Feeding equation

Maybe I was born with a good impression of the police, so when I faced Song Qiao, I felt a sense of awe in my heart.

Song Qiao put the ID into his coat pocket, and before he could finish the action, a waiter came over to ask what he needed.He casually ordered a cup of black tea, and his eyes shifted to me again.

Although there is no evidence to prove that his identity must be true, I subconsciously think that he should indeed have a lot of background.

Without speaking, he took the coffee on the table casually when he looked away, and took a sip silently.The mellow aroma of caramel latte hits the nose. In general, coffee is far less delicious than it smells in my opinion.

Can't help frowning.There are all kinds of people in the world, and naturally there will be people like me who always drink coffee as Banlangen.

Song Qiao watched me complete this series of actions, with a serious smile on his face all the time.I always thought that high-ranking officials in the police and military circles would be the kind of people who talk like a cannonball and make the whole atmosphere tense. I didn't expect my opinion to be so wrong.

It was only after I turned my gaze back on him that Song Qiao spoke slowly.

"I'm sorry about your father." He had just said that when his father was betrayed by the organization, he was not a person in power.Suddenly saying sorry now, it feels absurd.

I didn't speak, I just held the corner of my mouth silently.

After so many years, my father may have let go of it.Now it's useless to talk about old things again.

Song Qiao seemed to have the same idea as me, paused, and said, "Haixin, do you want to leave the Red Gang?" In one sentence, my heart immediately hung in my throat.

I said that I was born in a family of policemen, with three generations of loyal ancestors.If it hadn't been for the changes in my father's generation, maybe I would have received a police badge early on and contributed my own strength to society.

It's a pity that good luck tricks people...

I kept my eyes open for a long time and didn't come back to my senses.Just when I was wondering if I had auditory hallucinations, Song Qiao spoke again.

"Your father's case was overturned a while ago. According to the investigation results of the special case team, the criminal policeman who was killed by Zhan Hui was indeed in collusion with the Red Gang." One sentence explained the reason why his father was betrayed by the organization.I still remember that my father was suspected by the organization because he was suspected of killing a high-level criminal policeman, which led to the current situation.

Seeing that I kept my head down and did not speak, Song Qiao paused, and continued: Now I have an opportunity to help you escape from the Red Gang.From three generations of policemen in the Hai family, to your generation..."

At this time, the waiter at the door suddenly came over and said "excuse me", and then another waiter with a tray served black tea.

"This is a handmade candy presented by the store, please taste it." The waitress's sweet voice sounded, and her energetic tone was like the colorful striped skirt she was wearing.

Song Qiao leaned back on the chair behind him, and only smiled when the two waiters returned to their seats.

"Of course, this opportunity depends on whether you have been poisoned too deeply by the Red Gang." He played with the white porcelain cup of black tea on the table, not intending to drink the hot cup of black tea at all.His glass is visually more like isatis infusion than my caramel latte.

I don't know if it was because of my attitude that I gave him the illusion, or because of my sensitive identity that doubled his confidence.He can say that he wants to give me a chance, which shows that I may indeed have flaws in myself.

Still, I was a little annoyed by his overly arrogant tone.To be honest, when my father was betrayed by the organization, we were almost driven out.If it wasn't for Wu Cheng's broken palm to save me, maybe I would already be admiring the Bianhua in another world, whose flowers and leaves never meet.And now he is confident that I will accept his proposal, which is too small for me.

He frowned and looked cold, the weather in the afternoon was so bright that even with a parasol, he could still feel the temperature of the sun.The strong aroma of coffee and the aroma of black tea similar to Banlangen granules wafted in the air.Maybe because I ate too much instant noodles at noon, I suddenly had an urge to vomit.

Opposite the round table, Song Qiao was looking at me with a smile.He seemed to really think that I would accept his offer, and a certain color appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I would like to ask, what do you mean by the 'opportunity'?" Picking up the paper towel placed in the cup and saucer, twisting it around a few times, when this slightly sissy action was not fully completed, I raised his head and asked.

Hearing my question, Song Qiao leaned forward and put his hands on the table.

"I said you can call me Uncle Song." With the corners of his mouth upward, Song Qiao explained: "According to the information we have, the Red Gang will smuggle a batch of arms from abroad recently, and I need to know the time of entry and the place of transaction. "It seems to be talking about what to eat tonight, eating chicken stewed mushrooms is a good tone.

I froze for a few seconds and shook my head bitterly.

"You mean to let me—" deliberately prolonging the last word, but did not continue the next sentence.

Song Qiao seemed to understand what I wanted to express, he was silent for a while, and then nodded.

"Yes, we need definite evidence."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Because I thought you needed this opportunity." He leaned against the back of the chair again and adjusted a more comfortable posture. Song Qiao narrowed his eyes and showed a calculating look. "If this mission is successful, I will report you to the higher authorities as 'the undercover police who have been in ambush for the Red Gang for many years'. Your identity will be substantially changed from what it is now..." After a pause, he continued, " It is said that in your father's old house, there are still all the achievements of your Hai family..."

My body shook violently, and a feeling of privacy being prying over my head suddenly.

"Haixi, neither you nor your father should be buried in the Red Gang..." The words were calm, without showing any emotion.But it touched the heartstrings just right, right to the point.

For the first time in so many years, someone recognized me...and my father...

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I don't know how I got out of "Pentagram".

Watching the man's back disappear into the corner of the street, an inexplicable emotion rose in his chest.

It's not that I haven't thought about leaving the Red Gang.On the contrary, it was because of too much imagination that he resonated with that middle-aged man named Song Qiao just now.

I am a very conflicted person.Even my life is full of hidden contradictions.

I said that I was born in a police family. My father Hai Zhanhui, who was sent to the Red Gang as an undercover agent many years ago, was betrayed by the organization.I have been treated coldly in the underworld since I was a child, and everyone regards me as the son of a traitor.When I was very young, I had a wish that I would bring to justice those who bullied me in the underworld.I come from a police family with a stubborn personality and temper. I hate crime and hate bad guys.I had high hopes for the police, even though my father had told me to go with the flow and be content.

When I was in the cafe just now, I was noncommittal to Song Qiao's proposal.

He asked me to help him get the exact information about the smuggled arms of the Red Gang.The so-called three fires for the new official, he wants to use this to suppress the Red Gang and consolidate his position in the police circle.On the other hand, the Red Gang has been rampant in the country for many years, and the authorities are also quite a headache.It would be even better if we could take this opportunity of arms smuggling to bring down the Red Gang.

However, in recent years, since Wu Si took full power to take over the underworld business, the anti-reconnaissance capabilities of the Red Gang have also been greatly improved. The secrecy work in all links has even been impeccable. All the undercover agents sent by the police to the Red Gang have gone no reply.This is also the reason why Song Qiao came to me.

Don't spend time and effort to dispel the enemy's doubts, go deep into the enemy's interior.Those people in the police are happy and relaxed.In exchange, I will be given an undercover identity by him to perform special missions, and return to the light instead of my father Hai Zhanhui.

This is really a rare and great thing.For me.

I can't help but sneer in my heart.To be honest, if it was a few months ago, I might have said yes to this without thinking about it.But now, inexplicable worries have unknowingly increased, making me a little timid when doing anything.

"Sorry, I need to think about it." I was surprised that I didn't answer Song Qiao's proposal directly.In fact, I couldn't fathom my own mind at all.His proposal is very tempting. For me, who has always had no fighting spirit but wants to change the status quo, this is really the best and fastest shortcut.But when I thought that I would face Wu Si directly once I accepted this proposal, all the ambivalence about betrayal was like an eggplant beaten by frost in an instant, and all of them withered away.

It's not that I'm so afraid of martial arts, in fact, I think it's not a day or two since I have been fighting martial arts.But when the great opportunity was really in front of me, I was inexplicably thinking of Wu Si kneeling in front of Zhang Yude and enduring humiliation one day time after time.

"Let him go!" His hysterical appearance that day was still close to his eyes, the gun he held was slowly lowering, and even his head was bowed with a look of forbearance.At that moment, I seemed to have forgotten what kind of disaster I was in. Just looking at him, the meridians in my heart were almost in a mess.

"Actually, it's not bad being with you." His breathless words on that day flashed past his ears.I don't understand why a high-ranking man would do that to me, I just know that when he forced me to perform oral sex on him, I was truly ashamed.

Song Qiao in front of me didn't know what he was thinking, stared at me for a while, and suddenly smiled meaningfully.

"Nephew Hai, I believe you are a sensible person." I don't know the so-called words.And he suddenly called me nephew, as if he was eager to show his identity to me.

How close he should be to me and whether he will harm me is indeed a matter of opinion.After all, he didn't show up in time when our family was in dire straits, and he didn't help us when we were alone.I know this very well, he is nothing more than trying to take advantage of me.

However, how much benefit can I gain from this kind of use?A brand new identity of justice, or a hateful traitor again?

He frowned and smiled bitterly, the coffee remaining between his lips and teeth still had a hint of sweetness and bitterness.

"Mr. Song, maybe the result will not be what you want."

"Don't be afraid, there are no absolutes in this world after all." Song Qiao said, took out a stack of small post-it notes from his jacket pocket, took out a pen and quickly wrote a string of numbers on the paper.When he handed it to me, his eyes and brows were smiling.

"No matter when, I hope to keep in touch with you. Nephew Hai, I hugged you when you were young..."

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