Yan Zhengkuan almost rolled out of bed.
He sat up quickly, shook his head, rubbed his eyes and saw two uniformed guards standing in front of the bed, looking at him viciously.
Realising that they were the same two guards standing at the door, responsible for his safety, it was only then that he came fully awake to the fact that he was lying in a single room in the guardhouse on a hard-panelled bed, having an erotic dream.
“What do you want?” Yan Zhengkuan asked, puzzled.
“Someone wants to see you.” One of the guards said coldly.
“Who is it?” Yan Zhengkuan asked nervously.
“Sh*t, you’ll know when you go,” another guard glanced at Yan Zhengkuan and said impatiently, “You’re a real character, leaving the two of us standing outside in the middle of the night, and someone actually came to see you, causing us to follow you around… …”
It seemed that these two guys were very unhappy about the matter that the head of the guardhouse, Director Gao, had sent them to stand guard for Yan Zhengkuan and protect his safety.
But when had they ever thought of serving a criminal suspect like this?
At four in the morning, all was silent.
After handcuffing Yan Zhengkuan again, the two guards left the cell with his arms pinned left and right, and pa*sed down a long corridor.
The corridor was dimly lit and flanked by large and small rooms holding suspects, each of which was bursting at the seams.
It seems that business is booming here and people are thriving.
It was the time when people were sleeping and the corridor was relatively quiet.
The sound of their footsteps startled the sleeping suspects in the two rows of rooms, and everyone ran to the bars in the rooms to look at them.
Everyone knew that being brought in for interrogation at this time of day was no good.
Although they were not familiar with Yan Zhengkuan, with his big face and big running head, they felt that he was quite a big brother, and as they were all locked up here, they were all at the same end of the world, they felt some sympathy for him.
Someone took the lead and shouted, “Boss, don’t be afraid, rise up!”
“Boss, rise up!” The other suspects in the guardhouse followed suit, applauding at the same time.
For a while, the guardhouse thundered with applause.
Yan Zhengkuan, who had been the deputy director of the city’s Public Security Bureau and had dealt with the bosses of the underworld, understood the feelings of these suspects and was inspired by them, raising his handcuffed hands in salute towards them, as if a condemned prisoner was on his way to the execution ground, acting as if he would rather die than give in.
“Be honest!” When one of the guards saw how arrogant Yan Zhengkuan was, he shouted angrily and kicked him hard in the buttocks.
Yan Zhengkuan took a few cold steps forward and stumbled, almost falling to the ground, before he managed to keep his footing.
He turned back and glared at the two guards, yelling, “What are you doing? Do you want to use violence?”
Yan Zhengkuan knew that the guards were not like those thugs who could just beat people up, and if they did, they would be disciplined if a complaint was lodged against them, so he spoke to them rather hard.
“Cut the F**king crap and get out of here!” The other guard scolded Yan Zhengkuan and yelled to the suspects in the two rows of rooms who were waving flags for Yan Zhengkuan, “You guys be F**king honest, there’s nothing for you here, go to bed!”
Without waiting for everyone to quiet down, the two guards took Yan Zhengkuan’s arms left and right and dragged him to an interrogation room in the guardhouse, where he was handcuffed to a special interrogation chair.
A clang!
A door slammed.
One of the guards closed the door to the interrogation room and another guard stepped viciously in front of him.
An aura of death permeated the interrogation room.
“What …… are you doing?” Yan Zhengkuan noticed a strong murderous aura emanating from them and asked nervously, “Didn’t you guys say that someone wanted to see me? Where is the person?”
The guards let out a loud laugh and said, “The person who wants to see you is the King of Hell, he is in the Hall of Hell, and the two of us are the Black and White Irregulars who will take you on your way, haha ……”
“You …… who are you?” Yan Zhengkuan asked with a frightened look on his face.
“To tell you the truth, we are from the Black Dragon Gang,” the guard gave Yan Zhengkuan a fierce glare and sneered, “What you have done has upset Master Dragon so much that Master Dragon knows you are ready to reveal his true identity and has asked us brothers to give you a ride… …”
“Huh? Master Long wants to kill me? How did he ……” Yan Zhengkuan was shocked and all of a sudden his eyes glared like bronze hammers and his mouth opened wide.
“You still think Master Long will feed you well?” The guard said with a smile on his face, “You are a dying man, I might as well tell you the truth, what Master Long hates most is guys like you who betray their trust and betray their friends, letting you die so easily is considered cheap for you!”
“Cut the crap with him, do it!” Another guard pressed Yan Zhengkuan’s head onto the chair, then, sticking a syringe into Yan Zhengkuan’s jugular vein, injected all the air inside into Yan Zhengkuan’s body.
Yan Zhengkuan twitched a few times in the chair and then fainted.
This injection of air into a human vein is a convenient, hygienic and fast-acting method. If the eye of the needle is treated slightly, the forensic pathologist will normally not be able to examine any results at all.
The conclusion must be: the patient died of a sudden heart attack due to a myocardial infarction.
The guard in charge of administering the injection to Yan Zhengkuan probed his hand over Yan Zhengkuan’s nostrils and, seeing that he had broken off, said to his companion.
“This guy is probably too tired, we’d better let him go back to his room and rest!”
“Good,” said the other guard, looking at Yan Zhengkuan, “this guy has been busy all his life, it’s time to let him rest!”
After saying that, he unlocked the handcuffs on Yan Zhengkuan’s wrists.
The two men picked up Yan Zhengkuan’s body left and right, dragged him out of the interrogation room, and returned the body to the single room where he was being held.
When they returned to the room where Yan Zhengkuan was being held, the guards cut off the power switch to the entire guard room, creating the illusion of a power failure.
The two guards took advantage of the darkness to pa*s through the long corridor where the suspect was being held, carried Yan Zhengkuan’s body back to the room, put it on the bed and covered him with a towel quilt, making it look as if he was lying flat on his back asleep.
When everything was set up, one of the guards turned on the power switch and stood guard at the entrance of the room where Yan Zhengkuan was being held, as if nothing had happened.
At that moment, the mobile phone in one of the guards’ pockets rang.
“What’s the situation on your side?” After answering the call, an anxious voice of a man came from the phone.
“Boss, don’t worry, that guy has already seen the King of Hell.” The guard replied.
“Has your a*s been wiped clean?” The other man asked worriedly.
“Clean,” the guard said in a lowered voice as he looked around, “Don’t worry, Boss, we were careful when we worked and left no traces.”
“That’s good,” the man admonished, “nevertheless, you must be careful, these are sensitive times, don’t make any mistakes, if someone finds out and catches anything, I will be implicated and suffer along with you!”
“Boss, I understand!” The watchman said curtly.
“Good if you understand, I don’t need to teach you two what to do next, do I?!” The other party gave a warning and immediately hung up the phone.
