HCB Chapter 160 Let Me Wash Your Mind
Chapter 160 Let Me Wash Your Mind
The alarm from the electrocardiogram monitor blared mournfully in the intensive care unit.
"Beep—beep—beep—!"
The red numbers were jumping wildly, like Zhao Lichun's blood vessels about to burst.
This old fox has lived for over sixty years and has spent his entire life playing the hawk game. Even when facing the top big shots in the capital, he has never felt such fear as he does now.
Because standing before him was not a rule-abiding bureaucrat, but a demon who had crawled back from hell.
Qi Tongwei was dripping with sweat.
The tactical vest, soaked with the muddy water of Crescent Lake, clung heavily to his body, outlining every bulging muscle line.
His bangs hung messily over his forehead, unable to conceal his eyes that gleamed with a cold, eerie light.
The muzzle is very steady.
It was as steady as aiming at a stationary object on a shooting range.
"Tong...Tong Wei..."
Zhao Lichun wanted to speak, but it felt like there was a wad of waterlogged cotton stuck in his throat, making his voice dry, hoarse, and trembling.
His withered hand gripped the white sheet tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. Blood flowed back up the IV tube due to the violent movement, staining the transparent tube with a glaring red.
"Secretary Zhao, is your throat bothering you?"
Qi Tongwei's lips curled up slightly, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.
He stepped forward.
The pair of muddy combat boots left a dark footprint on the white floor tiles.
"You need to moisten your throat."
Qi Tongwei reached out with his left hand and grabbed the stainless steel kettle on the bedside table.
Without the slightest hesitation.
"Splash!"
Half a pot of overnight cold water was poured over Zhao Lichun's head.
It was icy cold.
Zhao Lichun shuddered, his cloudy old eyes flashing with shock and anger.
Water droplets streamed down his thinning hair, across his deeply lined old face, and into his expensive silk hospital gown.
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhao Lichun coughed violently and tried to sit up.
"Bang!"
Qi Tongwei slammed the butt of his gun heavily onto the edge of the bed.
The solid wood bed board was smashed, leaving a chip in it, and wood chips flew everywhere.
Zhao Lichun froze, swallowing back the angry curse that was on the tip of his tongue.
"Don't move."
Qi Tongwei's voice was very soft, yet it carried a chilling metallic quality.
"If you move around, and my finger even trembles, that would be medical malpractice."
A soft laugh came from the doorway.
"Pfft."
Ye Cunxin walked in barefoot.
She was like a lazy Persian cat, still exuding a nonchalant charm even in this chaotic environment.
The oversized police uniform jacket was draped loosely over her body.
The men's clothes were way too big for her.
The hem hangs down, barely covering the most private area at the base of the thighs.
Two long, straight legs were completely exposed to the air, the skin pale from being soaked in the lake water, yet it shone with a delicate, porcelain-like luster under the lights.
Especially his knees and calves, which still bore bruises and bloodstains from bumping into the rocks.
This fragmented beauty, combined with the police uniform that represents absolute power, creates a visual impact that is enough to make any man's blood boil.
With each step she took, the hem of her police uniform would lift slightly as she swayed her hips.
Appearing and disappearing intermittently.
That feeling of going commando is even more deadly than being naked.
Ye Cunxin walked to the other side of the hospital bed.
She didn't look at Zhao Lichun, but instead stretched out her slender, fair hands and slowly tidied her wet, long hair.
Water droplets from the ends of his hair fell onto the back of Zhao Lichun's hand.
"Is this the old man who wanted to blow me to pieces?"
Ye Cunxin tilted her head, her peach blossom eyes scrutinizing Zhao Lichun from head to toe, as if she were looking at a beast of burden waiting to be slaughtered.
She extended a finger and gently lifted the ventilator mask from Zhao Lichun's chin.
"He's not even that good-looking, he looks like he's about to die."
Zhao Lichun was caught between these two menacing figures, and his heart was pounding in his throat.
He forced himself to calm down.
This is a hospital.
There is a surveillance camera at the end of the corridor.
Even if the bodyguards fall, as long as we buy time, Sha Ruijin and the people from the Provincial Public Security Bureau will definitely arrive.
"Qi Tongwei, what do you want to do?"
Zhao Lichun took a deep breath, trying to regain the feeling of giving orders as usual.
"I am a high-ranking Party cadre. This is kidnapping! This is murder! Do you know the consequences?"
"This is a society governed by the rule of law, not your border line where only drug dealers and dead people exist!"
"Rule of law?"
Qi Tongwei seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
He bent down, and the muzzle of the gun slid down Zhao Lichun's forehead.
The cold barrel of the gun sliced across the loose skin, past the bridge of the nose, and finally pierced Zhao Lichun's still-talking mouth.
"Ugh—!"
Zhao Lichun's pupils dilated, and he made indistinct sobs.
The hard steel pressed against his gums, and the metallic, bloody taste instantly filled his mouth.
"When you blew up the Crescent Lake dam, did you talk about the rule of law?"
Qi Tongwei leaned close to Zhao Lichun's ear, his voice low and menacing, like a devil's whisper.
"The old people in Heishi Township who eat Guanyin clay, the little girl who fell to her death in Yanshan County, and the children in the cabin of Luzhou Port who are waiting to have their organs harvested."
"Secretary Zhao, have you spoken to them about the rule of law?"
Qi Tongwei slowly pulled the trigger.
The hammer made a soft "click" sound.
That was the sound of something in a semi-ready-to-fire state.
With just a little more force, the bullet would spin as it burst from the barrel, blasting Zhao Lichun's head off and smearing his filthy brains all over the white wall behind him.
It smells like urine.
A warm liquid flowed down Zhao Lichun's trouser leg, soaking the bed sheet.
This local tyrant, who once held sway over Handong, was terrified.
"It's so dirty."
Ye Cunxin wrinkled her nose in disgust and took half a step back.
She lifted one leg, her foot, covered in tiny scars, resting on the edge of the bed.
The hem of the police uniform slipped down significantly with this movement.
In that instant.
A large expanse of her smooth, snow-white inner thighs was exposed.
The raw, wild, and alluring imagery, intertwined with the pervasive atmosphere of death in the ward, created a bizarre and insane tension.
Ye Cunxin didn't care about being exposed at all.
Or rather, she enjoys the feeling of being in control.
She pulled the black USB drive, wrapped in a waterproof bag, from her police uniform pocket.
"Clatter".
The USB drive was thrown onto Zhao Lichun's chest, which was covered in cold sweat.
"Secretary Zhao, don't rush to pee."
Ye Cunxin leaned down, her hands supporting her on the mattress, her deep breasts creating a striking curve in her wide neckline.
Water droplets slid down her collarbone and seeped into those two breathtakingly full mounds.
She stuck out her tongue and licked her slightly chapped red lips, smiling like a fairy.
"This is a ledger for 12 billion."
"That's also why you wanted to kill them to silence them."
"Look how thoughtful we are, we brought your things back to you."
Zhao Lichun stared intently at the black USB drive on his chest.
His eyes were filled with despair.
It’s over.
It's all over.
Once this thing is exposed to the light of day, even if he has extraordinary abilities, he'll spend the rest of his life in jail.
"Tongwei..."
With a gun barrel in his mouth, Zhao Lichun begged for mercy incoherently.
"Let me go... I can protect you... You'll be a ministerial-level official... You can go wherever you want..."
"I'll give you all the money from overseas... the Ye family... I can also get in touch with the Ye family..."
He was making a final, desperate struggle.
As long as Qi Tongwei is greedy.
As long as this kid still has even a shred of ambition to climb the social ladder, he won't actually fire the gun.
Looking at the old dog's groveling and begging, Qi Tongwei's murderous intent only intensified.
He slowly pulled out the gun barrel.
The muzzle of the gun was smeared with Zhao Lichun's saliva.
Qi Tongwei wiped his hands on Zhao Lichun's hospital gown with a look of disgust.
"Zhao Lichun, you've got one thing wrong."
Qi Tongwei straightened up, and the oppressive feeling, like that of a mountain, made the air seem thin.
"I don't want your money, nor do I want your official position."
What I want is dignity.
"It's your dignity that's been trampled into the mud by you, by Liang Qunfeng, and by this rotten world!"
Qi Tongwei suddenly raised his hand.
"Snapped!"
A resounding slap landed hard on Zhao Lichun's face.
That slap used a clever technique.
Zhao Lichun's face swelled up instantly, and two blood-stained back molars flew out, hitting the wall with a clanging sound.
"This slap was for Chen Hai."
He slapped her again with his backhand.
"Snapped!"
Zhao Lichun was beaten until his vision went black, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he collapsed onto the pillow like a rag doll.
"This slap is for the little girl who died on the rope ladder."
Qi Tongwei grabbed Zhao Lichun by the collar and forcibly lifted him off the bed.
It's like carrying an old dog waiting to be slaughtered.
"As for the final shot..."
Qi Tongwei pressed the gun barrel against Zhao Lichun's forehead again.
This time, there was no hesitation whatsoever.
The index finger begins to slowly apply force.
The trigger made a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
Zhao Lichun's eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and the fear of death caused his whole body to convulse.
"stop--!"
A loud shout came from the doorway.
A series of hurried footsteps sounded.
Sha Ruijin, his face ashen, strode into the ward.
Behind him followed Tian Guofu, along with more than a dozen heavily armed special police officers.
Countless dark gun barrels were instantly pointed at Qi Tongwei.
"Qi Tongwei! Put the gun down!"
Sha Ruijin shouted angrily, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
If Qi Tongwei really killed Zhao Lichun in front of him, then the nature of this matter would change completely.
That's vigilante justice.
That would be a serious political incident!
The sky over the entire Handong region is about to be pierced!
The atmosphere in the ward was extremely tense.
You could hear a pin drop.
Only Zhao Lichun's heavy breathing could be heard, a sound of relief at surviving a disaster.
He looked at Sha Ruijin as if he had seen a savior, and struggled desperately to call for help.
Qi Tongwei did not turn around.
He maintained the same gun-holding posture, his back as straight as a pine tree.
Ye Cunxin did not move.
She remained languidly leaning against the bed, even picking up a fruit knife from the fruit bowl with great interest and deftly twirling it between her fingers.
The gleaming blade reflected off her alluring red lips, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.
"Secretary Sha."
Qi Tongwei finally spoke.
The voice was eerily calm.
"You're too late."
"It's not too late!"
Sha Ruijin strode forward, but he dared not get too close, for fear of provoking Qi Tongwei.
"Comrade Tongwei, I know you've been wronged, you're a great hero! But we must uphold the law! We must hand him over to the people for judgment! With that one shot, you've gone from a hero to a criminal!"
"I'm not afraid to be a sinner."
Qi Tongwei said calmly.
"I crawled out of a pile of dead bodies and never thought of going back clean."
He turned his head and looked at Sha Ruijin.
There was no madness in those eyes, only a sense of world-weariness and sorrow.
"Secretary Sha, take a look at this person."
Qi Tongwei pointed the gun at Zhao Lichun's head.
"He has been in this position for twenty years."
"The people of Handong have been exploited by him for twenty years."
"To let him off easy by the law? That would be letting him off too easily."
"I want him to live."
Qi Tongwei suddenly laughed.
His smile was chilling.
"I want him to open his eyes wide and watch how his proud Zhao family dynasty crumbles bit by bit right before his eyes."
"Watching his son spend the rest of his life in jail, watching his henchmen fall from grace one by one."
Done.
Qi Tongwei flicked his wrist.
"Click."
The magazine slipped and fell to the ground.
Then, the loaded bullet was ejected and landed with a clatter beside Zhao Lichun's pillow.
That was a warning from Death.
Qi Tongwei casually tossed the empty gun to the SWAT officer behind him.
He turned around and took the USB drive from Ye Cunxin's hand.
Then, in front of everyone, he slammed it heavily into Sha Ruijin's hand.
"Here is irrefutable evidence of Zhao Lichun embezzling 12 billion yuan of poverty alleviation funds and plotting to blow up the Crescent Lake Dam in this hospital."
Qi Tongwei's voice echoed in the ward, each word like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's heart.
Sha Ruijin held the small USB drive, feeling as if it weighed an ounce.
My hands were shaking.
12 billion!
Blow up the dam!
How insane! How utterly depraved!
If Zhao Lichun is not killed, it would be an outrage against heaven and earth!
"take away!"
Sha Ruijin took a deep breath and almost shouted it out.
"Cuff Zhao Lichun! Even if he dies in the ICU, drag him to the interrogation room!"
Two special police officers rushed forward like wolves and dragged Zhao Lichun off the bed. The cold handcuffs snapped shut on his wrists.
Zhao Lichun was like a lump of mud, too weak to even beg for mercy.
He knew that this time it was truly over.
The trial, more terrifying than death, has only just begun.
Order gradually returned to the ward.
Tian Guofu is directing a search of the wards to ensure the chain of evidence is complete.
Qi Tongwei stood by the window, watching the downpour outside subside.
A warm, soft body pressed against me from behind.
Ye Cunxin wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against his wet back.
Even through the tactical vest, Qi Tongwei could still clearly feel the amazing elasticity and softness of her chest.
It was a touch that brought both peace of mind and a restless, distracting sensation.
"That was really cool."
Ye Cunxin breathed into his ear, her voice sweet and seductive.
"I saw you react when that old man peed his pants."
Qi Tongwei's body stiffened.
"Stop fooling around."
"Who's causing trouble?"
Ye Cunxin's hand slid down his abdominal muscles, her fingertips carrying an electric current.
"My clothes are soaked and stick to my body, it's uncomfortable."
She bit Qi Tongwei's earlobe, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear it.
"Secretary Sha is busy arresting people, so he probably doesn't have time to deal with us."
"There's an empty VIP room next door, reserved for family members to rest in..."
Ye Cunxin turned to face Qi Tongwei.
She looked up, her delicate face still flushed.
The collar of the police uniform was wide open, revealing large areas of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage.
She stood on tiptoe, her long, slender legs pressed tightly against Qi Tongwei's legs.
"Director Qi."
"The thing I didn't finish in the car earlier."
"Now...shouldn't we continue?"
Qi Tongwei looked into her eyes, which seemed to hide hooks.
He suddenly reached out, grabbed Ye Cunxin's slender waist, and pressed her hard against himself.
"Go next door."
Qi Tongwei's voice was terribly hoarse.
"Since Secretary Zhao didn't die, this welcome-back banquet really needs to be held in a different way."