allendalepharm Chapter 104 Cooperate with Me
Chapter 104 Cooperate with Me
Chapter 104 Cooperate with Me
The metallic scraping sound of the bolt being pulled back was like an ice pick piercing the eardrum.
The madness in Song Zhaowen's eyes vanished instantly, and his movements froze abruptly—these guards had no idea of his background, and if he continued acting, the bullet would really leave the chamber. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.
In that brief moment of hesitation, the guards pounced on him. Batons and boots rained down on his back and legs, making dull thuds.
"Hong Kong guys are really good at fighting, huh?!"
"Hold him down!"
Song Zhaowen curled up to protect his vitals, gritted his teeth and remained silent, veins bulging on his forehead and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
(It's a pretense; if you're completely unharmed and stand out from the crowd, it will only arouse serious suspicion.)
This one-sided beating lasted for more than ten seconds until the discipline captain signaled to stop.
The beating lasted for more than ten seconds until the captain waved to stop it.
"Drag him to the solitary confinement cell! Report this for additional punishment—violent assault on a police officer!" The captain's face turned ashen.
Two guards grabbed Song Zhaowen and dragged him like a dead dog toward a dark passage at the edge of the playground.
At the other end of the playground, in the shadow cast by the barbed wire.
Ah Bao slowly chewed on a blade of grass, having witnessed every detail of the conflict. From the instantaneous counterattack to the frenzied rage, and then to the horrific scene of being surrounded and beaten at gunpoint—he watched with great interest.
As Song Zhaowen was dragged into the passage, A Bao's lips curled into a silent grin, revealing teeth stained yellow by grass roots.
"Ruthless, audacious, insane—" Ah Bao muttered to himself, his voice muffled and only he could hear it: "But this mad dog can be put to use."
Solitary confinement.
The heavy iron door slammed shut, cutting off all light and sound from the outside. The cramped space was filled only with suffocating darkness and a strong musty smell.
Time passes unnoticed in the darkness.
Swish, swish, swish, and then the sound of mopping the floor came from outside the iron gate.
Immediately afterwards, the iron gate, no bigger than a palm, was pulled open.
With a clatter, a stack of some kind of mixed-up paste, along with a chicken leg, was pushed in, along with a packet of pills.
"Painkillers, it's Brother Leopard's kindness!" A muffled voice said from outside the door before fading into the distance.
a few days later.
Song Zhaowen, with a stubble-covered face, was released.
The other prisoners all avoided this mad dog-like man.
Only Brother Leopard leisurely sat down with his plate in hand.
"roll!"
Song Zhaowen retorted irritably.
"Ha, without my painkillers, could you have gotten through these next few days?"
Song Zhaowen frowned, then put down his chopsticks: "You're A-Bao?"
"Nice to meet you!" Ah Bao extended his hand to greet him.
But Song Zhaowen ignored the other party's goodwill and scoffed, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. Tell me, what's your purpose in approaching me?"
Ah Bao withdrew his hand sullenly: "Don't be so wary. I know you, Song Zhaowen, the boss of Zhengxing. You can do whatever you want in Hong Kong, but on the mainland, you're either a dragon or a tiger, so you have to cower. Do you even know that bribing officials on the mainland is a serious crime, punishable by at least seven or eight years in prison? Plus, with what you did a few days ago, that's compounded your crimes. You'll be spending at least ten years in prison here. Who will remember your power in Hong Kong after ten years?"
Song Zhaowen's expression finally wavered.
However, he still scoffed, "What do you mean? Trying to lecture me on the law?"
Ah Bao shook his head: "Song Zhaowen, we're from the same place, after all. Tsk tsk tsk, I can't bear to see you waste your time here for more than ten years. I have a way to escape from here. Do you want to hear it?"
Song Zhaowen glanced at the other person: "Ha, I really should thank you, for bringing medicine and a way out, but I'd rather not! I remember a famous saying, 'Fellow villagers stab each other in the back.' Tell me, what are your real intentions? Don't give me any more childish nonsense."
Ah Bao's facial muscles twitched a few times after being teased. He cursed inwardly, "Damn, what a troublesome guy."
"Brother Zhaowen, I'm giving it my all, but I'm not confident I can succeed on my own this time. However, if I add your skills..."
"Ha, so you wanted to use me as cannon fodder?"
"How could that be?! I, Ah Bao, swear to God that I have always treated my friends with sincerity and never abandoned them."
Song Zhaowen stared intently into A Bao's eyes.
Ah Bao thought of almost every sad thing he could imagine in his life, making him seem incredibly sincere.
A few seconds later.
"Okay, I'll trust you this once. What's your plan?"
Seeing that Song Zhaowen agreed, A Bao's eyes curved into a smile: "Brother Zhaowen, I'm not trying to sell you the case, but as the saying goes, walls have ears. Just wait for my signal in a few days."
After saying that, Ah Bao got up and left.
But Song Zhaowen grabbed the other person and said, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Tell me the specific plan, or there's no point in talking."
Seeing Song Zhaowen's stubborn look, A Bao had no choice but to say, "Sigh, Brother Zhaowen, I can tell you, but you must keep it to yourself, otherwise we'll both die here. Here's what happens, in a couple of days..."
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The mainland doesn't support idlers, including those in labor camps. There's a small open-pit coal mine here.
Almost every day, all the prisoners had to do some labor, and every few days, coal trucks would haul away the black coal.
A few days later, the sky was overcast, and leaden-gray clouds hung low over the bare mountaintops.
The open-pit coal mine is like a huge scar embedded in the mountain valley. The prisoners work like ants on the edge of the huge mine pit and on the coal transport channels. Their dark blue prison uniforms have long been stained black by coal dust.
Song Zhaowen swung his shovel and shoveled the coal into the dump truck.
His movements were mechanical, yet his sharp eyes scanned the surrounding terrain: the steep mine slopes, the winding coal transport tunnels,
Several old trucks were parked in the distance, waiting to be loaded with coal.
Ah Bao was not far away, also engrossed in his work, but their eyes occasionally met, each conveying a tacit understanding.
Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed from the depths of the mine.
"Ah! My leg is broken! Help!"
The commotion exploded like a drop of water thrown into a pot of boiling oil. Below the mine pit, a prisoner was writhing on the ground, clutching his mangled leg and howling in agony, with a huge, loose lump of coal pressing down on him.
"There's a landslide! People are going to be killed!" someone in the crowd shouted at the top of their lungs.
"A black-hearted mine! They don't treat us like human beings at all!" another voice immediately followed.
Panic spread like wildfire. The guards tried to maintain order, waving their batons and yelling, "Back off! Don't move!"
In the chaos, Ah Bao suddenly shoved aside a stunned prisoner next to him, grabbed a fist-sized lump of coal, and smashed it hard against the back of the head of the prisoner closest to him.
The blow was delivered with great force, and the prisoner collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound, his entire body convulsing.