Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Chapter 1459: Is Three Hundred Thousand Yuan enough to buy your life?

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at him meaningfully.

The village chief stretched out three fingers impatiently and swore to the sky, "I didn't lie to you. You have already caught me with evidence. Why am I still hiding it? I'll give you the phone. You can check whatever you want."

He was afraid that Jiang Fan would not believe him, so he took the initiative to look up the last call record. Unfortunately, the phone he was using could only keep call records for the last six months, and all the records before that were gone.

He beat his chest in frustration, and even dragged his nephew behind him to vent his anger: "What kind of crappy thing did you buy for me? How come there is no call record?"

The nephew looked aggrieved. He never thought that he would be wrongly accused because of giving a gift to his uncle.

He gave his uncle an awkward look, thinking that with his uncle's current anger, he would probably kick even a passing dog.

I could only silently endure the nameless anger that my uncle transferred to me, and I was so angry that I wanted to stare a hole in the water cup in front of me.

Jiang Fan looked at him thoughtfully.

"They should still give you money on time, right? If they just gave you a lump sum, you would be reluctant to go to the hospital now."

This is still the thinking of the locals. They are not very well-informed. If they don't have a lasting source of income, they would rather live frugally every day than use up a large amount of savings just to sustain their lives.

The lives of untouchables are not even as valuable as the continuation of incense and offerings by their descendants.

Since the matter could no longer be concealed, the village chief simply revealed everything.

"Yes, but now I only get more than 20,000 yuan a month, which is not much." When talking about the amount, he curled his lips in dissatisfaction, as if he felt that he had suffered a great loss.

After all, having seen the value of this lucrative job, he really doesn't care about the current 20,000 or 20,000 yuan.

But even a small thing is still meat, and he won’t interfere with anything now. After all, he is “retired” and knows nothing about anything.

He was afraid of death, but not stupid. No matter how cautious those people were, they would be discovered sooner or later. He could still find some blatant excuses to get away.

It's a good thing to leave the lucrative jobs in the village to those people who are willing to risk their lives to make money, and keep yourself safe and sound.

The village chief is not stupid, but he is definitely not smart either. If everything really went as he planned, there would probably be no more palace intrigues in the world.

Seeing that Jiang Fan still had that thoughtful expression, the village chief lost his temper first.

He glanced back at the door, approached Jiang Fan with a guilty conscience and said, "Young man, I still have two hundred thousand in my hand. I'll give it all to you. Can you save my life?"

His nephew behind him suddenly widened his eyes and quickly pulled the village chief's clothes.

Jiang Fan's eyes seemed to light up, and he chuckled in shock.

The village chief thought this was Jiang Fan's signal to release him, and he was immediately overjoyed. He struggled to break free from his nephew's hand, which was almost white from exerting so much force.

With his old bones, he would normally wheeze after walking a few steps, but when faced with a life-and-death situation, he showed some strength beyond that of a young man.

"As long as you promise me, I will give you the 200,000 this afternoon." The village chief said mysteriously. "Then I have confessed so much to you, does it count as my reporting meritorious? Can I make amends for my crime? At my age, I should not be sentenced, right?"

The little nephew behind him seemed to realize that the last bit of hope had disappeared with the village chief's "bribery", so he gave up and sat down at the table dejectedly.

Jiang Fan smiled speechlessly and said, "Do you know who I am?" The village chief nodded and replied, "Of course I know. Aren't you a soldier? A special forces soldier! Special forces soldiers are quite amazing. I heard before that the lives of special forces soldiers are particularly hard, and the missions they carry out are quite dangerous. Some people even get injured and die during training. It's really not easy."

He said it was not easy, but Jiang Fan saw the self-righteousness in his eyes.

As a deserter, he naturally could not understand the loyalty of the soldiers and the power of their faith. Only he, a smart guy, was a complete fool.

Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "Soldiers naturally cannot tolerate any sand in their eyes. You bribed me in front of me. What do you think the nature of this matter is?"

The village chief listened to Jiang Fan's smiling attitude and did not take Jiang Fan's words seriously. In his narrow understanding, there is nothing that cannot be done, only the money that has not been given.

Previously, a village official was overwhelmed with a sense of justice and was extremely disgusted with their behavior. He even wanted to report them to the city.

But later on, wasn't he still made obedient by the real money?
In this world, as long as there is life, there is no one who does not worry about a few pieces of silver.

Even though his salary as a soldier was good, no one would complain about having too much money.

He felt that Jiang Fan probably thought that the 200,000 yuan he gave was too little, so he gritted his teeth and squeezed out another 100,000 yuan.

"Three hundred thousand, is that okay?" He looked at Jiang Fan pitifully and pleadingly, his heart aching so much that everything in his body shrank.

He felt heartbroken when he took the 100,000 yuan.

But this time Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair and looked at him lazily: "Is this enough?"

The village chief was immediately annoyed. He stood up and seemed to want to scold Jiang Fan for being ungrateful.

But when he thought about the fact that he was asking someone to do him a favor, his arrogance immediately died down, and he lowered his voice and said flatteringly: "Three hundred thousand is not a small amount, you can buy a pretty good car, this is at least your salary for more than two years, so you can just muddle through, right?"

Jiang Fan shook his head: "Not enough."

The village chief’s eyes were as wide as those of his peers, and his neck was like steel bars, supporting his skinny head stubbornly.

"Isn't this enough? In our village, these three hundred thousand can build two buildings." He stopped what he was about to say: Young people should not be too greedy.

But Jiang Fan pointed at his liver and said, "Do you know how much this organ costs if it is purchased separately?"

The village chief didn't dare to say a word. His neck, which had just become stiff, was instantly knocked back by Jiang Fan's words.

Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Fan said, "Three hundred thousand."

The village chief was like a fighter jet that had been given a shot of chicken blood again. He said angrily, "Isn't this the same as what I said?"

Jiang Fan's face turned cold instantly.

"Really?" His voice was cold and ruthless. "For your organ, a child was killed. Do you think three hundred thousand is enough to buy a life?"

The village chief suddenly felt a little breathless, as if there was a strange air in his chest, wandering among his organs, squeezing the thin air in his lungs from time to time.

He covered his chest, breathing heavily, and tremblingly took out the medicine from his coat. Fearing death, he swallowed the medicine in one gulp and didn't even remember to drink water.