Chapter 79 From Now On, There Will Be No More Innocents in the Human World
Inside the garbage dump, after Old Yang fired a warning shot, Wu Shixiong still didn't stop running. He just lowered his head and relied on his familiarity with the surrounding terrain to sprint for his life.
The five people chasing him included Tang Baiqing and Old Yang, who were not in great physical shape, but among the remaining police officers, there were young and strong men. They ran fast and were agile, able to jump over small garbage piles, railings, and other obstacles to take shortcuts.
Wu Shixiong's physical fitness was undoubtedly excellent, but unfortunately, he was too heavy, which made his running speed not very fast and his movements clumsy.
After both sides had run more than a hundred meters, Wu Shixiong looked back and saw that two people had already caught up. He originally wanted to climb over the railing and sneak into the nearby complex terrain of the waste recycling station, but there was clearly no time for that now.
"Whoosh!"
Wu Shixiong made a sudden stop and turned into an alley next to the outer wall, planning to continue running along the damp and narrow road.
"Bang!"
The pursuing police officers were even faster. One of them was armed with a gun, and the other grabbed a narrow, long angle iron from the ground and leaped forward, hitting Wu Shixiong's back directly.
Wu Shixiong felt the pain and involuntarily leaned forward, his steps becoming a bit chaotic, tripping over his own feet and slamming into the wall beside him.
As his speed decreased, the two officers caught up in an instant. One of them shouted with a gun, "Don't move, or I'll shoot you dead!"
"I told you to stop!"
The other officer, seeing Wu Shixiong's sturdy body, swung the angle iron and repeatedly hit Wu Shixiong's right leg.
The solid angle iron would have knocked an ordinary person down in one hit, but after four or five hits, Wu Shixiong was still standing and even managed to dodge with his knee raised.
"Whoosh!"
In just two or three seconds, Tang Baiqing, Old Yang, and the others caught up, panting heavily.
In the dimly lit alley entrance, Tang Baiqing, holding a shovel, looked up and saw Wu Shixiong. He hesitated for a moment, then his eyes turned red with anger as he charged forward, cursing, "You motherf**ker, I told you to stop! Huh? I told you to stop!"
As he cursed, Tang Baiqing entered the alley, swinging the shovel with both hands, and relentlessly smacked it at Wu Shixiong's head.
"You wanna run? F**k your mother, causing us trouble during the holidays?! I'll beat you to death!" Tang Baiqing shouted and cursed as he hit Wu Shixiong.
Soon after, Old Yang and another officer joined in, surrounding Wu Shixiong and venting their anger with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Wu Shixiong curled up against the wall, shouting repeatedly, "Stop... stop hitting me... stop hitting me!"
"Stop? F**k you! Because of you, I didn't even go home for the holidays! I'll kill you!"
"Get on your knees, put your hands down, and don't protect your head!"
"…!"
All five of them had become furious. They were all involved in the case where Tang Baiqing took the blame, and their mental pressure these days was unprecedented, especially Tang Baiqing, the madman. He vented all his recent frustrations through the shovel and violence on Wu Shixiong.
Wu Shixiong might have been able to endure a single person's attack, but he couldn't withstand the onslaught of five adults armed with weapons.
Wu Shixiong was beaten to the ground, his head, neck, cheeks, and arms all covered in blood. He lay there, twitching, as he protected his head.
After everyone had vented their anger, Old Yang wiped the sweat from his face, pointed his gun at Wu Shixiong, and ordered with a frown, "Put the handcuffs on him."
At his command, two officers pressed down on Wu Shixiong's arms, and one pulled out the handcuffs to restrain him.
Upon hearing that they were going to cuff him, Wu Shixiong suddenly struggled violently, "Don't... don't cuff me... Tang, I'll... I'll go home and tell my parents... I'll pay you back... Please, don't send me back to that place... I don't want to go back. Please spare me... I'll die in there!"
"Spare you? Who the hell spared me?!" Tang Baiqing smacked Wu Shixiong's head with the shovel and cursed crazily, "This time, I'll make sure you get at least 15 years in prison, you motherf**ker!"
"Stop moving, or I'll kill you!" the officer holding Wu Shixiong threatened.
Wu Shixiong resisted fiercely, relying on his own strength, shaking his arms and shouting, "You... let me go... I'll do... anything for you! I'll be your slave... I promise to pay you back the 700,000."
"Stop moving, I told you to stop moving!" The officer couldn't hold down Wu Shixiong's arm with both hands.
"Let... let me go!" Wu Shixiong screamed in despair.
After struggling for a while by the wall, Old Yang glared at Wu Shixiong and shouted through gritted teeth, "Xiao Gang, move away!"
The officer holding the handcuffs immediately stepped back.
"You little dumbass, dare to fight back?!" Old Yang aimed his gun at Wu Shixiong's left calf and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out, and a cloud of blood erupted from Wu Shixiong's left calf.
"Ahh!!!"
His scream echoed throughout the entire garbage dump.
Old Yang held the gun, speaking viciously, "You believe it or not, I can kill you here without anyone holding me accountable, and it'd be a free kill?!"
Nearby, Tang Baiqing suddenly realized something and said, "Yeah, we should just kill him. He's a fugitive resisting arrest; we can shoot him on the spot and save ourselves a lot of trouble."
Old Yang glanced at Tang Baiqing, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Tang Baiqing looked at Wu Shixiong on the ground and swung his shovel at him, "If you move again, I'll kill you right now!"
On the ground, Wu Shixiong looked up through the gap between the two officers and saw Tang Baiqing's ferocious expression on his face.
The searing pain in his leg, the fear of the handcuffs, the despair of human nature, and all the experiences of the past twenty years merged into a sea of negative emotions, instantly igniting the long-repressed fury in Wu Shixiong's heart.
"Ahhhh!"
His scream echoed as the two police officers tried to pin him down. Wu Shixiong saw that they were still trying to handcuff him, and instinctively struggled against them with all his strength.
"Bang!"
The officer on the left failed to restrain Wu Shixiong, who pushed him away and sent him crashing to the ground.
"Don't arrest me! I... I won't go back!" Wu Shixiong managed to sit up, his eyes red as he shoved the other officer away.
"Don't move!"
Tang Baiqing swung his shovel, striking Wu Shixiong's arm again.
Wu Shixiong blocked with his left arm and groped around on the ground with his right hand, grabbing a hard object. Without thinking, he lunged at the officer in front of him with it.
"Splurt!"
Fate would have it, the officer squatting opposite Wu Shixiong was pierced through the neck by a broken piece of rebar.
"Thud!"
The officer fell backward, clutching his neck as his body convulsed.
"How dare you fight back!" Tang Baiqing stood just half a meter away, the alley dark and obscure. He thought the officer had been pushed down by Wu Shixiong and didn't realize his neck had been stabbed. He swung the shovel, intending to hit Wu Shixiong again.
"Bang!"
Wu Shixiong suddenly sprang up, still clutching the rebar.
Tang Baiqing, who had just stepped forward, was pushed aside by Wu Shixiong's body. He stumbled backward and noticed the officer's hands could not stop the blood from gushing out of his neck.
Beside them, Old Yang, who had been pointing his gun at Wu Shixiong, was also stunned.
Wu Shixiong leaped up, his body pressed against the other two officers. They had just tried to handcuff him.
"Smack!"
Wu Shixiong grabbed one of them and towered over him, his mind blank. He wielded the rebar in his right hand, stabbing it furiously into the officer's head.
"Don't move!" Old Yang took a step back, yelling in panic as he waved his gun. He saw his colleague entangled with Wu Shixiong but couldn't decide where to aim.
After stabbing the officer in front of him four or five times, Wu Shixiong heard Old Yang's shout, and without hesitation, charged towards him.
"Bang!"
Old Yang, terrified and focused on self-preservation, fired his gun without considering the safety of his colleague.
They were just one step apart. Wu Shixiong lunged forward, grabbing Old Yang's wrist and forcefully pushing it down.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The rapid gunfire echoed, bullets striking the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
"Don't... don't...!"
Old Yang's strength was no match for Wu Shixiong's. He tried to lift his arms a couple of times but couldn't. He was completely panicked, backing away, ready to beg for mercy.
"Swish, swish...!"
Wu Shixiong gripped a pair of iron pliers, straddling Old Yang, and stabbed at his neck and head three or four times.
"Thud!"
Old Yang fell onto his back.
Nearby, the remaining police officer and Tang Baiqing were terrified. They hadn't seen the first person go down, but they had witnessed Old Yang and the other man being stabbed.
Before Old Yang fell, Wu Shixiong's iron pliers had nearly punctured his entire right cheek, gruesomely tearing it open.
"Stop... you... don't...!" The remaining officer backed up until he hit the wall, not even realizing it. He frantically fumbled for his gun holster but failed to draw his weapon after three tries.
Wu Shixiong turned around, closed the distance in one step, and pinned the officer's gun-wielding arm with his left hand. With his right hand, he raised the iron pliers and stabbed the officer's neck three times.
"Splash!"
Blood vessels burst open, spraying blood as high as twenty or thirty centimeters. The officer wailed, clutching his neck as he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing violently.
Tang Baiqing, holding an iron shovel, stared dumbfounded at Wu Shixiong and turned to run.
Wu Shixiong caught up in two steps, grabbed Tang Baiqing's collar from behind, and pulled back. Tang fell to the ground, landing on his back.
"Don't... don't... Wu Shixiong, don't kill me, I'm begging you!"
Wu Shixiong straddled Tang Baiqing, glaring down at him, and shouted, stuttering, "We're... all human, why... why do you bully me? Why do you all bully me?!"
"Wu... Wu Shixiong, I... I won't send you back to the detention center, and I won't take your money..."
"Why do you have no... no compassion?" Wu Shixiong pressed Tang Baiqing's head with his left hand, his eyes empty as he said, "Being... being unable to resist doesn't feel good, does it? I've killed people, for real this time. One more won't make a difference."
"Wu Shixiong!!!"
"Swoosh!"
Wu Shixiong swung his arm, driving the iron pliers through Tang Baiqing's neck. He was nailed to the ground.
"Gurgle!"
Two seconds later, blood started to pour out of Tang Baiqing's mouth and nose.
Wu Shixiong stood up, picked up the nearby iron shovel, carefully aligned the blade with Tang Baiqing's neck, raised his arm slowly, and swung down with force.
"Chop!"
The iron shovel sliced through the air, chopping off half of Tang Baiqing's neck.
Wu Shixiong didn't run away. Instead, he swung his shovel around the five people and then struck each of their necks several times.
Under the moonlight, Wu Shixiong was covered in blood, with a bullet in his leg and a graze on his arm from Old Yang's son. He looked back at the path he came from, his eyes empty.
The leap from the second floor of the police station's hospital was Wu Shixiong's first act of rebellion in his life.
The murders of five people in the junkyard alley were the explosive release of nearly twenty years of suppressed negative emotions.
With his shovel, he cut ties with his past, and from then on, he would write his own life story.
Thus, a young man with slow thoughts and clumsy actions entered the world with an air of ferocity.
...
Two hours later, inside Sinaro Village of life.
Xu Er had fallen asleep in Liang Feng's house.
"Ding-ling-ling!"
A phone rang loudly, jolting Xu Er awake. He looked at Liang Feng, who picked up the phone on the bed immediately and said, "It's... it's Lao Hei!"
"Answer it and ask what he wants," Xu Er replied.
Liang Feng answered the phone, "Hello? Big Brother!"
"I'm in Sinaro, at the west side entrance of your living village's main street," said the man on the phone with a deep voice. "Come out and find me now."
Liang Feng was completely dumbfounded.
Only about five or six hours ago, Liang Feng had called Lao Hei, who said he would be there in a few days. But who could have imagined that Lao Hei would arrive here within just a few hours!
Chapter 79 From Now On, There Will Be No More Innocents in the Human World
Inside the garbage dump, after Old Yang fired a warning shot, Wu Shixiong still didn't stop running. He just lowered his head and relied on his familiarity with the surrounding terrain to sprint for his life.
The five people chasing him included Tang Baiqing and Old Yang, who were not in great physical shape, but among the remaining police officers, there were young and strong men. They ran fast and were agile, able to jump over small garbage piles, railings, and other obstacles to take shortcuts.
Wu Shixiong's physical fitness was undoubtedly excellent, but unfortunately, he was too heavy, which made his running speed not very fast and his movements clumsy.
After both sides had run more than a hundred meters, Wu Shixiong looked back and saw that two people had already caught up. He originally wanted to climb over the railing and sneak into the nearby complex terrain of the waste recycling station, but there was clearly no time for that now.
"Whoosh!"
Wu Shixiong made a sudden stop and turned into an alley next to the outer wall, planning to continue running along the damp and narrow road.
"Bang!"
The pursuing police officers were even faster. One of them was armed with a gun, and the other grabbed a narrow, long angle iron from the ground and leaped forward, hitting Wu Shixiong's back directly.
Wu Shixiong felt the pain and involuntarily leaned forward, his steps becoming a bit chaotic, tripping over his own feet and slamming into the wall beside him.
As his speed decreased, the two officers caught up in an instant. One of them shouted with a gun, "Don't move, or I'll shoot you dead!"
"I told you to stop!"
The other officer, seeing Wu Shixiong's sturdy body, swung the angle iron and repeatedly hit Wu Shixiong's right leg.
The solid angle iron would have knocked an ordinary person down in one hit, but after four or five hits, Wu Shixiong was still standing and even managed to dodge with his knee raised.
"Whoosh!"
In just two or three seconds, Tang Baiqing, Old Yang, and the others caught up, panting heavily.
In the dimly lit alley entrance, Tang Baiqing, holding a shovel, looked up and saw Wu Shixiong. He hesitated for a moment, then his eyes turned red with anger as he charged forward, cursing, "You motherf**ker, I told you to stop! Huh? I told you to stop!"
As he cursed, Tang Baiqing entered the alley, swinging the shovel with both hands, and relentlessly smacked it at Wu Shixiong's head.
"You wanna run? F**k your mother, causing us trouble during the holidays?! I'll beat you to death!" Tang Baiqing shouted and cursed as he hit Wu Shixiong.
Soon after, Old Yang and another officer joined in, surrounding Wu Shixiong and venting their anger with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Wu Shixiong curled up against the wall, shouting repeatedly, "Stop... stop hitting me... stop hitting me!"
"Stop? F**k you! Because of you, I didn't even go home for the holidays! I'll kill you!"
"Get on your knees, put your hands down, and don't protect your head!"
"…!"
All five of them had become furious. They were all involved in the case where Tang Baiqing took the blame, and their mental pressure these days was unprecedented, especially Tang Baiqing, the madman. He vented all his recent frustrations through the shovel and violence on Wu Shixiong.
Wu Shixiong might have been able to endure a single person's attack, but he couldn't withstand the onslaught of five adults armed with weapons.
Wu Shixiong was beaten to the ground, his head, neck, cheeks, and arms all covered in blood. He lay there, twitching, as he protected his head.
After everyone had vented their anger, Old Yang wiped the sweat from his face, pointed his gun at Wu Shixiong, and ordered with a frown, "Put the handcuffs on him."
At his command, two officers pressed down on Wu Shixiong's arms, and one pulled out the handcuffs to restrain him.
Upon hearing that they were going to cuff him, Wu Shixiong suddenly struggled violently, "Don't... don't cuff me... Tang, I'll... I'll go home and tell my parents... I'll pay you back... Please, don't send me back to that place... I don't want to go back. Please spare me... I'll die in there!"
"Spare you? Who the hell spared me?!" Tang Baiqing smacked Wu Shixiong's head with the shovel and cursed crazily, "This time, I'll make sure you get at least 15 years in prison, you motherf**ker!"
"Stop moving, or I'll kill you!" the officer holding Wu Shixiong threatened.
Wu Shixiong resisted fiercely, relying on his own strength, shaking his arms and shouting, "You... let me go... I'll do... anything for you! I'll be your slave... I promise to pay you back the 700,000."
"Stop moving, I told you to stop moving!" The officer couldn't hold down Wu Shixiong's arm with both hands.
"Let... let me go!" Wu Shixiong screamed in despair.
After struggling for a while by the wall, Old Yang glared at Wu Shixiong and shouted through gritted teeth, "Xiao Gang, move away!"
The officer holding the handcuffs immediately stepped back.
"You little dumbass, dare to fight back?!" Old Yang aimed his gun at Wu Shixiong's left calf and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out, and a cloud of blood erupted from Wu Shixiong's left calf.
"Ahh!!!"
His scream echoed throughout the entire garbage dump.
Old Yang held the gun, speaking viciously, "You believe it or not, I can kill you here without anyone holding me accountable, and it'd be a free kill?!"
Nearby, Tang Baiqing suddenly realized something and said, "Yeah, we should just kill him. He's a fugitive resisting arrest; we can shoot him on the spot and save ourselves a lot of trouble."
Old Yang glanced at Tang Baiqing, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Tang Baiqing looked at Wu Shixiong on the ground and swung his shovel at him, "If you move again, I'll kill you right now!"
On the ground, Wu Shixiong looked up through the gap between the two officers and saw Tang Baiqing's ferocious expression on his face.
The searing pain in his leg, the fear of the handcuffs, the despair of human nature, and all the experiences of the past twenty years merged into a sea of negative emotions, instantly igniting the long-repressed fury in Wu Shixiong's heart.
"Ahhhh!"
His scream echoed as the two police officers tried to pin him down. Wu Shixiong saw that they were still trying to handcuff him, and instinctively struggled against them with all his strength.
"Bang!"
The officer on the left failed to restrain Wu Shixiong, who pushed him away and sent him crashing to the ground.
"Don't arrest me! I... I won't go back!" Wu Shixiong managed to sit up, his eyes red as he shoved the other officer away.
"Don't move!"
Tang Baiqing swung his shovel, striking Wu Shixiong's arm again.
Wu Shixiong blocked with his left arm and groped around on the ground with his right hand, grabbing a hard object. Without thinking, he lunged at the officer in front of him with it.
"Splurt!"
Fate would have it, the officer squatting opposite Wu Shixiong was pierced through the neck by a broken piece of rebar.
"Thud!"
The officer fell backward, clutching his neck as his body convulsed.
"How dare you fight back!" Tang Baiqing stood just half a meter away, the alley dark and obscure. He thought the officer had been pushed down by Wu Shixiong and didn't realize his neck had been stabbed. He swung the shovel, intending to hit Wu Shixiong again.
"Bang!"
Wu Shixiong suddenly sprang up, still clutching the rebar.
Tang Baiqing, who had just stepped forward, was pushed aside by Wu Shixiong's body. He stumbled backward and noticed the officer's hands could not stop the blood from gushing out of his neck.
Beside them, Old Yang, who had been pointing his gun at Wu Shixiong, was also stunned.
Wu Shixiong leaped up, his body pressed against the other two officers. They had just tried to handcuff him.
"Smack!"
Wu Shixiong grabbed one of them and towered over him, his mind blank. He wielded the rebar in his right hand, stabbing it furiously into the officer's head.
"Don't move!" Old Yang took a step back, yelling in panic as he waved his gun. He saw his colleague entangled with Wu Shixiong but couldn't decide where to aim.
After stabbing the officer in front of him four or five times, Wu Shixiong heard Old Yang's shout, and without hesitation, charged towards him.
"Bang!"
Old Yang, terrified and focused on self-preservation, fired his gun without considering the safety of his colleague.
They were just one step apart. Wu Shixiong lunged forward, grabbing Old Yang's wrist and forcefully pushing it down.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The rapid gunfire echoed, bullets striking the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
"Don't... don't...!"
Old Yang's strength was no match for Wu Shixiong's. He tried to lift his arms a couple of times but couldn't. He was completely panicked, backing away, ready to beg for mercy.
"Swish, swish...!"
Wu Shixiong gripped a pair of iron pliers, straddling Old Yang, and stabbed at his neck and head three or four times.
"Thud!"
Old Yang fell onto his back.
Nearby, the remaining police officer and Tang Baiqing were terrified. They hadn't seen the first person go down, but they had witnessed Old Yang and the other man being stabbed.
Before Old Yang fell, Wu Shixiong's iron pliers had nearly punctured his entire right cheek, gruesomely tearing it open.
"Stop... you... don't...!" The remaining officer backed up until he hit the wall, not even realizing it. He frantically fumbled for his gun holster but failed to draw his weapon after three tries.
Wu Shixiong turned around, closed the distance in one step, and pinned the officer's gun-wielding arm with his left hand. With his right hand, he raised the iron pliers and stabbed the officer's neck three times.
"Splash!"
Blood vessels burst open, spraying blood as high as twenty or thirty centimeters. The officer wailed, clutching his neck as he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing violently.
Tang Baiqing, holding an iron shovel, stared dumbfounded at Wu Shixiong and turned to run.
Wu Shixiong caught up in two steps, grabbed Tang Baiqing's collar from behind, and pulled back. Tang fell to the ground, landing on his back.
"Don't... don't... Wu Shixiong, don't kill me, I'm begging you!"
Wu Shixiong straddled Tang Baiqing, glaring down at him, and shouted, stuttering, "We're... all human, why... why do you bully me? Why do you all bully me?!"
"Wu... Wu Shixiong, I... I won't send you back to the detention center, and I won't take your money..."
"Why do you have no... no compassion?" Wu Shixiong pressed Tang Baiqing's head with his left hand, his eyes empty as he said, "Being... being unable to resist doesn't feel good, does it? I've killed people, for real this time. One more won't make a difference."
"Wu Shixiong!!!"
"Swoosh!"
Wu Shixiong swung his arm, driving the iron pliers through Tang Baiqing's neck. He was nailed to the ground.
"Gurgle!"
Two seconds later, blood started to pour out of Tang Baiqing's mouth and nose.
Wu Shixiong stood up, picked up the nearby iron shovel, carefully aligned the blade with Tang Baiqing's neck, raised his arm slowly, and swung down with force.
"Chop!"
The iron shovel sliced through the air, chopping off half of Tang Baiqing's neck.
Wu Shixiong didn't run away. Instead, he swung his shovel around the five people and then struck each of their necks several times.
Under the moonlight, Wu Shixiong was covered in blood, with a bullet in his leg and a graze on his arm from Old Yang's son. He looked back at the path he came from, his eyes empty.
The leap from the second floor of the police station's hospital was Wu Shixiong's first act of rebellion in his life.
The murders of five people in the junkyard alley were the explosive release of nearly twenty years of suppressed negative emotions.
With his shovel, he cut ties with his past, and from then on, he would write his own life story.
Thus, a young man with slow thoughts and clumsy actions entered the world with an air of ferocity.
...
Two hours later, inside Sinaro Village of life.
Xu Er had fallen asleep in Liang Feng's house.
"Ding-ling-ling!"
A phone rang loudly, jolting Xu Er awake. He looked at Liang Feng, who picked up the phone on the bed immediately and said, "It's... it's Lao Hei!"
"Answer it and ask what he wants," Xu Er replied.
Liang Feng answered the phone, "Hello? Big Brother!"
"I'm in Sinaro, at the west side entrance of your living village's main street," said the man on the phone with a deep voice. "Come out and find me now."
Liang Feng was completely dumbfounded.
Only about five or six hours ago, Liang Feng had called Lao Hei, who said he would be there in a few days. But who could have imagined that Lao Hei would arrive here within just a few hours!
