Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Through the hazy rain, Old Zhao squinted and peered ahead.

At the entrance of the Hongxing Factory, police lights were flashing, and several green jeeps completely blocked the gate.

The surrounding area was crowded with workers holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, and you could faintly hear shouts and curses coming from ahead.

Old Zhao was puzzled, and just then he saw the fitter, Song Laosan, squeezing out from the crowd with his sleeves rolled up, so he quickly honked his horn.

"Third brother! What's going on up ahead? The road's completely blocked, how am I supposed to get in?"

Song Laosan leaned close to the car window, wiped the rain off his face, and clicked his tongue in a low voice.

"Old Zhao, you just got back, you don't know, do you? There's been a major case! Sun Changgui is dead!"

Old Song swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "He was stabbed to death in the sewer in the old alley, his blood soaking through the mud! And now, Director Xu from the Municipal Public Security Bureau is leading a team to investigate and arrest him, suspecting it was Da Niu and his gang from the Security Section who did it. They're currently at gunpoint!"

"Of course it's true, you can tell from the scene up ahead, sigh..." Old Song sighed, his gaze inadvertently sweeping towards the passenger seat, his voice suddenly caught in his throat.

He saw clearly the blood-stained, deathly pale face.

"Huh? Wei Dong?"

Song Laosan's face changed instantly, looking even worse than if he had swallowed a dead fly.

To speak so animatedly about someone's father dying tragically in a sewage ditch in front of their own son is extremely taboo.

Old Song wanted to slap himself. His earlier enthusiasm for watching the excitement vanished instantly, and he began to stammer incoherently.

"Weidong, what...what are you doing here? Oh dear, I was just asking around, this...this isn't certain yet! In this pouring rain, how did you get this injury?"

Sun Weidong looked as if his bones had been drained, slumped in the seat that reeked of engine oil.

His chapped lips trembled violently, his eyes stared blankly at the windshield, and his voice drifted out like a wisp of smoke.

"My father...is dead?"

Looking at his old friend's son in such a miserable state, Old Zhao felt a pang of sorrow.

He quickly patted Sun Weidong on the shoulder, trying to smooth things over by echoing Song Laosan's words: "Weidong, don't panic! Look ahead, isn't Director Xu from the Municipal Public Security Bureau personally leading his men here? The Municipal Bureau will definitely stand up for your father and catch the murderer!"

Song Laosan nodded repeatedly outside the car window, chuckling as he echoed, "Right, right! The city police are all armed; they can't escape. Your father can't have died in vain."

Sun Weidong didn't speak, but stared intently at the large iron gate several hundred meters away.

Through the continuous spring rain, the situation ahead is changing.

Liang Tiejun, wearing a soaked military overcoat, stood in front of the security team, arguing fiercely with Xu Xiangdong.

Xu Xiangdong hid behind several tall police officers, his face gloomy, looking determined not to give an inch.

Just then, Zhang Dafa came running from the direction of the office building, panting heavily.

He grabbed Liang Tiejun's arm, whispered a few words, and then shook his head at Liang Tiejun with a ashen face.

Liang Tiejun's body visibly stiffened, and his hand gripping the gun fell limply to his side.

A muffled clang.

Through the heavy rain, Old Zhao could clearly see that the burly man named Da Niu threw his gun into the muddy puddle.

Da Niu stopped Er Ga Zi, who was red-eyed and ready to fight, and stepped forward, extending his hands to face the gun barrels of the Municipal Bureau.

A pair of gleaming handcuffs were tightly fastened to Da Niu's wrists.

Xu Xiangdong's face was still very ugly, as if he was not satisfied with only taking away Da Niu, but he still waved his hand and told his men to take Da Niu and walk towards the jeep.

Once the dust had settled, the workers who had been watching the spectacle began to whisper amongst themselves.

"Is that all?"

Old Zhao gripped the steering wheel and muttered something in puzzlement.

"Otherwise what?"

Old Song rubbed his frozen hands and tucked his neck into his collar. "No matter how arrogant Zhao Shanhe and his gang are, can they be as arrogant as the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Security Division? You can't fight city hall. Wei Dong, don't worry, Da Niu is definitely going to get shot when he goes in. Your father's revenge is done!"

Sun Weidong slumped in the broken passenger seat, his hands gripping the tattered cotton-padded coat on his knees tightly.

His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and he stared intently at the green jeep carrying the ox, his throat emitting a hoarse, slurred sound.

"That's murder... Zhao Shanhe and the others are all involved, so why are they only arresting him?"

Seeing his dazed state, Old Zhao couldn't bear it and softened his voice to comfort him.

"Wei Dong, listen to your uncle, the case needs to be investigated step by step."

Old Zhao patted Sun Weidong's shoulder heavily: "Now that Da Niu has been arrested, don't you know the police's interrogation methods? As long as they can get him to talk, none of Zhao Shanhe's gang will escape. Sooner or later, they'll all be caught and shot!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Song Laosan nodded repeatedly outside the car window, rubbing his hands vigorously in agreement: "Your uncle is right! A case personally investigated by Director Xu will definitely give your father justice!"

A deathly silence fell over the carriage.

The sound of rain outside and the comforting words of the two old workers turned into a buzzing noise in Sun Weidong's ears.

justice?

Sun Weidong gritted his teeth, and a strong, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

These two honest, simple-minded workers simply didn't understand.

Sun Weidong knew all too well how ruthless the security personnel at the Red Star Factory were.

Da Niu voluntarily threw away the steel pipe to get handcuffed, clearly indicating that he was going to take the blame for Zhao Shanhe!

Once at the police station, as long as Da Niu insists it's a personal grudge, Zhao Shanhe can easily bribe his way out of the situation, and the case will be closed immediately. The police won't even bother to follow the trail further, let alone arrest anyone else!

His father's life was saved by a scapegoat!

Seeing that Sun Weidong was keeping his head down and not saying a word, Lao Zhao assumed that he was overwhelmed with grief and had taken the words to heart.

He sighed, placed his hand on the car door handle, and prepared to push the door open and get out.

"Weidong, sit in the car and rest for a bit. I'll go down and check if the road is clear. If it is, we'll get to the hospital right away..."

Old Zhao hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a low, gurgling sound came from Sun Weidong's throat, like a wild beast cornered in a dead end, biting off the last half of the iron chain around its neck.

As soon as Lao Zhao stepped his left leg out of the driver's seat, he suddenly felt a sharp tightening on the back of his collar.

A monstrous, bull-like force suddenly attacked from behind.

Old Zhao, who weighs over 150 pounds, was actually pushed out of the driver's seat by Sun Weidong, who was seriously injured, and he crashed heavily into a muddy puddle with a "thud".

"Oh my god! Are you crazy?!"

Old Zhao was dazed and confused after the fall, his mouth full of muddy water. He was about to struggle to his feet and start cursing.

A loud "bang" was heard.

The driver's side door was slammed shut, followed by the crisp sound of the latch locking.

Old Zhao, sitting in the mud, looked up and, through the blurry car window, could see Sun Weidong in the driver's seat.

Those bloodshot eyes held only a deathly aura that seemed intent on dragging everyone down with it.

Sun Weidong gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, and slammed the accelerator to the floor.

"Buzz—"

The engine of the old Jiefang truck let out a mournful roar as it struggled under the strain, and a thick plume of black smoke suddenly shot out of the exhaust pipe.

The heavy tires spun wildly in the mud, kicking up half a meter of mud before finally gripping the ground firmly.

This steel behemoth, loaded with several tons of regenerated iron components, without even turning on its headlights, charged straight toward the group of city police officers and security personnel in the center of the gate, several hundred meters away, with an aura of utter destruction.