." These days, anything involving "the city" and "foreign exchange earnings" was a big deal.

"Why did you drive to the police station in the middle of the night? Did the car break down?" Old Zhou asked suspiciously, his tone becoming much more polite.

Zhao Shanhe withdrew the letter of introduction, pointed to the half-covered cargo bed behind him, and spoke in a flat tone as if he were saying that the cart was loaded with timber:

"It's nothing serious."

"Just now in Heixiazigou, we encountered a group of road thugs who tried to rob goods from the city."

"I saw that they were having a hard time in this cold weather, so I brought it over for you."

"Intercepted from the road? Sent over?"

Old Zhou was completely baffled. This thing could be "carried along"?

He took the flashlight with some skepticism, walked to the back of the truck, stepped on the tire, and shone it into the truck bed.

"hiss--!!!"

This sight was quite alarming; Old Zhou almost dropped the flashlight from his hand!

He gasped, feeling a chill travel up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

Under the stark white light of a flashlight.

Inside the large truck bed, more than thirty living people were packed tightly together!

These people don't even look human anymore.

They were all bound hand and foot, their mouths stuffed with rags, wearing only underwear, their skin frozen into a strange bluish-purple color, covered with white frost.

More than thirty people were crammed together, but no human voices could be heard, only faint groans of extreme pain.

The old man at the very top is the most pitiful.

The arm was broken in a V-shape, with white bone fragments piercing through the flesh and exposed. The blood had long since drained away, and the wound had frozen into a lump of dark red blood ice.

His eyes rolled back, and his mouth was open like a dead fish, only exhaling, not inhaling.

This is hardly a way to send a criminal!

This is clearly a truckload of frozen, rotten meat!

Old Zhou suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man who was standing under the street lamp smoking.

Zhao Shanhe remained calm and composed, as if the car's horrific state had nothing to do with him.

Old Zhou swallowed hard, his voice trembling, and his finger pointing at the truck bed shook.

"This...this is what you meant by...picking it up on the way out?"

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a smoke ring, nodded, and looked completely harmless.

"Ah, yes."

"They insisted on touching things in the city, so we had no choice but to ask them to get in the car and calm down."

"Excuse me, could you please sign for this? The man with the broken arm seems to be dying. Should we call a doctor first?"