RPAGF Chapter 42 Trapped Beast in the Ruins
Chapter 42 Trapped Beast in the Ruins
Liu tore the white paper to shreds.
Shredded paper mixed with saliva splattered onto the lead layer of the safe.
He raised his head, his eyes fixed on Chen Yan's face.
"parking!"
Liu shouted at the driver's seat.
The jeep veered sideways at the edge of the seawall, its tires screeching violently against the gravel.
Lu Haiming's Audi slowed down ahead, its red brake lights glaringly bright in the night.
Chen Yan sat in the back row, his wrists resting on his knees.
"Director Liu, you've taken the wrong tape."
Chen Yan repeated this sentence.
Liu grabbed Chen Yan by the collar with tremendous force.
"Where's the tape? Which pit at the construction site is it hidden in?"
Chen Yan did not struggle, letting his collar be tightened.
"Those three tapes should be on the bus heading to Yanjing by now."
"Director Liu, what you just took away was just a piece of old film footage that the crew used to cover up dust."
Lu Haiming pushed open the car door and walked over, stepping on the black mud.
He wasn't wearing the suit jacket he'd been wearing earlier; his shirt was soaked and stuck to his chest.
Lu Haiming stood in front of the Jeep window, staring at Chen Yan through the glass.
"Director Chen, you have a brilliant mind."
Lu Haiming reached out and knocked on the car window.
"But Yanjing is too far away, and the sea in Tianjin is too close. You can't get out of this seawall."
Chen Yan smiled, but it was a cold, insincere smile.
"Mr. Lu, you didn't get your hands on those original account documents either."
"You can kill me, or you can have Director Liu bury me under the seawall."
"But as long as I don't return to Yanjing for twelve hours, the negatives and accounts will appear in the ministry's complaint mailbox."
Chen Yan adjusted his posture to avoid Liu Cong's fingers.
far away.
A streak of orange light suddenly shot up from the direction of Laochang Street.
Those are flares.
A series of noisy electrical sounds came from Liu Cong's walkie-talkie.
"Director Liu! Someone has broken into the construction site! It's Wang the comprador's men!"
"They got into a fight with those old workers!"
"The scene is too chaotic; we can't control it!"
Lu Haiming frowned, a knot forming between his brows.
He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Old Factory Street.
"Wang the comprador? I didn't let him go to the construction site."
Chen Yan's voice came from inside the car, flat and cold.
"President Lu, I'm not the only one who wants a piece of this lucrative Haiming Pictures business."
"Wang, the comprador, has worked for you for fifteen years. Now that you're in jail, how will he support himself in his old age?"
"He wants that trump card too."
Lu Haiming gritted his teeth and waved for his bodyguards to get into the car.
"Back to the construction site!"
The Audi's wheels kicked up mud and sand as it forcibly turned around on the seawall.
Two green jeeps followed closely behind.
Chen Yan leaned back in his chair, looking out the window at the receding withered trees.
He knew that the real battleground had only just begun.
at the same time.
Ruins of No. 107 Laochang Street.
The mud after the rain emitted a pungent, earthy smell.
Wang, the comprador, was carrying a short black stick, his feet planted on the collapsed wooden beams.
He was followed by more than thirty men in black raincoats, all carrying steel pipes and machetes.
"Hey, you surnamed Wu, get out of the way."
Wang, the comprador, pointed to the pit directly in front of him with a short stick.
"Those are Mr. Lu's things. Now that he's gone, these things are my responsibility to keep safe."
Wu Gang stood in the mud, holding a rusty crowbar horizontally.
His left leg disability made him stand somewhat crooked, but his back was as straight as an iron nail.
Twelve elderly workers surrounded him, clutching wrenches, trowels, and bricks.
"Lu Haiming's dog has no right to touch a single brick here."
Wu Gang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
His gaze pierced through the rain and mist, fixing on Wang the comprador's neck.
"Kill them."
Wang, the comprador, waved his hand.
The men in black raincoats howled as they rushed into the mud.
A steel pipe struck Wu Gang on the head.
Wu Gang turned to the side, and the crowbar slid into the gap in the steel pipe, precisely pressing against the other person's chest.
"Click."
The sound of bones cracking was masked by the splashing of mud and water.
The man in the black raincoat was sent flying backward and crashed into a broken stone pillar.
Su Wan stood at the door of the makeshift house, holding the rusty iron box in her hand.
She didn't hide inside.
She watched the struggle in the mud, her fingers clenching tightly.
One of the thugs bypassed Wu Gang and charged towards Su Wan.
Su Wan grabbed the iron shovel next to her and, without hesitation, slammed the blade into the other person's cheek.
"roll!"
Su Wan's voice was fierce, carrying a sense of suicidal intent.
The thug fell into the mud, his face covered in blood.
Wang, the comprador, stared at the iron box in Su Wan's hand, his eyes bloodshot.
"Give me the box! I'll let you go!"
He strode quickly across the broken beam, his short stick sweeping towards Wu Gang's knee.
Wu Gang snorted coldly, threw away the crowbar, and directly locked Wang the comprador's shoulders with both hands.
The two men's bodies collided and they rolled wildly in the mud.
"That's the Liang family's fate!"
Wu Gang let out a low roar.
He slammed his forehead hard into Wang the comprador's nose.
Blood burst open instantly.
Wang, the comprador, screamed in agony as the short stick in his hand fell to the ground.
Wu Gang gripped the other man's neck tightly, his fingers digging into his flesh.
"Twenty years ago, this leg of mine was broken inside. Today, you'll pay with your life!"
The old workers formed a wall of flesh.
Although they were old, their movements carried the ruthlessness of seasoned masters.
An old worker gripped a wrench and repeatedly struck the ankles of two thugs.
Another older worker put a rope around the other man's neck and pulled him backward with force.
The muddy water was stained dark red.
The array of lights above the ruins was still on, the white light making the faces of these people look like ghosts.
Just then.
Lu Haiming's Audi crashed into the construction site gate.
The front of the car crashed into a black scaffold, scattering steel pipes all over the ground.
Lu Haiming pushed open the car door, his face turning ashen as he looked at the mess on the ground.
"Wang, the comprador! What are you doing?"
Wang, the comprador, struggled out of the mud and wiped the blood from his face.
"Mr. Lu! I'm here to get the evidence for you! That Chen Yan is bluffing you!"
Lu Haiming didn't look at him.
He turned and stared at Chen Yan, who was standing not far away.
Chen Yan got out of the jeep.
Liu Cong followed closely behind him, the calipers in his hand now replaced by handcuffs.
"Lu Haiming, look at all these people on the ground. It's all the result of the sins you've committed over the years."
Chen Yan walked to Su Wan's side and took the iron box.
He slowly opened the box in front of Lu Haiming.
There were no gold bars inside, nor any accounts.
There were only a few yellowed photos and a stack of construction logs with names engraved on them.
Lu Haiming took two steps back and stepped into a mud pit that was ankle-deep.
He looked into the depths of the foundation, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.
Liang Qinian jumped out of the jeep on the other side.
He didn't look at Lu Haiming, nor did he look at Wang the comprador.
He jumped straight into the deep pit that had been smashed open by the bell.
After the rain, the groundwater no longer gushed out; only thin streams of mud trickled through the cracks in the rocks.
Liang Qinian knelt in the deep pit.
He picked at the hard rocks with his fingers.
My fingernail broke, and blood mixed with the mud.
"Little sister..."
Liang Qinian's voice was so hoarse that it was impossible to discern the tone.
The ruins were deathly silent.
The thugs stopped what they were doing.
The old workers stood to the side, still clutching their blood-stained tools.
Lu Haiming wanted to run away, but Wu Gang and his men blocked all escape routes.
Liu Cong stood there, his briefcase falling to the ground, revealing documents stamped with a red seal inside.
"Found it."
Liang Qinian's voice was very soft, like a wisp of smoke that might dissipate at any moment.
He slowly raised his hand from the mud.
There was something lying in my palm.
It was half a piece of red plastic, its edges smoothed by dirt.
That was a hair clip.
The most popular style at Tianjin Department Store twenty years ago.
Liang Qinian held up the hair clip, his body trembling violently.
He didn't cry out loud; only a sandpaper-like sound came from his throat.
He pressed the hairpin to his chest and curled up in the mud.
"Director Chen."
Liang Qinian looked up, tears mixed with muddy water flowing into his mouth.
"She's still here. She's been waiting for me to take her home."
Lu Haiming's body felt as if his bones had been removed.
He gripped the car door and began to gag violently.
Wang, the comprador, saw an opportunity and tried to run to the back door, but Zhang Yuan kicked him down in the rubble with a flying shovel.
Chen Yan walked to the edge of the foundation.
He looked at the red hair clip, and at Liang Qinian's aged back.
He reached out and pressed the record button that he had been holding in his pocket the whole time.
This is not a scene from a movie.
This is a judgment written on the foundation of a building in Tianjin.
Chen Yan looked at Liu Cong.
"Director Liu, are you still going to seal this evidence?"
Liu took two steps back, and the handcuffs in his hands fell into the mud.
He didn't say anything, turned around, and quickly ran to his jeep.
"Old Zhang, change the paper."
Chen Yan's voice was cold.
He looked at Su Wan.
Su Wan walked over and took his hand.
Her hands were cold, but they stopped shaking.
Chen Yan pointed at Lu Haiming.
"Take him over there and make him watch Lao Liang dig."
"For this last scene, I want Mr. Lu to play himself."
Wu Gang and two elderly workers walked over.
They each took one side of him and dragged Lu Haiming to the edge of the deep pit like a dead dog.
Lu Haiming stared at the red hair clip.
He tried to close his eyes, but Wu Gang held his jaw firmly in place.
"Mr. Lu, please look carefully."
Wu Gang whispered in his ear.
"This is the foundation of your Hemingway Art Center."
Freeze.