Chapter 116: A Hero's Fury is Not for a Beauty

  Hook, for years now, he's just been called Hook.

  He had no parents since he was a child, and his relatives also kept their distance from him. It was all thanks to the villagers who took turns to care for him that he made it to twelve years old.

  He didn't attend school, at the age of 12 he ran to the town to mix, mixed for two years and did everything from theft to fighting, was sent to a juvenile detention center, was stabbed by someone, at the age of 17 he was imprisoned for manslaughter, in prison he learned a lot from an old inmate, after being released he left his hometown and entered the organization where the old inmate was, later due to outstanding performance he was sent to a mercenary group in Siberia for two years of training, after returning he became the organization's top killer.

  He has money and spends it recklessly, every time he completes a task, he goes to a place to consume, and doesn't return until he's spent all the money in his hands. In recent years, he has traveled the world, but rarely returns to his hometown. This time, he was executing a task in Pingjiang, and Hook didn't want to come, but the price was high, so he stepped onto familiar land. He saw the changes in Pingjiang, the county town, and the towns, and even took a taxi to his hometown village to take a look around. He vaguely saw those familiar faces still living the same life as 20 years ago, Hook had no nostalgia.

  A killer's intuition made him feel uneasy from the moment he entered Hei Province, always feeling like someone was behind him, touching the police gun in his bag, Hook wrinkled his brow even more cautiously, not relaxing because he had left the scene of the crime hundreds of kilometers away. As time passed, he began to get annoyed, wanting to go back along the way and solve the enemy, but also vaguely feeling that the other party was not simple. In order to complete the task and ensure safety, he could only change transportation tools more quickly and frequently to escape.

  After entering the grassland, I met a boss lady in a hair salon who was quite good. At first, I just wanted to wash my hair and rest for a while before continuing on my journey. However, the boss lady's overflowing twin peaks made me accidentally touch them, and 500 yuan was inserted into her cleavage. The woman's charm fully blossomed, and we rolled together on the single bed in the small room at the back, with the door closed and the curtains drawn.

  The sound of banging on the door rang out, shouting that we are the police and to open the door quickly. The hook immediately got up from the boss's wife's body, put on his clothes calmly after rolling his eyes, and in the boss's wife's panic, he picked up a stool and smashed it against the back window. After the glass shattered, the police also kicked open the door, having received a report to catch whoremongers. Seeing that the man had run away, they chased him out.

  The police blocking the back door blocked the hook, subconsciously, the hook took the other as a gun-wielding policeman, and subconsciously pulled out his gun and fired a shot to gain every second of escape time.

  He hijacked a taxi, speeding down the road with the pedal to the floor. At a gas station, he hijacked another vehicle, a Jeep, knocking out the owner and throwing him into the taxi. It wasn't until several minutes later when police arrived that they discovered the armed thief had stolen yet another car.

  The car was found on the grassland dozens of kilometers away, but there was no one inside.

  In the pitch-black night, a big-mouthed fish was panting heavily and crouching by the river to drink water. On the vast grassland, some herdsmen dared not get close, and could only determine their direction according to the map provided by the organization in their bag and the Big Dipper, still several kilometers away from the county town.

  After drinking some water, the cat continued to run wildly on the desolate grassland, with the remaining snow and withered yellow land. In the second half of the day, the sky was filled with floating snow, and the icy wind and snow on the grassland were biting. Hook took out a mineral water bottle filled with river water, drank a big mouthful, wiped his mouth, looked at the distant city lights flickering, tidied up his clothes to make himself look less disheveled, rubbed his shoes hard in the snow to wipe off as much yellow mud as possible, and finally took out a tissue from his bag to wipe the edges of his shoes.

  He ran his hands through his hair, hailed a taxi on the outskirts of the city, and first arrived at the center of the county town. After circling around the street, he took another taxi and turned several streets before stopping in front of a restaurant. Hook didn't eat at a big restaurant, but instead slipped into an ordinary noodle shop, casually ate something, and made himself look normal, without any urgency.

  After finishing dinner, I didn't take a taxi and instead walked for over ten minutes, trying to avoid the surveillance cameras at major intersections. At a 24-hour convenience store in front of the train station, I bought a leather hat, a pair of shoes, and a yellow military coat. When no one was paying attention, I changed into them and then bought a ticket for the train heading to the provincial capital, intentionally buying it all the way to the final destination.

  Get on the bus, sit down near the toilet, look depressed, fall asleep directly, and soon sink into a deep sleep like other passengers in the carriage, with hands in the bag, holding that pistol.

  He had slept for five hours, and the sunlight outside and the noise inside the carriage woke him up. There were still a few minutes before arriving at a major station. He rubbed his eyes, followed the crowd to get off the train, threw on his military coat, hailed a taxi, and headed to the city center, where he found an old-fashioned bathhouse...

  After more than a dozen days, after traveling thousands of miles, the hook arrived in Sichuan. In this land of abundance, the hook let out a sigh of relief. He was still worried that the gunshot would affect the mission, but now he could finally put his mind at ease. He received half of the payment for the mission, and the other half required him to wait for some time to let the gun fire in different places, killing a few people, before it could be considered complete.

  For nearly twenty days of wandering, Hook was physically and mentally exhausted. Since enjoying himself on the prairie that one time, he hadn't touched a woman.

  Took the money and entered a very lively nightclub, lavishly squandering money, took away two young girls, and opened a room in a high-end hotel.

  A day of intoxication and indulgence did not eliminate the desire for debauchery, and he continued to frequent various dens of iniquity, using drugs to enhance his pleasure. Every three hours, he would change locations, sampling a variety of women, both domestic and foreign, in different styles. To him, money had only two purposes: to show off and to play with women.

  So high-profile and high-frequency, trouble came along with it. Five or six men blocked the hook in the bathroom, without even giving a basic reason, just to make a scene. When the hook's gun was pressed against the leader's head, the room fell silent. When the hook pulled out a knife from his pants and stabbed the man, others thought the gun was fake and drew their own knives, ready to charge forward.

  The hook doesn't use guns or knives; these people are all given free of charge. Yet he likes to see others in a state of despair amidst hope.

  A figure rushed over to the door with a speed that was too fast for him to react, grabbed his hand, and with one swipe, the gun shattered into pieces. With a swift turn of her body, her elbow struck his brow, knocking him out cold.

  He snatched the dagger from the other hand of the hook and stabbed it directly into the thigh of the first person who rushed up, one after another, all of whom were screaming and clutching their thighs as they lay on the ground. Two naked women hugged their heads and screamed hoarsely, shrinking into the corner without even bothering to cover their bodies. The white bed was splattered with a lot of bloodstains.

  Twenty days, half a month away from New Year's Day, he had been to more than half of China, Hook's cautiousness earned him the opportunity to live for several more days, his luck was also good, if not for opening fire on the grassland, perhaps he would have been caught up by Zhang Shidong before leaving the grassland.

  Zhang Shidong, covered in bruises from head to toe, was dragged out of the room by someone who had grabbed a piece of flesh on his back, and walked down the corridor, where people from the bathing center looked on from a distance without approaching.

  ………

  "The gun has been found, and the person who fired it has also been found. There were many of his fingerprints on the gun." In recent days, Zhang Shidong received countless phone calls, including a call from Zhang Jun, who had given up hope, to comfort him that even if he was forced to "retire" early, he could just stay at home.

  Only the women who were close to him did not make a single phone call, they were supporting Zhang Shidong in their own way, regardless of whether the relationship was confirmed or not, even if it was just as friends, they all took action. In Pingjiang City, a wave of public opinion condemning Chu Chu was also triggered.

  Many comrades in the Pingjiang Municipal Central Bureau have been secretly expressing their support for Director Zhang, not believing that their director could be a cadre with a problematic lifestyle. During the investigation, as Zhang Shidong's driver, Su Fang suddenly burst out in an unbelievable manner, slamming his fist on the table and scolding the members of the investigation team, being forced to tears and pointing angrily at the investigation team members: "Don't you have any humanity? Director Zhang works day and night, and you're framing him like this. On that day, it was Mayor Yue's banquet for our bureau chief, and he even had me sent away. If not, I wouldn't let people frame Director Zhang..."

  "Comrade Su Fang, when speaking, one must provide evidence. I can understand your meaning as 'Yue Pengfei designed a trap to frame Zhang Jun'?"

  Su Fang wiped away tears: "Forget it, I don't want this job anymore. Let me say something bad about Director Zhang, no way."

  Su Fang was young after all, and the child working beside Zhang Jun had always been treated as a junior by him. At this moment, he couldn't help but burst out in an extremely immature way that actually had some negative impact on Zhang Jun.

  Zhu Ning also made an effort, stubbornly fasting at home with his neck stiff, forcing the elders in the family to stand on his side. Under the pretext of letting Chuchu rest, she was temporarily not allowed to go to work within the municipal TV station. The bigwigs in the city did not make a clear statement, and the municipal TV station just laughed it off. None of the news about this matter was broadcast on TV.

  A leader from the Provincial Party Committee's Propaganda Department made a statement, and all relevant paper media also did not have any reports. Online, there were many people who were knocked down by Su Xiwei's powerful hacking technology.

  Chu Chu has become the most miserable person in the world. Now, when she goes out, it's a grand procession. You can't imagine how many cars follow her when she drives out after applying for protection. Every now and then, at least three cars are waiting for her on the road. At every intersection in Pingjiang City, there are cars waiting to take over shifts. The police have even chased them away before. Each car has two people inside. Roughly counting, there are over a hundred cars and more than two hundred motorcycles. Even when the police are not around, they will still appear within your line of sight. Once the police are gone, we won't touch you, but we'll get closer and use some provocative language to intimidate Chu Chu.

  Soldiers from the Provincial Armed Police Corps, under the command of the provincial government, carried out a crackdown and arrested over 300 people. The families didn't even resist, you arrest me just ask why I was arrested, apart from that I won't say anything, the more you arrest, the less I run away, those cars deliberately drove over and then sat in the car waiting for you to arrest them.

  In a block, over a hundred motorcycles and nearly a hundred cars were parked. The traffic police would tow them away for any reason, but two hours later, the same number of cars and motorcycles, as well as people, reappeared around Chuchu.

  One angry outburst can be worth more than a lifetime of romantic entanglements.