In 2205 AD, the famous detective Yan Liang, who had just cracked the Snowman serial murder case that shocked the country, drove to an abandoned factory in the old industrial zone in western Liaoning.
The old Santana roared like a tearing engine, speeding along the bumpy road.
He stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and amid the smoke and dust, his red eyes stared straight ahead, with a faint expression of excitement, expectation, and some fear.
squeak--
The car made a sharp 90-degree turn and turned into a narrow alley.
Yan Liang is very familiar with every inch of the land here. He has been here many times in his dreams at midnight, wandering in panic and pain.
He stepped on the accelerator frantically, increasing the speed to the fastest speed.
On both sides of the lane are high walls of the factory area, and at the end of the lane is an abandoned warehouse.
He was about to hit the iron door of the warehouse, but Yan Liang had no intention of slowing down at all. He didn't even blink, he still stepped on the accelerator and crashed straight into it.
boom!
With a huge noise, the car hit the iron door and rushed into the warehouse.
In the warehouse, a group of young people with dyed red and green hair looked over in astonishment. Among them, a young man covered in blood was curled up in pain on the ground. His features and eyes were strikingly similar to Yan Liang's.
"Buzz buzz..."
The car showed no intention of stopping. It roared crazily and rushed towards this group of non-mainstream young people.
"Depend on!"
The group of young people immediately started to curse, dispersed, and fled in all directions.
squeak……
Finally, the car left a mark four to five meters long on the cement floor and parked sideways next to the only young man in the field.
In the young man's frightened eyes, Yan Liang jumped out of the car. He looked at the young man with red eyes, panting heavily, and wanted to step forward, but for some reason, he just froze in place.
"Dad?" After a long time, the young man reacted first and called Yan Liang, and tears fell instantly.
"Can you move?" Yan Liang's heart was full of emotions, and he had a thousand words to say, but they turned into three cold words on his lips.
"Yes." The young man cried.
Yan Liang looked at the boy for a while and said, "Get in the car."
He turned around, not daring to look at his son again, for fear that he would shed tears if he couldn't help it.
The group of non-mainstream youths were now armed with weapons such as machetes and steel pipes. They gathered in twos and threes and surrounded them. There were more than a dozen people in total.
"Hey, isn't this the famous King of Hell?" A red-haired man exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Come here, we all know each other. Captain Yan of the Criminal Police Brigade of the City Bureau, he is a bit discerning, and his name is Brother Yan."
While everyone was laughing, another Huang Mao said disdainfully: "King of Hell? Hell! Just a black dog!"
boom!
A wine bottle was smashed at Yan Liang's feet, shattering into pieces. The wine and broken glass inside splashed all over him.
Yan Liang's face was expressionless and motionless, just staring at the red-haired man in the front.
In the last time and space, my son was beaten to death by this group of social youths. In the end, it was this red-haired man who stabbed him with the most fatal knife, completely ruining his son's life.
Before Yan Liang could arrest him, Hongmao died of an overdose of Dupin three days later.
Hong Mao died happily alive, but his son died in despair and pain.
Yan Liang still clearly remembered that the moment he saw Hongmao's corpse, he was so filled with hatred that his teeth itched.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Hong Mao pointed at Yan Liang with the steel pipe in his hand, "I'll tell you clearly, you caught my eldest brother in here, I will make your son's life worse than death! Even if you catch me in, I will
There is also a group of good brothers, each of whom will have trouble with your son, can you catch them all?"
Hongmao laughed arrogantly: "But there's no need for it now. This is out of the blue. We'll just kill you and it'll be considered revenge for my eldest brother."
Yan Liang's fists clenched involuntarily. He saw the murderous intent and ferocity in Hong Mao's eyes, and knew that this man was not just talking.
As for the gangsters on the other side, some started to boo, while others were frightened and flinched. They soon began to argue, but Hong Mao took out a shotgun from his waist and immediately suppressed all the noise.
"Dad...go quickly!"
Yan Liang's son is a little scared. His father has told him since he was a child not to cause trouble and not to fight. But sometimes some people seem to have a halo of bad luck. Since elementary school, he has been having various entanglements with those bad boys, almost
It's a small amount of beating every three days, and a big beating every week, and it's always endless.
What he hates the most is that whenever he gets into a fight, no matter what the reason is or who is right or wrong, his father will punish him, either whipping him with a belt or taking him to the police station for a few days. He will never be spared.
Over time, whenever he encountered a fight, he stopped taking action.
In his opinion, he only gets beaten, not others, so his father won't blame him anymore, right?
Things were indeed as he expected, and in the days that followed, he was indeed not lectured by his father again, which made him very happy.
It was the same this time. Although he was afraid of being beaten to death, he still didn't fight back because he was so afraid of what his father said: "One slap can't make a difference."
Yan Liang looked back at his son, smiled, and said, "Sit down and calm down. In this fight today, dad will fight for you."
After a pause, Yan Liang suddenly touched his head and said, "If something happens to you in the future, do it if you can. As long as it's not your fault, I promise I won't blame you."
Yan Liang's eyes were a little red. He didn't know how many times he said these words in his dream.
The young man was stunned by these words.
At this moment, Hong Mao put the shotgun on Yan Liang's forehead and grinned: "Come on, King of Hell, call me."
Yan Liang turned around, his eyes getting colder.
"Are there any bullets in the gun?" he asked.
The red hair sneered.
boom!
He suddenly fired a shot into the air, then loaded the bullet again and put the gun against Yan Liang's forehead.
"Why do you think I'm scaring you?" Hong Mao looked crazy and ferocious, "Call me! Or I'll beat you to death!"
Yan Liang breathed out: "I feel relieved now..."
At a certain moment, he suddenly ducked down, and then punched Hong Mao firmly on the chin, causing Hong Mao to stagger.
Then he quickly pulled out his gun and fired a shot into the sky, shouting with a stern expression: "Warning!"
Hong Mao was stunned, but the punch did not make him lose his fighting power. When Yan Liang shouted loudly, he had a clever idea and almost subconsciously pointed the shotgun at Yan Liang.
boom!
The next moment, a gunshot rang out.
Hong Mao was shocked and froze in place.
Boom!
Three seconds later, he fell to the ground with a crash, and blood slowly spread in his chest.
Chaos ensued at the scene.
A week later, the supervisory agency determined that Yan Liang's law enforcement procedures were in compliance with the law and that he did not bear any legal responsibility. The Hongmao gang was wiped out due to various crimes such as organized crime, intentional injury, robbery, etc.
