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The two have been subordinates for so many years, Uncle Pang can hear the helplessness and a little bit of sadness in the old man's tone.Maybe it was just pretending, but Uncle Pang sighed and didn't do anything in the end.

Ye Sheng had already left, and killing Mr. Chen was not his obsession.In a sense, he has nothing to worry about.

The hand holding the gun dropped, Uncle Pang took a few steps back and closed his eyes exhausted.

Teng Cuo knew at this moment that Uncle Pang couldn't kill Mr. Chen, so he went up and surrendered his gun.

Mr. Chen looked at Teng Cuo and asked, "Where's the goods?"

Teng Cuo raised his chin towards the cave and said, "It's still there."

Mr. Chen nodded, and seemed very satisfied with the result.He waved to Yu Xing, who was staring blankly at Uncle Pang, and said, "Go and send someone to protect Haohuo, and clean up here."

Two bodyguards had already twisted Uncle Pang's hands, Yu Xing took another look, and left disappointed and excited.The temporary camp was quickly built, and someone moved chairs for Mr. Chen and Teng Cuo at the entrance of the cave.

"Little mistake," Mr. Chen sat down and asked, "Do you know who the person on the helicopter was just now?"

Hidden like a falcon, his sharp eyes stared straight over the humid air, and Teng mistakenly knew that Mr. Chen was asking about Ye Sheng.

He said, "I don't know." He frowned and thought for a while, "Master Tu?"

The mist from the waterfall made his eyes wet and bright, and he seemed sincere when he answered the question.Mr. Chen looked at him silently for a while, and when he looked away, he let out a "hmm".

Uncle Pang was tied up and stood in front of Mr. Chen and Teng Cuo.The bodyguard pressed his shoulders to ask him to kneel down, but he didn't move at all. Mr. Chen raised his hand slightly, and the bodyguard let go of his hand after getting the order.

Teng Cuo leaned on his body, raising his legs casually.Yu Xing had already come out of the cave, but Mr. Chen didn't allow him to sit, so he could only stand aside.

Now is no longer the time to be unanimous, when Teng Cuo's gaze met Yu Xing's in the air, both of them frowned.But Teng Cuo was proud of himself and smiled provocatively.

And Mr. Chen and Uncle Pang beside them are also looking at each other, the affiliation and experience of the past few decades are the same as before.Mr. Chen stood up and walked towards Uncle Pang leaning on his cane, following the gradually spreading morning light.It was true that his legs were handicapped, but he looked graceful even when he limped along in such chaos.

He stood firm in front of Uncle Pang, and looked closely at this subordinate who had once gained all his trust.

"Old Pang," Mr. Chen said, "I have to admit, you..."

He kept silent for a while, and then slammed the ground with his cane.He finally opened his mouth and said slowly: "I really didn't expect that you would betray me."

He actually had a hard time saying the last three words, but Uncle Pang was very calm, and said briefly to Mr. Chen, "I'm sorry."

Mr. Chen pursed his thin lips and asked, "Where is Yesheng going?"

Uncle Pang raised his head, stretched his neck, and said, "Sorry, I can't tell you."

Mr. Chen has countless ways to pry people's mouths open, but he doesn't intend to use them.He just watched silently, and finally said hoarsely, "The question is very vulgar, but I have to ask. Why?"

Uncle Pang's shoulders moved, and he said, "I treat him like my son."

Mr. Chen kept stroking the spider on the tip of the stick, let out a deep breath, and repeated in a low voice: "Son..."

"Yes," Uncle Pang also lowered his voice, "just like you did to Xiao Zhong and Xiao Chen."

Mr. Chen laughed, his voice full of sarcasm.The sunlight illuminated his face, and he smiled and said, "Old Pang..."

As if they were still a tacit understanding between superiors and subordinates, Uncle Pang responded: "Mr. Chen."

After the gust of wind passed, Mr. Chen drew out the sharp knife hidden in the cane and said, "You treat him as your son, but you come to touch my Xiaozhong and Xiaoliang. Lao Pang, you know, the old cat doesn't have nine lives with me."

Uncle Pang glanced at the blade, let out a sigh, and nodded.

The sharp knife was lifted up abruptly, and the silver spider on the handle seemed to come alive in the morning sun, crawling and writhing between Mr. Chen's fingers.Uncle Pang closed his eyes and heard the sound of the knife falling.

The screams echoed through the forest, and Mr. Chen took a step back with half of his body covered in blood.Uncle Pang fell down, and an eyeball that had been gouged out alive rolled down beside his twitching body.

"We are all old." Mr. Chen said quietly with his eyes downcast.

Then he stepped back and wiped the blood off the sharp knife with his thumb.He inserted the knife back into the cane, showing a look of shame, turned to Teng Cuo and said, "Pull him away and deal with it."

Teng Cuo nodded, looked at Uncle Pang on the ground, and smiled slightly.

***

Mr. Chen handed over the execution of Uncle Pang to Teng Cuo, which was a surprise to Teng Cuo.Four bodyguards were sent to protect him, dragging Uncle Pang all the way, and followed him deep into the forest.

Teng Cuo walked very far, in the name of dragging the place where the murder was done away from Mr. Chen, but in fact he used this to get a feel for the surrounding environment.There are indeed mountains and forests around here, and there is a small road leading to the mountain. Teng Cuo took people there for a while.

The dirt road slanted down the hillside and led to a position closer to the waterfall. Teng Cuo blinked and felt the wetness of his eyelashes.In order not to arouse suspicion, he did not go any further. He asked the four bodyguards to wait on the spot, and escorted Uncle Pang for another ten meters.

The soil was soft, and Teng Cuo didn't let Uncle Pang kneel down.He stood face to face with Uncle Pang in the afternoon sun, and said in a naughty tone, "Uncle Pang, come on."

Uncle Pang was fearless, and looked at Teng Cuo with his good eye open. In his other eye socket, there was only blood and minced meat hanging from the outside.Uncle Pang looked at the face in front of him, which was somewhat similar to Ye Sheng, and laughed with difficulty, which sounded like he was coughing.

"I know," he said, "that you will ensure the garden's destruction."

That's why he didn't expose Teng's mistakes in front of Mr. Chen even though he was forced into a corner.Teng Cuo understood, and said matter-of-factly, "Thank you."

He thought for a while, and said slowly: "Actually, you and I have no grievances or enmities. Mr. Chen can't see this place, so I can let you go."

Uncle Pang sneered with all his strength, and said, "I don't believe you would be so kind."

"Good intentions are pure bullshit in our world," Teng Cuo said with a smile, "but like you said, we are grasshoppers on a rope when it comes to destroying the garden. I just want to leave, and you, I want to see Yesheng again."

This incident really moved Uncle Pang, even though he was prepared to die before.The half of his face that had his eyes gouged out was still twitching slightly, and the corners of his drooping mouth moved.

"Actually, I can understand." Teng Cuo suddenly lowered his eyes, and said in a low and gentle voice: "After so many years, the cold-faced Hades has been warmed up. You treat Yesheng like a son, and he treats you like a son." As a father. I feel...although I can't empathize with you, but I'm...envious, really. Because I never had the opportunity, my father was a criminal, kidnapped My mother, even Ye Jianxi, killed my younger brother."

When he raised his eyes, his pupils were gradually soaked in water, as if he was about to shed tears at any moment.Uncle Pang didn't know how to respond. He didn't completely let go of his vigilance, but the person who was usually a monster suddenly became so depressed and sad, and the emotions he showed made people unable to tell the truth from the fake.

But Teng Cuo didn't seem to know or care about his scrutiny. He tensed and released his masseter muscles, and continued: "I didn't understand at first, so I don't understand you, but I understand today. You know it's a trap, but you still want to Follow Mr. Chen to the border, and at the same time arrange for Lord Tu’s people to come here to pick up Yesheng, you are probably ready to stay in the garden alone, and then you hold Mr. Chen hostage in order to let Yesheng leave safely. Uncle Pang, You are not working for Yesheng as a subordinate, you are sacrificing as a father."

He turned his face slightly, wrinkled the tip of his nose, raised his hand to wipe it, and a little sparkle in his eyes was stained on his white fingertips.The wind dragged his long hair. At this moment, Teng Cuo had shed his male and female appearance. He was just a child who longed for the care and guidance of his elders. At certain moments, he was very similar to Ye Sheng.

A kind of sourness pressed into the nasal cavity, and blood droplets flowed out along Uncle Pang's eye sockets where he lost his eyeballs.

"Uncle Pang..." Teng Cuo seemed a little at a loss, "Did you...cry...?"

He raised his hand and wiped the blood off Uncle Pang's face.

"I know you, Uncle Pang," he continued, "you are the killer beside Mr. Chen, but you have left this identity behind because you are already Yesheng's father. Feelings... It's really strange and profound. Look at Mr. Chen, he is also a father. When I see you and Yesheng, Mr. Chen and Chen Zhongchenliang, I feel very uncomfortable. The father I am used to is not going well When I was [-] years old, I was picked up and beaten to death, because I was afraid of being caught, the person who asked me to trade drugs for him when I was ten years old."

"If I let you go," Teng Cuo continued, "you will be able to go to Yesheng, right?"

His voice was very low, more like he was talking to himself to convince himself, while looking at Uncle Pang with tear-red eyes, his eyes were pitiful and aggrieved.At this moment, Uncle Pang suddenly lost the ability to speak. He had completely believed in Teng Cuo's story, and felt that this young man was far less invulnerable than he seemed.

Teng mistakenly described her as fragile, and asked, "Do you want to leave, Uncle Pang?"

The idea of ​​escaping was also around the corner, Uncle Pang nodded.Teng Cuo didn't speak, but Uncle Pang said, "I think so."

"You are not afraid of death, but you want to meet Yesheng again," Teng Cuo looked at him, "right?"

Uncle Pang was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."

Teng Cuo got the answer he wanted, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and weighed it in his hand a few times.His downcast eyes fell on the rope binding Uncle Pang's hands, and he frowned slightly.

At this time, Uncle Pang subconsciously thought that Teng Cuo was about to cut the rope, and had already turned sideways.

However, Teng Cuo did not move for a long time, he lowered his head deeply, and asked in a deep voice, "Does it look like it?"

Uncle Pang didn't understand.

"When you killed Uncle Teng," Teng Cuo suddenly raised his head and asked seriously, "Is it the same posture as me?"

Uncle Pang turned pale with shock, but Teng Cuo's face had become dark and vicious.He raised the dagger and stabbed Uncle Pang in the heart.

The sharp blade pierced deeply, reaching the hilt in the flesh and blood, and the heart was forced to bear the sudden force, struggling and beating wildly in the dull pain.But that was just the last struggle before it stopped completely, blood flowed down his chest, and Uncle Pang fell to the ground.

Teng Cuo didn't pull out the dagger, because the knife used to kill Teng Yong'an was left on Teng Yong'an's chest just like that.He just squatted down beside Uncle Pang, with one arm resting casually on his knee, and his white fingers were dangling in front of Uncle Pang.

His eyes were still red, but they contained the excitement of seeing blood and the pleasure of revenge.The softness and bewilderment of a few seconds ago have disappeared, and the evil skin is in his bones, as if turning his face can change a person.

He stared at Uncle Pang with those strange eyes, and said, "I know, you killed Uncle Teng."

Uncle Pang on the ground was in confusion, unable to speak.

"I got Uncle Teng's autopsy report back then. He was stabbed into the right side of the chest with a knife from above." Teng Cuo said in a pleasant tone, with a strangely soft and hoarse voice, "You are Mr. Chen's last A proud killer, tall and left-handed."

He had seen the clue as early as the first time Uncle Pang drew a gun on him, and he kept suppressing it until now, and he let Uncle Pang taste the pain of taking away hope after being influenced.

"I lied," Teng Cuo said, "how could I not understand the relationship between father and son. I used to have it, but you ruined it."

He watched the blood soak into the soil up close, as if he had returned to the autumn night 17 years ago.This time, the eyes full of evil spirits were really covered with mist. Teng Cuo didn't move his eyes at all, watching Uncle Pang die gradually.

He looked up the moment Uncle Pang stopped twitching and laughed wildly.

The sound overflowing from the throat is like a broken string, trembling and resounding through the mountains and forests, fragmented and extremely happy.It's a total release from tragedy, a bloody indictment of fate, and the joy of a child who, after all these years, can finally face the past and the sacrificed police officer.

The air was heavy with moisture, and when Teng Cuo lowered his eyes, tears fell to the soil.He lit a cigarette with bloody hands and stuck it in the ground.

"Uncle Teng," he said with his knees touching the ground, weeping and laughing, "Look...take a look...do you see..."

The sun jumped down into the dense forest, and Teng Cuo raised his head to meet it, his body was still trembling.The wind swirled gently, just like the original touch, as if it was responding to him.

"Uncle Teng..." Teng Cuo lowered his head, like a boy who took over from his elders and rubbed his hair.He closed his eyes and murmured, "Uncle Teng."

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