Chapter 70 Monster
Zhao Chenghao is an impulsive person who does things regardless of the consequences, and because of his limited reading, his knowledge is very limited. An Rusong believed that if it weren't for Shen Tai'an restraining and protecting him in the past, the grass on this guy's grave would have been half as tall as a man.
However, what this guy said tonight is very reasonable, that is, "The weather tonight is really good."
On a thunderstorm night, a murderous night, a group of people came and left wrapped in raincoats, burning the entire basement without leaving any trace. There are not many surveillance cameras in Seoul today. It is really not an easy task to find An Rusong and his gang of murderers.
The most important thing is that those who exist in the CD image cannot allow the police to pursue them with great fanfare, because the pursuit will probably involve them.
But even so, An Rusong did not dare to take it lightly. He firmly believed in one sentence, that is, there is no airtight wall in this world. What's more, everything they did tonight was not without loopholes. For example, Zhao Cheng Hao brought three people to handle the matter, and there was a possibility that they might leak the news.
The Hyundai car slowly stopped at the downstairs of Songquandong mansion in the pouring rain. An Rusong stopped the young driver who tried to get out of the car to hold an umbrella for him, and asked for the umbrella in his hand. Then he reached out and patted Zhao Chenghao's knee, and said: "Let's go down and smoke." A cigarette."
Zhao Chenghao was frowning and thinking about something. After hearing this, he subconsciously asked: "Why don't you smoke in the car? No one cares here."
An Rusong pursed his lips and said nothing, just opened the car door and got out.
Fortunately, when Zhao Chenghao asked Guiwen, he also got out of the car with him, then ran after him and hid under the umbrella he was holding.
The two of them walked all the way to the rain shelter in front of the unit door. An Rusong put away the umbrella and placed it on the ground. He then took out a shriveled cigarette box from his trousers pocket and took out two crushed cigarettes. of cigarettes.
"Smoke mine," Zhao Chenghao glanced at the cigarette that was almost broken into two pieces, took out his own cigarette and said.
"Brother Cheng Hao," An Rusong said with a serious expression after lighting up the cigarette and taking a puff, "You must treat what I say now carefully, because this matter really concerns us. It can even be said that it is not only our life and death, but also the life and death of Brother Jingsheng, Rubin, and all those who are closely related to us."
Zhao Chenghao opened his mouth, as if thinking. He said something, but he still didn't say it.
"Believe me, the people involved on the CD, whether they are Zhao Jinman, Park Heeta, or Quan Zhengxin, are beyond our ability to handle," An Rusong continued, " If they know that we have these things in our hands, you can think about what methods they will use to deal with us.”
Zhao Chenghao pursed his lips. He was not really stupid, but the muscles in his brain were thicker. In the final analysis, he was just stupid and bold and not afraid of death. But when the matter involved Zhao Jingsheng, he had to think more about it. After all, he himself was not afraid of death, but he definitely didn't want to implicate his brother Jingsheng to die together.
"Now, listen to me two things." Seeing that he paid more attention, An Rusong continued, "First, those CD disks have to be placed in an absolutely safe place. Don't let them be Anyone knows, especially those who are working with us tonight."
"They are all our own people," Zhao Chenghao couldn't help but say.
"I know they are our own people," An Rusong nodded and said, "Just because they are our own people, we should keep them away from danger, and those CD disks are very dangerous. Therefore, store them It’s a place where the fewer people know about it, the better. It’s best if only you know it.”
Zhao Chenghao frowned, but nodded.
"The second thing," An Rusong said, "the brothers who are working with us tonight are working hard. Give them a sum of money and let them go abroad for a while."
said At this point, he seemed to have remembered something, and changed his words: "Yes, our underground fire cheat is becoming more and more popular now, and it is attracting more and more attention. For safety reasons, we also have time to A service point has been built in the Philippines."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Chenghao looked unhappy and said, "I told you, they are all our own people."
" Brother Cheng Hao, I know they are our own people," An Rusong repeated what he just said before continuing, "That's why I asked you to give them a sum of money and let them go abroad for a while. , and then go to the Philippines to front our service points. You can offer them a higher salary, if 5 million won per month is not enough, then 7 million, or even 10 million.”
I feel like I am speaking for myself. His voice was a little louder, and he seemed to be a little excited. He stopped again, adjusted his mood, and then continued in a soothing tone: "Brother Cheng Hao, this is not It is not a punishment for one's own people, but a protection for everyone. How do you know they are unwilling to accept this condition? Do you think they can earn it by staying in Seoul? Will they not be willing to accept the high salary of 10 million won per month? They only need to work in the Philippines for three to five years and then retire directly after returning.”
"You just don't trust your own people!" Zhao Chenghao wanted to refute him, but he couldn't think of any reason to refute, so he could only say it angrily.
In fact, of course he knew that An Rusong’s conditions were very attractive. The monthly salary of 10 million won was two or three times higher than the monthly salary of a civil servant in Seoul. For him, For those of my subordinates who make a living by fighting life and death, with such a salary, they would probably be able to go to Namibia, let alone the Philippines. As An Rusong said, if you work for three to five years in the past, you can retire when you come back.
But Zhao Chenghao just felt unhappy. He felt that An Rusong's behavior was an insult to the word "friendship" and a betrayal of the trust between brothers.
Too lazy to refute this guy's nonsense, An Rusong took a puff of cigarette and said: "Brother Cheng Hao, of course you can trust your own people. In fact, just like you, I am also willing to trust my own people. But here is The first premise is that our trust should not be based on risking our own lives.”
Throwing away most of the remaining cigarette with a snap of his fingers, he continued: "As I said just now, this matter is related to our life and death. If I were you, even if these brothers get closer to me, I will Arrange for them to leave Korea temporarily, because I know very well that if there is any mistake in this matter, I will be finished. This is not gambling. If you lose once, you can pay back the next time. No chance, Brother Cheng Hao!”
“If you don’t trust me, you can tell Brother Jing Sheng what happened tonight and listen to his opinion,” he reached out and shook Zhao Chenghao’s arm. Rusong finally said, "I believe he will stand with me."
Zhao Chenghao said nothing, turned around and walked into the heavy rain. He didn't even take the umbrella on the ground.
Watching his figure disappear into the rain, An Rusong let out a heavy breath, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Zhao Jingsheng's number directly.
He did not dare to rely on Zhao Chenghao for his sense of security, so contacting Zhao Jingsheng in time became the only option.
In fact, Zhao Jingsheng is not very reliable. He has been blinded by hatred. However, in comparison, he is much more stable than Zhao Chenghao. At least, in tonight's matter, he will definitely be more cautious. cautious.
It was already very late at this time. After An Rusong dialed the phone, he realized that it was already eleven o'clock in the night.
Zhao Jingsheng must have fallen asleep. The phone rang for more than ten seconds before he answered it.
On the phone, An Rusong didn't want to go into too much detail. He simply told Zhao Jingsheng that something happened tonight, and asked him to ask Zhao Chenghao more specifically.
If you don’t consider the part of him who was driven away by hatred, Zhao Jingsheng is actually very smart. After listening to An Rusong’s vague words on the phone, he knew that the matter was definitely not simple. So he didn't ask anything on the phone, just said "I know" and hung up.
After hanging up the phone, An Rusong didn't go upstairs directly. He took out an almost broken cigarette, lit it for himself, and stood under the rain eaves, staring at the rain curtain so close at hand, wondering in a daze. Will stay for a while.
Before, he acted decisively and ruthlessly in the basement. He smashed the woman Li Miaojing to death with three sticks, and then without hesitation set a fire and burned Pu Zhenji alive.
This action immediately suppressed Zhao Chenghao and the two or three younger brothers he brought with him. When he got out of the car just now, the young man driving the car wanted to hold an umbrella for him. When he put his arms around him, the young man shivered in fear, as if An Rusong could strangle him to death.
Perhaps, in the eyes of that young man, An Rusong was a murderous maniac who did all kinds of evil. His previous calmness and weakness were all just an act.
But in fact, An Rusong is really not that kind of person. He is just that. In other words, tonight he is just an ordinary person who was forced to a desperate situation. Under the circumstances, He simply couldn't let those two women live, otherwise, he would be the one who would die tomorrow.
Before picking up that baseball bat, An Rusong was just an ordinary person. He was a bit nice, a little smart, and as a reborn person, he had some insights that were beyond ordinary people today. Other than that, there was basically nothing else.
If he was really ruthless and hard-hearted, how could he have been selling the source code of gambling websites in his previous life? Wouldn't it be better for him to make his own website?
But now something seems to have changed.
There are thousands of kinds of people in this world, but no matter which kind they are, try not to push them into despair.
After all, no one can judge what kind of monster will appear inside once an ordinary person peels off his "human skin".
(End of this chapter)