Chapter 97: What Do You Call Professional?
“Cough cough!” Chen Wujun glanced around. The flames along the edge of the dye vat had almost reached another stairwell, and the entire space was filled with rolling black smoke.
The pungent smell of burning lubricating oil was almost suffocating.
He took two steps, kicked an iron post to Harris’s corpse with one foot, then in a few steps grabbed the corpse and walked, leaping onto the stairs with his body, and scurried out in a few steps.
Then he saw Sha Jiu standing not far away, one hand in her arms, the other holding a cigarette.
“Senior Sister!” Chen Wujun turned and kicked the iron gate behind him shut with one foot.
Ah Fei and Curry came over with snake skin bags. Chen Wujun threw the corpse into one.
Both of them were shocked to their cores.
Before tonight, neither of them knew what Chen Wujun was going to do.
Killing a Senior Group Leader of the Special Task Department was a big deal; the entire North Port would be turned upside down.
Moreover, Chen Wujun had actually beaten Harris to death in a one-on-one fight.
This was a new technique master with reinforced reconstruction over 80%, and his body had even mutated.
Even though Chen Wujun had set up the battlefield himself and taken advantage of the terrain, this result still shook them both.
“Next time something happens, don’t always keep it so secretive…” Sha Jiu glanced at him, her words carrying a bit of reproach.
“Also, your cleanup arrangements are still too crude… I’ll send someone to help you later.” With that, she turned and left.
“What about those few people?” Chen Wujun asked.
“Sister Sha Jiu handled them. The corpses are in the bag.” Ah Fei handed over a bag, which contained three guns and magazines.
Chen Wujun took out a gun, about 30 centimeters long and weighing around 1.5 kilograms.
The gun body was large and not light.
Chen Wujun held it and struck an aiming pose, playing with it fondly.
He’d only seen this thing on television before; it was his first time seeing the real thing. It was said to be able to penetrate steel plates.
So the shield he used earlier was three layers of 0.4-centimeter steel plates welded together.
Although he didn’t understand the principle… this multi-layered steel plate structure was sturdier than a single 1.2-centimeter thick one.
“Did it alert anyone outside?” Chen Wujun asked while playing with the handgun.
“Probably not. The gunshots were underground, and by the time they reached outside, the sound was already very faint,” Curry said.
“Go get two gas masks and a hook. Once it’s burned enough inside, fish out those iron posts and nail plates.” Chen Wujun instructed the two.
He had to clean this place up thoroughly, especially those iron posts, which could easily be linked to an old technique master setting up a battlefield.
As long as he cleaned it up without leaving anything too obvious, the Federal Police Bureau would have a hard time finding him.
Harris had been in the Special Task Department for so many years and had too many enemies.
And Chen Wujun had only had some verbal spat with him; it would be hard for others to think it was him.
“Brother Jun, how do we handle that guy?” Ah Fei looked toward the corner, where a foreigner in a suit was writhing and struggling on the ground.
Edward Bloom watched Chen Wujun approach step by step, struggling even harder, his eyes full of fear, mumbling “woo woo” sounds from his mouth.
Chen Wujun squatted in front of him, grinned, and showed him a smile: “I ask, you answer.”
Edward Bloom nodded repeatedly.
Chen Wujun pulled the thing out of his mouth, and Edward Bloom immediately begged for mercy: “Let me go, I didn’t offend you, I’ll definitely keep the secret, I don’t know anything…”
Slap!
Chen Wujun slapped him, and half of Edward Bloom’s face immediately swelled up.
“I saw on the newspaper that you’re suing the universities… why?”
“My patience is limited. Think it over before you speak.”
“I’m just promoting a ‘color-blind’ legal system where the government and law don’t consider skin color in any decisions… this is beneficial for you too…” Edward Bloom said in panic.
Slap!
“I said, think it over before you speak. What are your benefits, and where do they come from?” Chen Wujun didn’t believe his nonsense at all. He stood up and stepped on his ankle: “If I step down, you’ll be on crutches for life.”
Yan Chinese made up 26% of East District 9’s population, foreigners only 14%, and the rest were Hindustan people, Tuoyue People, and Da Ma people.
However, in actual university admissions, foreigners took 66%, Yan Chinese 28%, and the rest were the other ethnic groups.
Feeling the intense pain in his ankle, Edward Bloom finally spoke.
“As long as I win the lawsuit, I can gain huge political discourse power… and there are many conservative rich donors…”
“I’m actually just a product manager. My product is ‘abolish affirmative action.’ I find the pain point of ‘discriminated white and Yan Chinese students,’ design product features like ‘legal litigation strategy,’ then take the plan to find investors for funding…”
Chen Wujun’s eyes lit up as he listened; it was the first time he’d heard of something like this.
His mind was full of thoughts like ‘so it can be done this way.’
Could he find a product himself and then look for investors?
After interrogating him for a while, Edward Bloom explained the details while begging.
Finally, Chen Wujun felt he’d asked enough and kicked him in the temple; the man went still immediately.
“These people really are talents. Too bad I can’t keep him.” Chen Wujun looked down at Edward Bloom, feeling a bit regretful.
It would be great if he had some people like this under him.
From Edward Bloom’s mouth, Chen Wujun learned new concepts, opening his eyes to a new set of rules for playing the game, completely different from the naked survival of the fittest between the Walled City and gangs.
Of course, Chen Wujun still believed most in violence.
An hour later, a minivan pulled up, and several men wearing what looked like chemical plant hazmat suits carried things inside.
They first opened a box containing a large amount of hair fragments, bloodstains, and bloodied gauze, which they carefully sprinkled around the scene.
“What is this for?” Chen Wujun watched the scene with great interest and asked.
“The first group leader of the Special Task Department mutated with super vision. Humans can see 3 color spectra, but he could see 13… The bits of skin fragments, hair, even the static electricity on your shoe soles you left behind are crystal clear in his eyes.”
“Even the walls you’ve touched would form colorful patterns in his eyes.”
A man’s voice suddenly rang out.
Chen Wujun looked toward the direction of the voice and saw a Yan Chinese man wearing glasses. After pulling down his mask, he had the smile of a businessman.
“This is my business card. You can contact me next time if there’s something.” The man walked a few meters from Chen Wujun and handed him a business card with a smile.
It had no name, just a telephone number.
“Our reputation is guaranteed.”
“And we’re tight-lipped enough.”
Chen Wujun could sense that although the other knew new technique, his strength wasn’t high, around 40% reinforced reconstruction magnetic field.
“You can call us the cleaners.”
“How much to clean this up?”
“There are many traces here that can’t be completely hidden, so what we do is increase the difficulty of their investigation.”
“We’ve left over ten thousand DNA samples here. Finding the killer’s traces among them is like finding a needle in a haystack.”
“Besides that, we still need to handle below… it’s a large area…”
“So the fee will be relatively high… 600,000.”
Chen Wujun felt his eyes opened again; he felt like a country bumpkin.
Although he’d read some police news, police news wouldn’t mention these things.
He immediately called Ah Fei and Curry over, pointing at the cleaners: “Look at these people. This is what professional means. Learn from them!”
…
Until 4 a.m., Chen Wujun watched as, after the iron posts were removed, they poured large amounts of bleach, strong acid, strong alkali, paint, animal blood, and some rancid blood and flesh underground. Only then was the scene cleaned up.
Chen Wujun and the others finally got into a stolen car and left, arriving at another factory.
Watching the cleaners throw several corpses into strong acid, Chen Wujun then took his people away in a stolen car.
“Drive the car to a remote place and dispose of it.”
Although it was already 4 a.m., Chen Wujun was still full of energy.
From the preparations until just now fighting to the death with Harris underground, throughout the process he constantly strengthened his willpower, twisting all his thoughts into one force, aligning mind and intent, making his whole being penetrating.
‘Subduing the heart monkey: kill them and the heart monkey is subdued. The process of killing Harris similarly condensed willpower… subdued those stray thoughts…’
Chen Wujun’s understanding of this process grew deeper.
In this process, he constantly strengthened his willpower, twisting all his mind together.
Then in the instant of killing them, his thoughts became penetrating.
So killing Harris wasn’t the goal, but the process. Harris was just a tool, a whetstone. He used the idea of killing him through the combat process to constantly suppress all stray thoughts, allowing his willpower to penetrate.
“I feel completely penetrating now. Maybe I can break through to qi refining…”
Chen Wujun thought to himself.
Back home, he went to the rooftop, took off his shoes, and with a leap landed on the guard wall.
Looking at the darkness below, like a giant mouth ready to swallow him at any time.
He still remembered the first time he got on the guard wall, his legs had nearly gone soft.
But now looking down, his heart had no ripple at all.
“Although falling from this height would definitely kill me, the stronger the strength, the greater the courage…” Chen Wujun smiled, then assumed a charge stance and slowly performed a set of wolf fist along the rooftop edge.
After one set, he did another.
He only felt his heart becoming more and more penetrating, without the slightest stray thought.
Chen Wujun practiced fist on the guard wall, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, with astonishing momentum.
Until the sun came up.
Chen Wujun jumped down from the guard wall, his face unhappy: “Still just a bit short…”
He felt he was just a bit away from breaking through to qi refining.
“My mind still isn’t fully clear, but as long as I kill Ji Xiang next, it’ll be fine!”
