The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 815 The Pain of Infinity
"Xiangzi, your rough hands are for pulling a rickshaw. You can't handle this thing."

Detective Sun obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the situation at this time. He was sure that Xiangzi would not shoot, and even suspected that the revolver in the other party's hand was just a bluffing thing like his box gun.

Qi Meng knew that Detective Sun had made a great harvest tonight and probably had already robbed the entire street. Since he was so concerned about the rebels, he might as well turn him into a rebel.

"Then let's try it."

Qi Meng pulled the trigger.

The Magnum bullet passed through Detective Sun's crotch and hit the vital point accurately. Detective Sun wailed, covered his lower body, rolled on the ground several times, and then died in pain.

Qi Meng realized that because of his carelessness, he had added another eunuch to the world. Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

"The warlords are in chaos, the people are living in poverty, worse than the Qing Dynasty. I thought Lao Liu was the last eunuch, but I didn't expect it to be you, Platoon Leader Sun. Just bear with it, it will be fine soon."

All the cash in Detective Sun's pocket was taken out. Detective Sun curled up in pain and let Qi Meng do whatever he wanted.

Where did Zhu Youjian and Shen Lian go? Are they also in Beiping City?

Qi Meng wiped the blood off the ground with a rag. Seeing that Detective Sun had passed out from the pain, Qi Meng smiled, put away the money, filled the piggy bank, blew out the candle, and then opened the door. He looked around and saw that the street was deserted with few people. A thick layer of snow had fallen on the ground, enough to cover his ankles.

"Snow is the purest substance in the universe; it can drown all sins."

I can't remember in which book I saw this sentence, but it is very appropriate at this moment.

Just as he was about to push the door open, Detective Sun, who was lying in the corner, woke up.

"Xiangzi! How dare you plot against me? There are dozens of us lying in ambush outside. Grandson, your death is coming!"

Detective Sun was cursing non-stop when he saw Qi Meng start to rotate the revolver in his hand, and suddenly his gun went silent.

"Xiangzi, brother! What are you doing? We are brothers, so let's talk it out. I'll give you all the cash, small yellow croakers, and banknotes I have on me, just to save my life..."

Qi Meng chuckled, took two steps at a time, and jumped forward like a hungry wolf, punching Detective Sun on the chin. With a click, Detective Sun's jaw was dislocated, and his body went limp, hanging on the ground like a noodle, staring at the terrifying driver with horror in his eyes.

Qi Meng took out a cigarette, lit it, and stepped on Detective Sun's face, puffing away as he muttered:
"Platoon Leader Sun, oh Platoon Leader Sun, you said it would be great if you could just follow Marshal Zhang and fight in the war, but you insisted on being a patrolman. If you want to be a patrolman, just be a patrolman. Why do you resort to these crooked ways and bully me? I saved my money penny by penny through blood, sweat, wind and rain, and you still want to blackmail me? I drive every day, and the distance I drive is from Beijing to America. Do you know America? It's the United States, more than 10,000 miles away from here..."

"I need to borrow two things from you."

Detective Sun nodded repeatedly.

Qi Meng pointed to the piggy bank and said, "Give me all the cash."

He pointed at Detective Sun's head and said, "Give me this head."

Detective Sun shook his head repeatedly, trying to speak but unable to.

Qi Meng stopped talking nonsense, turned around, took out a stack of papers from the bottom of the box, and stuffed it into Detective Sun's arms.

Detective Sun's eyes were filled with fear. Qi Meng smiled and explained to him, "These were left behind by students of the Tangible Guards. I'm a rickshaw driver, right? I often run into that group of people on the street, and I picked up some slogans and slogans. I originally wanted to take them home to start a fire, but now it's just the right time to use them on you."

Qi Meng stared into Detective Sun's eyes and said word by word, "Don't you want to investigate the rebels? Today, I'll let you satisfy your urge to be a rebel."

After Qi Meng finished speaking, he pulled up Detective Sun, as if he was supporting a drunk customer, walked out of the small house, and stumbled to the stone lions outside the gate.

He patted the other person on the back and said loudly:

"Mr. Sun, drink less. What if you vomit in my car?"

Several passers-by seemed to smell a foul odor and quickly covered their noses and walked away. Seeing that there was no one around, Qi Meng dragged Detective Sun into the car, rubbed his hands, lifted the handlebars, and drove wildly in the city.

He was panting like a raging beast, the snow under his feet making a crackling sound, leaving a long trail of footprints on the street, which were soon covered by the falling snow.

As Qi Meng pulled the cart, he chatted with Detective Sun, who was nearly dead in the car behind him. Detective Sun had been shot and then severely punched by Qi Meng. He had been walking in the cold wind and was now nearly dead. He curled up on the cart seat, staring blankly at Xiangzi's legs, which were beating like clockwork. When the cart finally stopped, Detective Sun took a breath, struggled to his feet, and said to Qi Meng:
"Who did I offend? You are so... so cruel, sending me to be a rebel..."

Qi Meng put down the handlebars and looked around. There was no one around.

"Don't worry. With those radical newspapers and slogans on you, the officials will definitely regard you as a rebel. You will be treated as such and you won't be able to escape."

Qi Meng paused for a moment when he spoke. Detective Sun had already begun to cry. Qi Meng, with a sincere look on his face, comforted him:
"Brother, stop crying. This is probably just life. Accept your fate. Maybe you'll be reborn in America in your next life, and maybe your life will be better."

Detective Sun said with a hint of tears in his voice, "Who did I offend?"

"You didn't blame anyone; you just hit the nail on the head! People are born rich, and we are all from the bottom. There's nothing more to say!"

Qi Meng shook his head, as if filled with infinite emotion, and stepped forward to pat the other man on the shoulder: "Come on, brother, I've wronged you, so stop nagging! As I said just now, we had a friendship in Xishan before. Friendship means friendship, and friends can't hide things. Let me tell you the truth, I'm not trying to covet your money."

Detective Sun's pale face looked even paler.

Qi Meng said word by word, "I just want your head as a token of my loyalty, so that the soldiers guarding the city can see that I am a man of character."

Detective Sun fainted again.

At this time, Chongwenmen is right in front of us.

Qi Meng shouted to the officers and soldiers who were not protecting him: "We have caught a rebel, what should we do with him?"

Two soldiers carried the Hanyang-made rifle and trotted to Qi Meng.

"Rebels? What rebels? Where are they?"

"That's him. I just ran into him in the alley. He said he was coming to blow up Chongwenmen. I knocked him down with one punch and then brought him here..."

When the two soldiers heard that the rebels were going to blow up the military camp, they immediately became interested. However, seeing that the matter was quite serious, they did not dare to make a decision on their own and quickly turned around to ask their superiors.

At this time, more and more people gathered around. Qi Meng picked up Detective Sun who was sitting in the back of the car and threw him to the ground like a sandbag.

A young officer, surrounded by a group of soldiers, came before Qi Meng.

At this time, the people began to attack Detective Sun without saying a word. By the time Qi Meng reacted, Old Sun had been beaten to death on the spot.

After the soldiers dispersed the people, the young officer did not look at the corpse on the ground. Instead, he looked Qi Meng up and down carefully and suddenly said:

"Is he really a rebel?"

"Absolutely true." Qi Meng blurted out: "This is what we found on him. General, please take a look. There is also this."

Qi Meng took out a bundle of explosives from his arms.

A soldier whispered something in the officer's ear. The officer's face changed slightly and he asked, "What? Bombing the barracks? Who sent him? Was it Lao Zhang or Lao Wu?"

The soldier dared not speak.

"Master Jun, this is the slogan we found on him."

The young officer was stunned at first, then he took a few propaganda slogans with a little hesitation, turned them over and over in his hands, then nodded and said to Qi Meng:

"Well, you're a real rioter, well done! What's your name?"

Qi Meng suspected that the officer was illiterate because when he was reading the newspaper, he was always staring at the pictures of beauties in the cigarette advertisements and didn't read the words at all.

"My name is Qi Meng, but the guys at the dealership all call me Xiangzi."

(End of this chapter)