Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 475 One Day Ago (Part 2)

late at night.

Babu Town, located in the Nxjiang region, lies quietly in the embrace of night, fast asleep.

Two people appeared at the entrance of a side alley. One walked lightly and the other heavily, wandering around the street for a long time, making sure that there were almost no pedestrians on the street, and that taxis that occasionally passed by did not stop.

"Right here? This is the main street?" The rather handsome Erke leaned to one side and asked Black Hawk, who was standing next to him, anxiously.

"Shhh."

Black Hawk's blue eyes gleamed coldly in the night, exuding a chilling aura. He observed the street for a long time, noting that this was the only spot not covered by security cameras.

The two stood on the street without saying a word. One calmly smoked a cigarette, while the other looked nervous and kept glancing around.

Black Hawk glanced at Elke with disdain, his right hand in his pocket. He thought to himself that the other was a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and decided that he would only use him but not rely on him in the future.

If he hadn't been a newcomer and needed a local to help guide him and cover his tracks, he would have abandoned this disgusting fellow in the wilderness long ago.

On second thought, he felt pleased with himself for having thought of finding someone to share the thrill of killing, and felt that Elke, this tool, was still somewhat useful.

Black Hawk gave a somewhat morbid laugh.

A moment later, two beams of light shone from the street corner.

Black Hawk raised his left hand and waved it to flag down a passing taxi. He bent down and looked inside for a moment before signaling the taxi to drive away.

After the taxi left, Elke deliberately provoked, "What's wrong? Don't dare to make a move? Want me to help you pick a target?"

Black Hawk didn't bother to argue. While waiting for the next taxi to stop, he repeated the observation process, then forcefully pulled open the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

As soon as he settled in, he noticed a camera mounted directly at the top of the car window, pointing right at him.

Startled, Black Hawk pretended to have forgotten something at home, muttered a few curses, and got out of the car.

Elke, who had gotten on and off the bus, couldn't hold back any longer. Without waiting for the driver to drive away, he clutched his stomach with one hand and pointed at Black Hawk with the other, mocking, "Black Hawk, why don't we go home and eat some lamb? It was just slaughtered today, it's very fresh."

Black Hawk, his face grim, waited for the taxi to drive away before speaking: "Foolish guy, there were surveillance cameras in that car."

Elke shrugged, secretly relieved. "Black Hawk, I'm hungry. Let's go back and eat and drink. We can talk about tomorrow tomorrow!"

After saying that, Elke took a step and walked out.

Black Hawk stood behind and said coldly, "Wait a minute, a motorcycle is coming."

With a creak, a man riding a motorcycle was stopped by Black Hawk on the side of the road.

"Hello friend, what can I do for you? Do you need my help?" the driver greeted him warmly.

Elke remained silent.

The dim streetlights obscured Black Hawk's fierce face. Without a word, he approached the innocent driver, grabbed the back of the man's head with his left hand and forcefully pressed his face against his shoulder. With his right hand, he pulled out a knife and plunged it into the man's heart, then pulled it out and plunged it back in, then pulled it out again and plunged it back in.

As for what the driver was going to say next, nobody knows.

He died on the spot, still leaning on Black Hawk's shoulder.

Elke, who was standing behind, was first startled, then excited. He took a few steps closer and carefully examined the driver whose head was resting on Black Hawk's shoulder. He said admiringly, "Mr. Black Hawk, he's dead. You killed him like you crushed a lamb."

"He's held on."

Black Hawk withdrew his knife, casually wiping the blood off the blade with his sleeve, then raised his eyes and coldly asked, "Do you submit now?"

"Mr. Black Hawk, you've got guts, I admire you."

Black Hawk sheathed his knife, pleased with Elke's attitude. From now on, wherever Elke was, if he harbored even the slightest thought of disobedience, he would remember the cold-bloodedness and cruelty of tonight. Even better, Black Hawk believed Elke would exaggerate the methods and scenes of his killing the driver and spread the word.

He managed to impress the local old folks as soon as he arrived; that was exactly the effect he wanted.

"Hehehe." Black Hawk laughed smugly.

Next, the two men sandwiched the body between them, got on the deceased's motorcycle, and drove to a remote suburb.

Under Black Hawk's instructions, the lame Elke stumbled and dragged the body away to the desolate countryside far from the road.

Black Hawk followed behind, watching Elke handle the corpse, his brow furrowed the entire time. To be honest, he was extremely dissatisfied with this convict; the guy was not only simple-minded but also clumsy in his work.

"Hey, here you go. Let's play a game, practice our skills." Black Hawk pulled a tucked-in knife from his pocket and tossed it to Elke's feet.

Elke was covered in blood, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately bent down and picked up the knife that had been used to kill someone.

Black Hawk coldly commanded, "Hey, you can't be afraid of dead people, can you? Go, stab them in the heart a few times."

Elke was terrified, but ultimately complied under Black Hawk's mockery and intimidation.

He cursed and swore wildly as he recklessly stabbed with the knife. If the first few stabs were somewhat hesitant, the rest were a wanton outburst of anger.

Later, Elke found the game very exciting, and he began to imitate Black Hawk's killing motions, stabbing the male corpse from the heart down to the genitals, repeatedly thrusting in and out.

It was as if the stabbed corpse in front of him was one of the same prisoners who had ganged up on him in jail years ago.

Black Hawk, watching from behind, felt disgusted, thinking that this archer was utterly repulsive and a waste of such a handsome face.

"Alright, Elke, you can stop now."

“Yes, Mr. Blackhawk.” Elke only felt satisfied after Blackhawk called for a stop.

Black Hawk hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Elke, what kind of suffering have you endured in the past?"

Elke narrowed his eyes, his face contorted with rage: "Mr. Black Hawk, may I not answer your question?"

You've already answered my question. Black Hawk nodded with a stern face: "I respect your decision."

"Mr. Black Hawk, what's the next step?"

Black Hawk crossed his arms, stared at his subordinate who had become much more sensible after his training, and nodded, saying, "Go and drain the oil from the motorcycle, then burn it along with the rider."

Elke fiddled with it with great effort, and soon a flame ignited on the driver and the motorcycle, crackling and burning for a long time.

"Mr. Blackhawk, what did that person look like? I have no recollection of him at all." Elke clapped his hands to clean off the dust, looking at his masterpiece, his arrogance growing slightly. He felt that he was not much different from Blackhawk, who had killed someone with a single blow earlier.

Black Hawk took a deep breath, a greedy look on his face as he savored the "barbecue" smell that filled the air. He nodded with satisfaction: "I don't need to know what he looks like, and I'm not interested in such trivial matters. I just feel that since I've just arrived in Ke Shi, I need to kill someone to get rid of the bad luck on me."

Elke, who had been ravaging the corpses with ferocity, felt a chill run down his spine after hearing Black Hawk's calm reply.

How cruel and insane, even to the point of being bloodthirsty to regard killing a person as something trivial and as "getting rid of bad luck"?
Elke shrank back, a look of panic flashing in his eyes.

“Mr. Black Hawk, what should we do next? What can I do for you?” Elke’s fear of Black Hawk returned.

Black Hawk instinctively placed his hand on the bag full of cash, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice: "I need two lists. One is for our own people, and the other is for the people we need to kill."

He paused, chuckled for a moment, and said with a ferocious expression, "My dear Elke, this isn't a trip to ward off bad luck. You need to prepare these two lists carefully; I need the bravest soldiers and the deadliest targets."

Finally, Elke's lips trembled a few times as he said, "Mr. Black Hawk, you will receive them all tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)