Chapter 188: An Idiom: Too Horrible To Look At
Cao Weida rolled his eyes. “Enough, look at how cowardly you are. It’s not like we’re beating you. What are you afraid of?”
“Put him in a sack and throw him in the forest outside the city.”
People like human traffickers don’t even deserve a complete corpse after death!
Better to let nature digest him.
Just as he left the interrogation room, several patrolmen came running over quickly.
“Cao Ye, what happened? Why was there gunfire?”
“Dashan, it’s nothing. I just executed a criminal.” Cao Weida said it casually, and Zhao Dashan didn’t think there was any issue.
“That’s good. I thought something had happened.”
Cao Weida asked, “How many people has the police station arrested in total so far?”
“I haven’t tallied it, but excluding here, it should be over eighty people, and more are still being brought in one after another.”
Hearing Zhao Dashan’s answer, Cao Weida had a good idea. These patrolmen were truly dedicated.
Eighty people might not seem like many, but just from their operation, including the human traffickers, they caught more than thirty, nearly half of eighty. But things aren’t calculated that way.
They had scouted the situation in advance, then rounded up all those human traffickers, plus Jiang Haichao’s gang, to get that number.
The other patrolmen didn’t have that advantage, and with those scum who betrayed their own and colluded with black and white passing information, many would surely slip through the net.
Moreover, this number wasn’t final.
However, the longer it dragged on, the fewer people they’d catch. The final tally would probably be around a hundred.
A hundred local ruffians and scoundrels were nothing compared to the thugs and bullies in Ono’s outer fifth district.
And among those caught, there probably weren’t even two real big fish.
But it didn’t matter. This operation would greatly deter those restless guys.
Those black-hearted guys could be dealt with later when there was time.
“Dashan, I’ve got a task for you.”
Since he was the boss, he couldn’t play favorites.
He couldn’t be absolutely fair, but he couldn’t let Little Ear and the others eat meat while Zhao Dashan didn’t even get any soup, right?
If it went on like that, it would lead to disaffection.
So, he handed the ‘mediation’ with the navy over to Zhao Dashan.
Zhao Dashan was overjoyed and quickly said gratefully, “Rest assured, Cao Ye. I will handle it beautifully!”
He knew that Cao Weida had previously acted as the ‘middleman’ for Ono Shiota.
But back then, he wasn’t Cao Weida’s subordinate, so though he envied it, that was all he could do.
Now that he was Cao Weida’s subordinate, seeing Little Ear eat meat, he naturally wanted some soup too.
But if Cao Weida didn’t mention it, he didn’t dare bring it up.
He’d just taken office and given them a big shock by dealing with Qiu Ziming directly.
Only one of the three fires had been lit. Who knew if the other two would follow?
He didn’t want to be the second one burned.
But it was impossible not to envy. He always felt empty inside and could only comfort himself that Little Ear had followed Cao Ye for so long, while he had only just started.
Anyone would have favorites; it was human nature.
He’d even prepared himself for not getting any benefits for a long time.
But now, Cao Weida proactively handed him this lucrative errand, filling his sense of loss with instant joy.
“Do a good job.” Cao Weida put his arm around his shoulder as they walked forward. “From now on, we’re brothers in the same trench. I won’t let my brothers go hungry.”
“But let me say this upfront: I’ve given you the benefits, so you must obey my rules from now on. I don’t want my brothers to be traitors.”
Zhao Dashan was startled. “Rest assured, Cao Ye. With a leader as good as you, if anyone dares betray you, you won’t need to lift a finger—I’ll be the first to deal with him!”
Cao Weida patted his shoulder. He believed Zhao Dashan was smart and knew what to do and what not to do.
“Enough said. I don’t care about words, only actions. Go coordinate. Get the personnel list and everything ready. Ask Little Ear if you don’t know something; he won’t be stingy.”
With today’s KPI fully completed, Cao Weida was about to slip away after giving instructions when Xu Hancheng’s trusted aide San’er stopped him.
“Cao Ye, the bureau chief wants to see you.”
“Got it. Let’s go.”
What does the bureau chief want with me?
With doubts, Cao Weida followed San’er to the bureau chief’s office. Xu Hancheng hurriedly pulled him in, told San’er to guard the door and not let anyone in, then closed the door and pulled him to sit on the sofa.
“What’s wrong, Bureau Chief?” Cao Weida looked at him puzzled. What was with all the secrecy?
“Cao’er, I heard you set up a torture chamber in our police station, specifically for death by a thousand cuts?”
“Bureau Chief, your news is really well-informed!” Cao Weida grinned and gave a thumbs up. He hadn’t deliberately hidden this, so he wasn’t surprised Xu Hancheng knew and didn’t deny it.
“That’s right, I did set up a torture chamber. What’s up, Bureau Chief? Is there a problem?”
A problem?
Big problem!
Xu Hancheng said tearfully, “I don’t care about you setting up private interrogation, but using death by a thousand cuts—if the people find out, won’t our police station be seen as a demon den?”
“Little brother, death by a thousand cuts is too cruel. If outsiders find out, it will affect your reputation too. How about we discuss it and just execute them by firing squad instead?”
“Bureau Chief, I’m no good person, but I’m not ferociously cruel either. Those beasts really deserve it!” Cao Weida said indignantly. “You didn’t see how those damned human traffickers tortured the children!”
“Several of them will have lifelong disabilities! Those injuries are heartbreaking just to look at!”
“And that’s just what I saw. Who knows how many children they tortured to death that I didn’t see!”
“For such beasts, executing them by firing squad is way too lenient!”
“If you don’t believe me, I’ll take you to the hospital right now to see how miserable those children are and how cruelly those human traffickers treated them!”
“I believe after you see it, you’ll want to give them death by a thousand cuts too!”
Xu Hancheng quickly waved his hands. “No need, no need. How could brother not believe what you say?”
Actually, when he first learned of Cao Weida’s private death by a thousand cuts interrogation room, he immediately investigated and naturally knew about the children’s situation.
The investigator he sent only used one idiom: too horrific to look at!
“But little brother, no matter what, we can’t use torture like death by a thousand cuts in the police station.”
“How about this: set up an interrogation room outside. Take people out there and do whatever you want. That should be fine, right?”
Though he felt a bit sorry for those children, only a bit. They weren’t his kids, so what was it to him?
He was a smart man and had seen that the little devils were now at the end of their rope. He’d carefully maintained his reputation as neither good nor bad. If he failed at the last moment and faced reckoning after the victory against Japan, he’d cry to death.
“Alright, since you’ve said so, I naturally have to give you face.” Cao Weida nodded without thinking. It was just fear of implication—human nature.
“Oh, thanks so much, little brother. Come, have some tea.”
Leaving the bureau chief’s office, Cao Weida walked lightly toward the police station main gate, pondering where to choose the location.
Then, his mind inevitably recalled the abandoned factory where they captured those human traffickers.
That seemed like a good spot—remote, undisturbed, and not troublesome to transport corpses outside the city.
Just as he walked out the police station main gate, he saw someone in the distance subtly signaling him and pointing in a direction.
He walked in the indicated direction, which was a remote alley.
Soon after he entered, Zheng Chaoyang came over from the corner.
“Cao Weida, are you insane?! Privately using death by a thousand cuts?!” Zheng Chaoyang whispered angrily.
“Not even a day has passed, and it seems everyone knows?” Cao Weida touched his nose.
Zheng Chaoyang laughed in anger. “The screams from the interrogation room were nonstop. Do you think everyone else is deaf?”
“Don’t you know many patrolmen are privately calling you a ruthless demon who kills without blinking?”
He grabbed Cao Weida’s sleeve, exasperated. “Don’t you know the organization thinks very highly of you and even wanted you to join the party at one point? How could you do something so horrific?!”
“Or have you been around the little devils so long that you’ve learned their inhuman ways?!”
“Horrific? Inhuman?” Cao Weida remained calm, neither denying nor explaining immediately. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and offered one. “Want one?”
Zheng Chaoyang didn’t usually smoke, but he was irritated now, so he roughly took it, lit up, and took a deep drag.
“Cough cough cough~~”
“If you don’t know how to smoke, take it slow. Aren’t you afraid of choking to death?” Cao Weida patted him gleefully, then his tone turned cold, laced with chill:
“Speaking of horrific, who can compare to those damned beasts?”
“Do you know what kind of people they are? Or what they’ve done?!”
Recovering, Zheng Chaoyang frowned. Was there more to it?
“Then tell me.”
He wasn’t a street patrolman but a section member in the confidential section. Though he interacted with patrolmen daily, they weren’t in the same department.
As an infiltrator, the most important thing was infiltration and hiding—never let curiosity arise too much.
He’d only heard bits from patrolmen chatting and indirectly asked some details, knowing only that they were local ruffians and scoundrels.
He hadn’t dared ask for finer details. After all, most infiltration special agents were exposed due to small oversights, and excessive curiosity was one of them.
