RPAGF Chapter 434 Li Dongshun
Chapter 434 Li Dongshun
Gao Jianxiang's trembling fingers gripped Zhang Chen's collar, the fabric making a chilling, sticky sound as it was torn.
As the pale moonlight shone on the exposed chest, three dark gunshot wounds starkly tore through the decaying flesh—the edges ripped radially, the surrounding muscle tissue turned outwards, like three rotting carnivorous flowers forever frozen in the moment of their bloom.
The most fatal bullet hole pierced right through the heart, surrounded by dark brown blood clots that looked like dried asphalt stuck to the skin.
When Gao Jianxiang accidentally touched the wound.
The putrid gas seeped from the bullet holes, making a faint hissing sound, like the sigh of a dead soul.
The other two gunshot wounds were located below the collarbone and on the right side of the chest, respectively. Along the path of the bullet penetration, the muscle fibers showed a bizarre spiral tear.
By the moonlight, Gao Jianxiang could even see a faint reflection deep inside the bullet hole—the bullet embedded in the spine, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen amidst the decaying tissue.
Gao Jianxiang was stunned.
These three bloody holes were pitch black, and all of them hit vital points.
This can only mean one thing: Zhang Chen was already dead before the car crash.
"Fuck you!"
At this moment, Gao Jianxiang wished he could kill someone!
He became the one who took over the losses.
Back in the car.
Gao Jianxiang plugged the phone into the charging cable.
The screen lit up, and Gao Jianxiang found a missed call - Dong Shun.
Gao Jianxiang pressed the redial button, and the phone was answered after a few rings.
On the phone: Zhang Chen, where did you run off to, you bastard? Why aren't you answering my calls? And your phone is off! Where are you? I thought Chen Changmin had killed you. I knew it wouldn't be good when he contacted you that night. Hello? Hello? Hello? Damn it!
After I finished cursing, the other end hung up the phone.
Gao Jianxiang immediately called a policeman he knew: "Help me check a phone number: 01XXXXXXX".
Soon, the other party gave Gao Jianxiang the phone information: "The owner of the phone is named Li Dongshun, 38 years old this year, and has three prior convictions."
As Gao Jianxiang drove, he said, "Send me his information right away, and also, help me locate his phone."
On the phone: No, Brother Xiang, that's against the rules. We need official approval documents...
Before he could finish speaking, Gao Jianxiang interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense and send it over now. I'll take responsibility for all the consequences."
Liu Hao, drinking coffee beside the young policeman on the other end of the phone, asked, "How much will it cost this time?"
The clerk said, "It's Brother Xiang. He asked me to retrieve a file, which is against regulations."
Liu Hao asked, "What's wrong? Gao Jianxiang has been acting all mysterious lately."
The young officer picked up a document in a brown paper bag and said, "Brother Hao, this is the case file we got from the traffic police to close the case. See if your car is on it."
Liu Hao casually took it and glanced at it.
The first document in the file clearly lists Gao Jianxiang's name.
. . . . . .
Lin Xiaoye's home.
In the master bedroom.
Above the large bed in the master bedroom hangs a wedding photo of Gao Jianxiang and Lin Xiaoye.
Below the wedding photos, one is Lin Xiaoye, but the other is not Gao Jianxiang.
Jingle bell—jingle bell—
The phone rang.
The man reached for the phone: "Hello, what's up?"
Yang Zhen's voice came through the phone: "Brother Jian, Gao Jianxiang drove to Tsim Sha Tsui to see someone named Li Dongshun."
Li Jian said, "Don't report these things in real time. As long as he doesn't go home, you don't need to call me."
Yang Zhen replied, "Received, Brother Jian."
As soon as she hung up the phone, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her. "Who was it? Calling so late at night."
Li Jian said, "It doesn't matter, let's continue."
Lin Xiaoye said, "Bad guy..."
. . . . . .
Gao Jianxiang received the location and photos sent by the clerk.
He was walking down the street, holding his phone.
It was already past midnight, and there weren't many people on the streets, but the shops were bustling with people.
This is a convenience store, similar to KFC, and there are quite a few people sitting by the window eating.
Gao Jianxiang held his phone in one hand while looking at the people inside the store.
soon.
Gao Jianxiang's gaze suddenly fixed on the man—
The greasy brim of his baseball cap was pulled down very low, casting a shadow on his face, revealing only his bulging cheeks and greasy lips as he chewed.
The man had a centipede-like scar on the back of his hand as he held chopsticks, which writhed menacingly under the light as he picked up food.
"Knock knock".
Gao Jianxiang's knuckles tapped on the glass. The sound, which should have been insignificant in the noisy restaurant, was like a thunderclap, startling the man in the baseball cap.
The chopsticks fell to the table with a "clatter," and a grain of rice bounced off and stuck to his wrinkled collar. The man slowly raised his head like a rusty machine; first, dark stubble was revealed under the brim of his hat, then chapped lips, and finally—
The moment their gazes collided in mid-air, Gao Jianxiang's pupils suddenly contracted.
The other person's cloudy whites were bloodshot.
The moment the man saw Gao Jianxiang clearly, his Adam's apple bobbed violently.
One second, two seconds.
Li Dongshun took off running, his steps were so fast, it was as if he had been oiled.
"Stop, don't run!"
Gao Jianxiang also took off running, shouting as he ran, "I'm not here to arrest you."
Li Dongshun quickly turned and entered a dead end.
Gao Jianxiang reached out his hand and said, "I'm not here to arrest you. I want to talk to you for a bit."
Li Dongshun suddenly ripped off his baseball cap and slammed it to the ground. The brim bounced up with a "thud" on the concrete, sending up a few pebbles.
"Damn it!" he roared, spittle flying from between his teeth, and the veins on his neck bulging like earthworms.
He bent down and picked up a wooden stick as thick as his arm; the splinter at the broken end gleamed white under the streetlight.
The scar on his right eye was engorged with blood due to anger, turning a hideous purplish-red.
As he rushed toward Gao Jianxiang, his back teeth clenched so tightly that they made a scraping sound as the wooden stick dragged across the ground.
"You fucking want to die!"
The swung wooden stick drew a whistling arc in the air, and the strong wind it generated ruffled Gao Jianxiang's bangs.
During his charge, Li Dongshun kicked over a roadside aluminum can, which rolled away with a clatter.
He reeked of a strong mixture of alcohol and sweat, and pounced on me like a maddened beast.
Just as Li Dongshun rushed up to him, about to strike his head with a wooden stick, Gao Jianxiang drew his pistol from his waist.
Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, Li Dongshun deftly dropped the wooden stick: "Hey hey hey hey hey!"
Gao Jianxiang gestured for the other person to come closer with the muzzle of his gun: "Hey hey hey hey hey."
Twenty minutes later.
Gao Jianxiang and Li Dongshun climbed up a tall building.
Gao Jianxiang tied Li Dongshun to a wooden board and hung him upside down on the edge of the building.