Chapter 65 I believe it too

March 13th, Sunday, is the Dragon Head Festival, the second day of the second lunar month.

The sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear. I don’t know if it’s because of the festival, but today’s Xiangjiang is experiencing rare good weather.

But looking at the bright sun outside, Gandhi, who was wearing prison uniform, frowned.

His face was gloomy, and there was an evil look between his brows, which made people feel inexplicably depressed after looking at him.

"Didi!"

With the beeping sound of the electronic door, two policemen walked in from the corridor outside the prison.

One of them, Chen Changqing knew, was the middle-aged policeman who sent him out of prison. Next to him was a young apprentice in his twenties, who looked a bit handsome and had a sunny smile on his face. He looked at Gandhi who was still sitting in the cell.

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The middle-aged policeman took out his baton and knocked on the iron fence:

"Gandhi, come out, your lawyer is here to find you."

But Gandhi did not get up. He stared at the sun outside the window, his eyes flickering under his gloomy expression.

The eyes of the young apprentice next to him flashed with dissatisfaction. Although he had not been a prison guard for a long time, he understood that he was a policeman and Gandhi was a criminal, but this was the first time he had seen such an arrogant criminal.

Seeing that the young apprentice was about to have a seizure, the middle-aged policeman patted the young apprentice on the shoulder.

He shook his head and signaled the other person to calm down.

About a minute later, Gandhi looked away from the window. He stood up and patted his prison uniform.

He glanced at the cell door that was still closed and frowned:

"Why are you still standing there? Open the door!"

The young apprentice raised his brows and his eyes flashed with anger, but the middle-aged policeman opened the cell door first.

Standing up and walking out, Gandhi passed the middle-aged policeman.

And when he saw the eyes of his young apprentice glaring at him, Gandhi slapped him backhand without even thinking:

"Bang!" With a sound, the little policeman was slapped and staggered, and a red mark soon appeared on half of his face.

He subconsciously wanted to pull out the baton from his waist, but was stopped by a middle-aged policeman.

This made Gandhi couldn't help but flash a sneer in his eyes, and looked at the other person with contempt: "You don't have any eyesight at all, and you become a policeman at such a young age? Be careful that you will be as useless as him in your life."

After saying this, Gandhi walked out arrogantly.

That gesture seemed to say that he was the master of the prison, and the middle-aged policeman and the young apprentice were just two watchdogs.

Looking at Gandhi's leaving figure, the young apprentice covered his face and gritted his teeth, with anger and confusion in his eyes:

"Master, why did you stop me just now? He has been arrested."

The middle-aged policeman shook his head. Unlike young people who are not afraid of tigers when they are newborns, he has experienced the hardships and vicissitudes of life, and his eyes flashed with complexity:

"Yes, Gandhi was arrested, but that doesn't mean he is dead. Although you are not married, don't forget your family."

The young apprentice twisted his neck and subconsciously shouted:

"He dares!"

Looking at the stubborn little apprentice with a flash of stubbornness between his brows, the middle-aged policeman seemed to see himself in his youth.

This made him sigh:

"Why doesn't he dare? There is something in this world that looks like a human being, but at heart is worse than an animal."

The young apprentice was very angry, but didn’t the middle-aged policeman have any anger in his heart?

He did too, but the question is who was Gandhi?

A well-known corporate boss in Hong Kong, but unlike those big shots reported in newspapers, every piece of money in Gandhi's hands was stained with blood, and all his wealth accumulation was obtained by squeezing ordinary people.

Even worse, he made his money by selling addictive contraband.

To put it bluntly, people like Gandhi deserved to die. It was because of cancer like him in Xiangjiang that so many people in Xiangjiang had their families broken up and their wives separated, so they chose to end their lives.

As the middle-aged policeman said, some things look like humans, but have long since turned into beasts.

People have a bottom line and a conscience, but these beasts have no bottom line and no conscience.

When he was young, middle-aged police officers also went to the front line.

He has seen those who were forced to transport goods. They forced you to swallow packages as big as eggs. If you couldn't swallow them, you would be beaten. The beating would force you to swallow all the goods.

What's even more cruel is to stuff the goods directly into the back door.

The middle-aged policeman saw these people, and the back door was cracked, and he cried while stuffing it inside.

What's even worse is that they, the police, chop off your fingers, blind your eyes, smash your teeth, and torture you until you are no longer human.

The young apprentice is still young and does not understand the cruelty and dangers of society and how cruel the methods of these beasts are.

But the middle-aged policeman understood, so he wanted to pull the young apprentice because he didn't want there to be one less good person in Xiangjiang.

Listening to the middle-aged policeman's words, although the young apprentice didn't quite understand, his eyes flickered with reluctance:

"Is there really nothing you can do against these bastards?"

The middle-aged old policeman shook his head. Different from the vicissitudes of the previous years and hardships, his eyes were shining at this moment:

"There will be a way. It will be September 7th soon. When the ghost guys are gone, do you believe that Xiangjiang will definitely become peaceful?"

The young apprentice nodded. In fact, he didn't understand why he had to wait until September 7th, and he didn't understand why everything would get better after the ghost guy left. But he believed in the master, so he nodded heavily:

"Yes, I believe it!"

Seeing the young apprentice's half-understanding expression, the middle-aged policeman couldn't help but smile, and he rubbed the young apprentice's head.

Underneath the vicissitudes of life, eyes flickered:

"I believe it too."

And on the other side, Tsim Sha Tsui Labor Camp.

Although he was wearing prison uniform, looking at Gandhi's arrogant appearance, he felt that he was not a prisoner, but a self-respecting emperor.

Although the other police officers were angry, there was nothing they could do against Gandhi.

It's now 1994, and sitting above the police are those ghost guys.

With one soldier and a den of bears, the ghosts don't care about the life and death of the people in Xiangjiang. As long as the money is delivered, even if they kill the police in the street, these ghosts will turn a blind eye and pass by.

After all, they will leave in three years. This place will not belong to them anyway, so why should they care about the future development of Xiangjiang?

This is why the middle-aged policeman keeps saying that he has to wait until 1997.

Because Xiangjiang returned after 1997, the ghosts did not regard them as human beings, but the motherland always missed them, the wanderers who had left home.

Of course, as far as Hong Kong in 1994 is concerned?

Although Gandhi is acting arrogantly now, there is really nothing anyone can do against him.

Just like that, under the ugly expressions of the police, Gandhi walked into the interrogation room arrogantly.

However, the person sitting in the interrogation room was not a lawyer in a suit and leather collar, but a fat, muscular man with a fleshy face and a tattoo on his neck. The moment he saw Gandhi enter the door.

The social eldest brother quickly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over:

"Brother, smoke!"

Taking the cigarette, Gandhi took a long drag.

He has been in the cell for two days since he was caught.

Although he applied for a lawyer as soon as he arrived, these damn policemen delayed it until now.

As for the tattooed socialite in front of me?

He is really a lawyer, but he bought his lawyer's license.

But it was precisely because he had a lawyer's license that he was able to contact Gandhi at this time.

As a stream of green smoke spurted out from his nostrils, Gandhi flicked the ashes and spit into the camera:

"Aaron, how are the brothers?"

Although Gandhi was arrested and the police set up many obstacles, this did not mean that he would become deaf and blind.

Through the messages passed down by the prisoners, Gandhi was well aware of what was happening outside.

He knew that in addition to himself, the police had also arrested many of his subordinates this time.

As Gandhi asked, Aaron lit a cigarette for himself, with a look of helplessness on his face:

"It's okay. Although some of them were arrested, I have hired a lawyer for them."

Gandhi nodded, very satisfied with Aaron's approach:

"Well, I have given them all the money that should be paid. Tell them that when the matter is over, I, Gandhi, owe them a favor."

Aaron patted his chest, and after getting Gandhi's accurate answer, his eyes became a little more relaxed:

"I know, boss, I will take care of this matter."

Lawyer fees in Xiangjiang are very expensive. In addition, this is a big operation by the police. The same price cannot afford to hire a lawyer. It is conservatively estimated that the lawyer fees this time will be several million, and it may not be able to cover everyone.

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This is also what Aaron was worried about before.

But according to Gandhi?

Let alone millions, even if it is tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars, if he can really get through this, he will never be stingy with the money.

As long as things can be settled with money, they are no big deal in Gandhi's eyes.

He doesn't care how much money he spends now. What he is really afraid of is that the matter is so serious that money can no longer resolve it.

But as the boss, Gandhi would not tell these things to a young man like Aaron, and after a brief thought?

Gandhi took a deep breath, and his eyes became a little more serious:
Chapter completed!