Chapter 209: A Turtle Shell That’s Hard Even To Commit Suicide Against
“So much?”
Upon hearing this number, Cao Weida’s first reaction was not joy, but hatred.
Because most of this money was squeezed from those innocent women!
Every silver dollar was stained with fresh blood!
After asking him to keep one-tenth of the money and transport the rest all to Sesame Hutong,
he called Si Jicai and instructed: “Torture those heinous gang members one by one, and make sure to squeeze every bit of value out of them for me!”
Since they were so cruel to women, then repay it tenfold, a hundredfold on them!
“Don’t worry, Cao Ye, I will definitely entertain them well!”
He was Cao Weida’s subordinate, so he naturally knew how much Cao Weida hated these scum who bullied the elderly, children, and women, so he was not surprised at all by Cao Weida’s orders.
Moreover, he hated these people quite a bit too. It was just interrogation under torture; he would do it personally!
Cao Weida patted his shoulder. “After the interrogation, raid all their homes for me! One-tenth of all their family fortune is for you and your brothers below; whether it’s more or less depends on your ability.”
“Yes!”
Hearing there was money to be had, Si Jicai was exhilarated in spirit, but then hesitated: “Those without family are easy to handle, but what about those with wives and kids?”
“If we raid their homes, how are those people supposed to live?”
“Do you care if they live or die?” Cao Weida scolded coldly:
“Tell me, where did their families’ money for food, clothing, and daily use come from?! It was all squeezed from innocent women!”
“Not holding their families accountable is already my mercy!”
“Still thinking debts die with the person? Dream on!”
From ancient times to the present, there have always been punishments like exterminating the three clans, and in some cases, many people are indeed quite innocent, guilty of nothing but ending up with the death penalty.
But in many cases, this punishment is extremely reasonable.
Because those in the ‘three clans’ who are exterminated are often beneficiaries of the protection!
Why should you enjoy the benefits when things are good, but when crimes are committed, it’s none of your business?
Damn it!
Actually, in Cao Weida’s view, many ancient punishments seemed extremely inhumane at first glance, but they were actually very reasonable.
There’s a saying that goes well: the ancients were ancient, but not stupid!
They wouldn’t enact unreasonable laws that lasted for thousands of years!
And Cao Weida not making their families accountable, just scraping together all their money and leaving them to fend for themselves, was already extremely merciful!
After hearing this, Si Jicai thought about it and felt it made quite a bit of sense.
Besides, the boss had spoken, so as a younger brother, he could only follow orders.
“Yes! Cao Ye! I will resolutely complete the task!”
After sending Si Jicai away, Cao Weida flipped through the file and said coldly: “Looks like Liu Zhan’s artistic targets can increase quite a bit more.”
At that moment, the telephone rang.
“Hello, Outer Fifth District Police Station, Cao Weida.”
“Cao Sang, this is Meize Heiba.”
“Oh, it’s Officer Meize, what can I do for you?”
“Haha, I wouldn’t dare call it an order. We’ve already drawn up the deterrence sanction list order, and today we’re pulling two ‘bandits’ for execution by shooting, so I’m notifying you.”
“Oh, great, great, I’ll come right away. You must wait for me!”
After hanging up, Cao Weida immediately got up and rushed outside.
“Cao’er, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?”
“Going outside the city for something. The large-scale singles mixer is entrusted to you, Master Duo. I’m off.”
Duomen: “.”
This kid, rushing off like this with a face about to burst into smiles—couldn’t be going to Xiaguang Garden to have fun, could it?
This stinking kid, you get the enjoyment, and leave me to clean up your mess!
Cao Weida, leaving the police station, hurried to the navy station. By now, a military truck was parked outside the navy station, and Meize Heiba was standing by the truck.
“Sorry, Officer Meize, hope I’m not late?” Cao Weida ran over, slightly out of breath.
Meize Heiba smiled: “Not too late, but Cao Sang, you always take rickshaws—it’s really inconvenient. At least get a car; it’s only four or five thousand silver dollars, and you can afford it.”
Although Cao Weida didn’t hold shares in the supplies business deal and got no dividends, all the supplies went through his general store.
Pork passing through hands would leave some oil and water behind; Meize Heiba and the others understood this reason.
Plus, Cao Weida had more than this one business. Though no one knew exactly how much he earned, a sedan was something he could surely afford.
Cao Weida clasped his hands together pleading: “Please spare me, Officer Meize. I’m just a little patrol officer; how could I drive a small sedan? It’d be too flashy.”
“All my money went into buying a house and taking a concubine. The daily living expenses are already a big sum; I’m already strapped for cash—how could I afford a sedan?”
Facing Cao Weida’s sob story, Meize Heiba didn’t call him out, just pointed at him and laughed:
“You, you’re just too shrewd. I know you Chinese people like to conceal your strength, called conceal one’s wealth. Am I right?”
Cao Weida smiled awkwardly. “Officer Meize is truly insightful. Yes, there’s such a saying, but I’m not concealing my wealth; I’m purely poor.”
“I’ve been poor since I was little, gone mad poor and scared poor. Only having some money in hand for a rainy day makes me feel secure. Small sedans and such, I can’t afford to drive.”
“How can that be? If there’s nothing urgent, it’s fine, but if there’s something important, won’t it delay you?”
Meize Heiba thought for a moment and said: “Tell you what, the navy has a military sedan that’s about to be scrapped, needs three thousand silver dollars. Interested?”
“Really?!” Cao Weida’s eyes lit up as he said excitedly.
Meize Heiba nodded: “Of course, just a sedan.”
It was called a scrap car, but whether it was scrapped or not was just his word.
As long as he reported a scrapping quota, he could sell a favor and make a big profit. Why not?
“Then thank you so much! Interested, absolutely interested! I’ll buy it!” Cao Weida agreed excitedly.
Cars are generally divided into civilian cars and military sedans. Let’s not mention civilian cars for now; military sedans first.
Ordinary military sedans basically all have standard bulletproof functions.
Just this one feature far surpasses civilian cars.
Sedans of this period generally sold in China for 2700 to 4000 silver dollars.
Japanese Army military sedans are Type 70 sedans, not only powerful but also quite long at 4.75 meters.
And the starting price is a full 4000 US dollars!
The key is having a channel to buy one!
Meize Heiba pricing it at 3000 silver dollars for him was absolutely a huge bargain!
With three thousand silver dollars about to come in, Meize Heiba was immediately pleased. “Good, I’ll handle it for you later. Tomorrow bring the money, and you can drive the car away.”
“If there are issues later like repairs, maintenance, or gasoline shortages, just tell me. I’ll give you the best prices!”
“Wow, then thank you so much!” Buying a car solved all future vehicle problems; Cao Weida naturally wouldn’t refuse such a good deal.
“It’s getting late, Cao Sang. You all set off quickly.”
“Alright, Officer Meize, see you tomorrow!”
Having settled a ‘scrap disposal’ business deal, Cao Weida climbed onto the truck, which rumbled off toward outside the city.
In the truck bed, two ‘bandits’ bound hand and foot with mouths stuffed tight emitted desperate ‘woo woo’ sounds. Clearly, they knew the fate awaiting them.
Beside them, two little devils holding Type 38 rifles ignored it, only kicking them back unceremoniously if the two ‘chrysalis’ tried to shift to the edge of the truck bed.
Inside a woods outside the city.
The two ‘bandits’ knelt trembling on the ground, eyes filled with endless terror, awaiting the judgment of their fate.
Their hearts were filled with endless regret and resentment—regret for ever entering this line of work, resentment for not even being given a chance to turn over a new leaf.
Behind them, Cao Weida held his pistol, fiddling with it disdainfully.
This crappy gun was such a hassle even for suicide; who knew what bug got into the little devils’ brains to produce such a failed item.
He flicked off the safety, aimed at a condemned man’s head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Click~~
“.”
Looking at the jammed pistol and the two ‘bandits’ who flinched in fright, Cao Weida was speechless.
He knew pistols had a high jam rate, but he didn’t expect it to jam on the first shot.
He racked the bolt, rechambered a round, and pulled the trigger again.
Click~~
“.”
Damn, crappy gun!
Sure enough, its reputation for being a hassle even for suicide was well-deserved!
Two consecutive jams—even someone brave enough for suicide would lose the courage after this.
Disgusted, he set the gun aside. “Hey, brother, lend me your Type 38 rifle.”
Cao Weida pointed at the rifle in the little devil’s hands.
The little devil clearly didn’t understand Cao Weida’s words, but he got the gesture.
After hesitating, he handed over the gun.
If it were anyone else, he absolutely wouldn’t give it, but Cao Weida was different.
Hadn’t even Officer Meize been all smiles with him at the station gate?
The two condemned men on their knees had sweat pouring down their faces like it was free, their legs already gone soft and trembling nonstop, a puddle of liquid trickling down their trousers.
Their faces were full of remorse for all their past actions, but clearly, remorse now was too late.
Bang!
Bang!
Two gunshots, and the two condemned men crumpled to the ground with a thud, blood slowly oozing from the bullet holes.
The accompanying little devils first checked, confirmed the condemned men were dead, then took photos of the corpses with a camera.
This was proof of the execution by shooting, to be filed in the archives.
“Cao Sang, that’s done. We can go back.” The little devil who took the photos said amiably to Cao Weida.