Chapter 317 I'm Very Fierce

"Boss, what should we do now?"

When the old police officer walked out of the detention area, several people immediately surrounded him, many of whom had followed him to the motel. The one in front was his deputy, who was obviously a little nervous: "The hospital called and said that Mr. Zhao was not dead, but... but think about it, he was not dead after so many bullets hit him. What is going on?"

Everyone in the circle felt a little cold, nodded repeatedly, and said guiltily: "Yes, what should we do?"

"What else can we do?"

The old police officer gritted his teeth and cursed: "Who the hell could have thought that we would encounter such a thing, not only meeting people from the Qinggang Office, but also a lunatic... If I had known it would be so troublesome, I would never listen to the instigation of the surname Zhao..."

He suddenly became a little nervous: "Have you returned the collected things?"

The police officer next to him nodded hurriedly: "Yes, we returned them all. Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao is unconscious, and no one else knows."

"Remember, we are just on a normal police call, understand?"

The old police officer stared at the people present and lowered his voice and said, "The Zhao guy is crazy. He made such a big deal this time. He asked everyone from top to bottom and wanted to cover up everything. I thought he was really going to deal with an ordinary team, but he didn't expect that he would involve people with special abilities... Involving these crazy people, no matter how powerful the Zhao family is, it is impossible to easily end it..."

"Especially, he was beaten into a piece of rotten meat..."

"It's really strange. This Zhao guy is not so unreliable at ordinary times. Why is he so reckless this time?"

He shook his head vigorously, no longer thinking about the mess, and just instructed:

"If you want to live well, you can't have any involvement with these people, get out of it immediately..."

"Do you understand?"

"..."

Some of his subordinates nodded repeatedly, but some were puzzled and asked in a low voice:

"In that case, why didn't you just let him go directly to the Qinggang Office just now?"

"Did you eat all the food?"

The old police officer lowered his voice and shouted: "The man surnamed Zhao was beaten into a rotten piece of meat, and his family will not give up. If we don't bring him back, won't the Zhao family cause trouble for us? Damn, when encountering such a thing, the only thing we can do is..."

He paused and gritted his teeth and said: "Act according to the law!"

The eyes of the young police officers were a little straight. This was the first time that the head spoke such official language in an informal occasion.

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Also when Lu Xin began to think seriously about his family problems, on the roof of the Fourth People's Hospital of Satellite City No. 7 in the Central City, a helicopter gurgled and landed in a strong wind. A middle-aged man in a black suit, holding a pipe, and with a carefully trimmed short beard on his lips, hunched his back and walked down the helicopter, then took the elevator to a ward.

Emergency surgery was being performed in the ward, and more than a dozen bloody bullets were placed on the plate next to it.

Lying on the bed was a complete head, which looked quite handsome, but the body was almost rotten meat.

The doctors who were performing the operation stepped aside and gave their place to the middle-aged man with a pipe in his mouth.

None of them dared to remind him that smoking was not allowed in the operating room.

The man carefully looked at Zhao Hui lying on the bed, and the muscles on his face tightened slightly.

After a while, he spoke hoarsely: "How could this happen?"

"It was done by a person with special abilities."

Beside him, a man in a neat suit whispered: "Twenty-four bullets, all shot into his body, but perfectly avoided all vital parts. Not even the artery that could be fatal was injured. So he is still alive. No one else can ensure that he can be sent to the hospital alive after two magazines are emptied."

The middle-aged man nodded slowly and said: "Where is that person with special abilities?"

"The Second Detention Center of Satellite City No. 7."

The secretary whispered: "It's not the person with special abilities in our central city, it seems to be related to Qinggang."

"Qinggang..."

The middle-aged man repeated slowly, and then a smile seemed to appear on his face. Under the half-bright and half-dark light in the operating room, his smile looked a little hideous, but his voice was still very peaceful: "My son, stupid, arrogant, unlearned, greedy, and... he also has the kind of psychological problems that are difficult to talk about, but he is my son after all."

"I know him. He makes many small mistakes, but he is a coward and can't make big mistakes."

At this point, he paused and turned to look at the secretary: "So, why was he beaten like this?"

The secretary was silent for a while and said: "It seems that he had a secret relationship with... a driver."

The middle-aged man frowned: "A man or a woman?"

The secretary said: "A woman."

The middle-aged man sneered: "How could a man like him have a secret relationship with a female driver?"

Faced with this question, the secretary also fell silent, not knowing how to answer.

"Prepare me a gun and four magazines!"

The middle-aged man turned around and walked out, saying, "No matter how disappointing my son is, he is still my son... and my only son. I rarely go home and neglect to discipline him because I stay in the laboratory and for our central city. Now, my son has been beaten like this. If I continue to ignore him, how can I be worthy of his mother?"

"Since the ability user beat him, he must have a reason to beat him, but it doesn't matter."

"After I shoot the bullets from these four magazines at him, you can start to investigate what happened."

"Since he is an ability user, he will not die so quickly."

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"Hey, kid..."

In the empty warehouse, Lu Xin sat honestly on the bare wooden bed, waiting for his dinner.

A shout suddenly sounded in the two warehouses next to him, which were obviously crowded due to the transfer of personnel.

A strong thug with yellow hair and a silver stainless steel tooth pounded the railing and shouted to Lu Xin: "You are so powerful, buying food and cigarettes. Tell me, how did a young man like you get here?"

Lu Xin glanced at them and lowered his head again.

Although he was imprisoned, he was different from these bad guys.

"Fuck, I'm talking to you..."

There was another sound of pounding the railing, bang bang, and shouting at Lu Xin:

"You are still pretending to be a young man in this place? Do you know that you have to follow the rules?"

"..."

Lu Xin sighed, held his right hand that had been shaking with excitement, and remained silent, thinking about life.

"Pah..."

Suddenly a shoe was thrown over, and Lu Xin looked up in time, and the shoe fell from in front of him and fell on the ground on the other side.

"Hahahaha..."

A loud laugh rang out in the warehouses on both sides. All the prisoners laughed excitedly, as if it was very interesting.

Lu Xin sighed, stood up, and said to himself: "Anyway, I'm already in the detention center..."

Seeing him stand up, the people next to him shouted even louder: "What's the matter? Are you anxious?"

"Come on, come here, I'll teach you the rules..."

"..."

Amid their laughter, Lu Xin turned and walked towards them. Facing the group of smiling faces that were getting closer and closer, he twisted his neck, lowered his body, and his body tightened strangely. His bones seemed to be deformed and broken. He went straight through the railing and came to the warehouse on the left.

Looking at those faces whose smiles gradually disappeared and whose eyes gradually became weird and frightened, he showed a very gentle smile:

"Hello."

"Who threw the shoes?"

"..."

When the little guard who went out to buy lunch for Lu Xin came back with a box lunch with chicken legs and a pack of ten-yuan cigarettes, as soon as he opened the iron door of the corridor, he saw Lu Xin in the warehouse on the left, beating a gangster with dyed blond hair.

The people around him were all pressed tightly against the wall, some with bruised noses, some with swollen faces, some with their pants falling off, and their hands covering their crotches.

They usually wanted to make a scene when they encountered something, but at this time, they were more obedient than each other, and there was not even one to cheer them on.

He was startled, blew the whistle in a hurry, slapped the railing, and shouted: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Why did you hit someone?"

"...How did you get here?"

"..."

Lu Xin stood up from the gangster, holding up his pants, twisted his body, and went back to the middle cell through the railing.

"This can't be blamed on me."

Lu Xin pleaded innocently: "I was sitting in the middle, and this person kept scolding me. At first, I thought I would just ignore him, but I didn't expect that he would not only scold me endlessly, but even took off his shoes and hit me. Of course, I had to go over and beat him up."

He clenched his fists, indicating that he was still very fierce.

The young guard looked at the fist-sized gap between the fences, remembered the words the old police officer told him before leaving, and shivered.

After a while, he reluctantly said: "Okay..."

He looked at the cell on the left with concern: "Is he dead?"

A group of inmates standing against the wall shook their heads at the same time.

"Okay..."

The young guard was relieved, handed in the lunch box and cigarettes, and said to Lu Xin: "Call the guard if you have any more problems."

"Got it."

Lu Xin nodded honestly, sat back on the small wooden bed with the lunch box and cigarettes, and slowly began to enjoy dinner.

The aroma of chicken legs filled this warm and friendly detention center.

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Lu Xin finished the last grain of rice in the lunch box with the sound of swallowing saliva, then sat on the small wooden bed, lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled smoke rings, looked down with some surprise, and unexpectedly found that the quality of this cigarette was not bad.

Although it is not as good as the golden filter tip that Vice President Xiao gave him, it is much better than the three-yuan pack.

After eating and smoking, he began to think about some serious things.

For example, the relationship between himself and his father.

When his mother left, he was actually a little worried that his father would take the opportunity to bully him and his sister or run away without someone to take care of him. But in the end, his father was surprisingly good and took the initiative to show his kindness to him...

His performance in the motel was quite touching.

So, in return, should he give his father more trust?

Since entering the second stage, he has tried to find opportunities to coexist peacefully with his father and carefully deepen his understanding.

The effect is very obvious. From the past, he had always locked up his father and dared not let him out, to now he dared to borrow his power at least. However, the inner vigilance cannot be completely eliminated. Usually, he only gives it 10% trust...

When the Sea Kingdom attacked, he was in a bad mood and gave his father almost 50%.

In the yard of the motel, at a certain moment, he gave him more than 70% trust.

That is to say, at that time, theoretically, my father could instantly cause more powerful damage than when he dealt with the red-robed apostle, and even take that opportunity to leave me directly... Of course, there is only the possibility of leaving me, and there is no guarantee that he will succeed.

What will happen if the trust level is close to or reaches 100?

Lu Xin actually looks forward to the moment when he and his father can truly reconcile and understand and trust each other.

But such trust is not easy to achieve...

After all, everyone has different hobbies and tempers. He likes to cook, and I like to eat.

He loses his temper and is petty, and I...

"Rustle..."

There was a vague sound of rain outside the small window. I don't know when it started to rain.

Lu Xin's mind became clearer, and he raised his head slightly as he smelled the moist grass fragrance floating in from the window.

This world is so beautiful, I am very