The company has become a mess, and if there is no backbone, there will be big problems.
Only then did the fierce man tell Chu Zihan the truth.
"Mr. Chu, it's not that Chen Mo doesn't want to come, he has gone in."
After carefully explaining the cause and effect of the matter, Chu Zihan frowned.
"Why didn't you say anything just now?"
"Miss Su attaches great importance to friendship. I'm afraid that Miss Su won't leave if I tell her."
Chu Zihan looked at the fierce man again.
"Thank you, I'll take care of it."
Then he left the flying port and went straight to Hex Headquarters.
After contacting the company's legal department, he learned that Chen Mo's case had been suppressed by a big shot.
Now it's just a 7-day security detention.
After Chu Zihan was amazed, he was also thinking about who would help a bounty hunter.
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According to Article 17 of the "Cote City Public Safety Law", Chen Mo damaged other people's property and caused adverse social impact, and was sentenced to seven days of public security detention.
Chen Mo knew that someone must have helped him in this result, so he did not apply for reconsideration, but signed the deposit and was admitted to the Cote No. 1 Detention Center that night.
Public security detention is different from sentencing. It is an administrative penalty. The detention centers are filled with minor cases of petty theft and fighting.
After being taken to the cell by the law enforcement officer, Chen Mo took stock of the situation in the cell.
The detention center is not a prison. There are no bunk beds, and everyone sleeps in large bunks.
A strong man with a nose ring sat cross-legged in the middle of the bunk, with people on both sides squeezing his shoulders and beating his back. He had a Hasselblad cigarette and a bottle of beer on hand. He must be the prison boss.
"What did the new guy do?" asked the younger brother next to the strong man.
"Smashed the AC building." Chen Mo looked at the man with the nose ring and said with a smile, "Here's a cigarette."
"What the fuck?! Are you so arrogant?" The younger brother stood up and prepared to give Chen Mo a beating.
"Are you Chen Mo?" The man with the nose ring smiled and kicked the boy next to him away: "Come up and talk."
Chen Mo nodded and went to the man with the nose ring.
"We owe Zheng Qi a favor. He asked me to take care of you." The man with the nose ring handed over a cigarette: "But I am not conceited enough to take care of the famous Night Owl."
"How do you know I am Ye Xiao?" Chen Mo asked helplessly as he took the cigarette.
It seemed that in just a few days everyone around the world knew his identity.
"It seems you don't need the Zhalang app. Now everyone in the city knows the story of you and Lao Zheng heroically saving people." The man with the nose ring handed over the lighter: "A self-media compiled the story of your saving people into a short novel.
In Zhalang, I watched over a million views.”
"..."
The cigarette was lit, and the nose ring made a deep sound.
"The old dog is dead."
"Um?"
Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.
He did not know that it was an old dog that died in the explosion that day.
An old friend he met a few days ago died so silently, which made Chen Mo feel a little uncomfortable.
"You have avenged Lao Gou. The person you killed that day was Lao Gou's murderer, so the 6K Party also owes you a favor." The man with the nose ring stretched out his hand: "Qian Wanzhong."
Chen Mo stretched out his hand and shook it.
The other party is a friend, not an enemy, so you can sleep peacefully.
It was late autumn, and the concrete floor was very cold. Fortunately, Qian Wanzhong had a way and asked the law enforcement officer to add a few more quilts. After spending the night like this, the next morning, the law enforcement officer brought six new prisoners.
Come, except for an old man with some eye problems, the others are all strong men, and they have obviously been arranged to come in.
The law enforcement officer closed the door and left. There was a deadly silence in the cell, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Qian Wanzhong looked at the visitor and smiled.
"Did Yin Changfeng send you here?"
"Pliers, it's so difficult for you to do something, why do you still need a few brothers to go away?"
"I owe this brother 6k."
"It doesn't matter whether your mother is merciful or not. After you get the money, you will naturally have to do things."
Looking at the six-pointed star on his face, Chen Mo knew that Qian Wanzhong should be with these people.
Chen Mo jumped off the pavement and said, "I am the person you are looking for."
"Nonsense, I've seen your photos, brothers... poof!" Before the leader could finish his words, Chen Mo kicked him in the stomach, and white porridge spurted out along his mouth and nostrils.
Breakfast was in vain.
Chen Mo's strikes were quick and dark, either punching hard to the liver or hitting the cheeks with a swing. In less than thirty seconds, all five of them were lying on the ground, unable to get up.
"You are worthy of being a night owl. I have learned so much." Qian Wanzhong sighed sincerely: "Yesterday Yin Changfeng sent me a letter asking me to become you. It happened that Lao Zheng asked me to take care of you, so I ignored those grandsons of AC... these brothers
He is also a member of the 6K Party. He is entrusted by others, so please show mercy to me."
"Easy to say."
Soon enough, a strong man who was knocked to the ground by the whip suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Chen Mo, holding a bright sharp knife in his hand!
"Be careful!" Qian Wanzhong wanted to push Chen Mo away.
Chen Mo had already noticed it, dodged the dagger, and kicked the old strong man on the back with great force.
The man was kicked so hard by Chen Mo that he lost his center of gravity and fell onto the pavement.
I don’t know how the dagger turned around, but the blade accidentally penetrated into my heart.
Blood spurted out instantly.
Everyone was shocked, except Chen Mo who saw the purple light flashing before the man fell and changed the trajectory of the dagger.
He glanced at the old man in the corner.
The iron door opened, and the law enforcement officers filed in and shouted sternly.
"Everyone squat down! Everyone squat down!"
A group of people in the prison squatted in the corner with their heads in their hands.
A law enforcement officer stepped forward and turned the strong man over on the bunk, felt for his carotid pulse, looked at the position of the dagger, and shook his head at the leader.
"Who did this!!!" the lead law enforcement officer drew out his law enforcement stick and looked cold.
"Report, he fell by himself." Qian Wanzhong stood up and said.
The law enforcement officer glared at him fiercely, looked around at everyone, and asked: "What's going on?"
Everyone hurriedly followed Qian Wanzhong.
The leading law enforcement officer noticed the old man in the corner. It seemed that he was an old man who didn't take sides.
"You come out, what's going on?"
The old man stood up tremblingly and pointed at the dying man on the bunk: "He committed suicide."
Most of the 6K gang members are fringe people. No one is pursuing them or testifying. Law enforcement officials are too lazy to care about the life and death of such rotten people.
After carrying away the body, the law enforcement officer left and closed the iron door with a clang.
The remaining few were stunned by Chen Mo. After Qian Wanzhong informed them that this was the Night Owl, they all expressed their ignorance and asked Chen Mo to forgive him.
A few people came in for trivial matters and left the next day. A few days later, it was time for Qian Wanzhong to graduate.
Before leaving, he left Chen Mo enough Hasselblad cigarettes for him to smoke.
I don't know if it was intentional or not, but no one came in after the people in the cell left. The day before Chen Mo was about to be released from prison, only he and the old man were left.
The law enforcement officer who was doing routine rounds of the ward left, and Chen Mo threw a cigarette to the old man.
The old man's eyes were cloudy, as if he had cataracts, but he firmly grasped the cigarette.
"I know you were the one who killed the person, and you didn't frame me for it. You just wanted to attract my attention." Chen Mo exhaled smoke: "What do you want from me?"
The old man was silent and said nothing.
Graduation day is only half a day away, and Chen Mo doesn't want to cause trouble.
The old man didn't say anything, so he didn't ask.
Early on the seventh day, the law enforcement officer came to pick up the man, and the old man and Chen Mo left the prison together.
After getting his things back, Chen Mo turned on his phone and found four or five fierce phone messages.
The general content is that he knew Chen Mo's current situation, happened to take another job, and was unable to take care of Zheng Qiuhong, so he sent Zheng Qiuhong back to Lao Bai to make him feel at ease.
Chen Mo felt relieved that the fierce man was doing things. He called Lao Bai to confirm that everything was fine. Chen Mo was going to visit Zheng Qi.
He and Zheng Qi only met once on a rainy night. Unexpectedly, this brother was quite loyal. He didn't know where he heard that he was in trouble and asked the 6K Party to take care of him.
Zheng Qi had just had his lung prosthetic replaced and was still recovering from the surgery and was not discharged from the hospital.
There are only two companies in Cote City that are qualified to perform prosthetic limb implantation.
Chen Mo was buying nutritional supplements on the street when he vaguely felt someone following him behind him.
Based on what he has done recently, it would not be a surprise for someone to assassinate Chen Mo, let alone being followed.
After casually taking a taxi and heading to the city center hospital, Chen Mo watched the person following him in the rearview mirror.
The person following Chen Mo was also a taxi driver. He was sitting in the back row with his hat on, so he couldn't see clearly.
Ignoring it anymore, Chen Mo put down the car seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind.
The City Central Hospital is in Shangcheng District, and there is a 300 bridge toll between the upper and lower cities.
300 doesn't sound like much, but for rentals, it's almost three days' income excluding charging fees - and it also requires a guarantee from the rental company's Class A ID card user.
Cross the Matsuura Bridge, pay the bridge toll, and officially enter Shangcheng District.
Thousands of skyscrapers point straight into the sky, the lanes are not strictly on the ground, and high bridges can be seen interspersed between the buildings.
Even during the day, the neon lights on the building did not go out.
The reinforced concrete world separates the colorful neon lights from the outside world, and the huge energy matrix covering the entire uptown protects residents from acid rain and other meteorological disasters.
At the intersection, groups of office workers lined up to cross the street, forming the cornerstone of the majestic upper city like ants.
People in the upper city are trapped by high housing prices and don't want to go to the lower city to suffer, so they are tired of running around, their eyes are dull and dull, and they are not as energetic as Goli.
Chen Mo yawned.
He doesn't like this.
After getting out of the car, Chen Mo carried the nutritional supplements into the underground sidewalk of the City Central Hospital.
He knew that the man was still following him.
Chen Mo simply stopped and waited quietly.
After a while, the man caught up with him.
He's actually an old man in prison.
Chen Mo smiled.
"You are quite interesting. You don't tell me anything when I ask you about it, and you follow me again when I come out."
"I didn't think about it inside."
"Um?"
"Alzheimer, also called Alzheimer's disease." The old man pointed to his head: "He has a bad memory."
"Do you remember now?"
The old man nodded: "Speak somewhere else."
"I have to visit my friends first."
When they went to the hospital, Chen Mo didn't see Zheng Qi.
After asking around, I learned that the medical expenses in Shangcheng were too expensive. After the rejection of the prosthetic body was over, Zheng Qi returned to Goli to continue treatment.
Helpless, Chen Mo followed the old man to find a dimly lit Western restaurant.
The old man ordered a two-minute medium-rare steak, specifically specifying that it should not be cooked, and also ordered a bunch of side dishes such as tuna salad.
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes.
"Are you from the home planet?"
"Yeah." The old man didn't deny it: "Old Rabbit's remnant."
"looking for me?"
The old man looked at Chen Mo.
"You are a very good bounty hunter."
Chen Mo remained silent, waiting for the old man's next words.
"I want to hire you." The old man showed off.
“Just place an order directly on Headhunting.com.”
"My commission is very special."
"My fees are expensive."
Chen Mo doesn't show off to the old man at all.
The old man thought for a moment and took out a metal snuff bottle from his pocket.
“What’s inside is 200g of high-purity yridium.”
"200 grams?" Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to open the snuff bottle.
The purple light is extremely dazzling.
The yradibium metal is divided into small particles. This kind of ydbium has a higher market price and better circulation than common high-purity ydbium.
What the old man said was true.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Mo pushed the snuff bottle back.
"This price is enough to hire a bounty team, why are you looking for me?"
"Only your mission completion rate is 100%, I can't believe 99%."
"Is the mission difficult?"
The old man unbuttoned his windbreaker and took out the photos one by one and handed them to Chen Mo.
In the photo, there is a middle-aged man with an upright face, a European and American girl with blond hair and blue eyes, and two children.
"This is my son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren."
The old man continued to hold the photo.
The photo at the back, with traces and fixed lines drawn on it, should have been taken by a law enforcement officer.
The European and American girl died tragically, and the two children fell in the blood with their eyes closed.
The middle-aged man's hair was shaved off and suspended in a petri dish, his life and death unknown.
"They are all dead."
Chen Mo put away the snuff bottle.
"What can I do for you?"
"Revenge." The old man's eyes were as calm as dead water.
Chen Mo has seen that look before.
That is the kind of determination that can only come from extreme grief and indignation.
"I have thirty kilograms of high-purity iridium stored in the vault of the Swiss bank on my home planet. It is yours to complete the revenge."
Chen Mo's jaw dropped.
What is the concept of thirty kilograms of yi?
Based on the excellent ore veins in Baishiling, it would take a full 180,000 tons of ore to extract 30 kilograms of high-purity ydium.
Baishiling's annual mining volume is only about 60 million tons.
In other words...the old man has three thousandths of the annual output of the mining area.
"Thirty kilograms? Are you sure you got it right?" Chen Mo was doubtful.
The old man nodded: "There is also 0.7% of the shares of Headhunting.com."
Chen Mo was numb.
Headhunting.com has a market value of hundreds of billions, and 0.7% is an astronomical figure.
Adding in thirty kilograms of yridium ore, the rough estimate is one billion.
"Who are you?"
"I was one of the first bounty hunters to join the Headhunting Network, but now I'm just a sad father."
"At this price, you can definitely find top-notch mercenaries." Chen Mo really couldn't understand why the old man came to him.
"If you can't complete the task, all I lose is the 200g deposit. If you can complete the task, the money will be the same to anyone." The old man said bluntly.
Chen Mo pondered for a moment.
"What do you call it?"
"Ding Shengde, just call me Old Dingtou."
"...Mr. Ding, I'm going to the bathroom."
"Please."
In the bathroom, Chen Mo poured two handfuls of cold water on his face.
Money is not the truth, but it is definitely one of the truths.
Chen Mo admitted that he was not a money-minded person, but the price quoted by the other party was too much for him to refuse.
If you get this money, you will be able to live wherever you go.
He can even pay a sufficient bail and take Lao Bai back to his home planet.
After adjusting his condition, Chen Mo wiped the water from his face, left the bathroom and sat back at the table.
"Mr. Ding, I can accept your commission and tell me who the murderer is."
Old Ding looked at Chen Mo with a blank expression.
