Chapter 95: Say Thank You
Brother Jun took two cigarettes from Sha Jiu, sat on the sofa smoking while pondering Xin Ye’s words.
It was indeed necessary to look more outward.
He was still thinking about how to buy a house, but other people’s halls outside were already developing real estate projects themselves.
The Walled City was both their shelter and a cage.
Neither the police nor the law could enter the Walled City’s three acres of land, but they also couldn’t get out, firmly trapped here.
So it was necessary to cooperate with outside influences… just like Sha Jiu cooperating with Snake Aunt on investments.
Brother Jun felt that if he had the opportunity, he should ask Snake Aunt what cooperative investment opportunities there were.
While pondering, a text message came on his mobile phone.
Brother Jun opened his mobile phone and saw it was a message from an unknown telephone, with only an address on it, just a few kilometers from the Walled City.
“Senior Sister, I’m heading back.” Brother Jun stood up and said.
After going out, he called Curry and Li Wei, got in the sedan, and headed to the target location.
Upon arriving, it was an abandoned textile factory with a lot of colorful glass.
“Brother Jun, what are we doing here?” Curry asked while looking around.
“Come take a look.” Brother Jun didn’t answer, circled around, found a broken window and jumped in, then looked around left and right.
This textile factory was not small, divided into several roads.
Brother Jun walked around inside, his nose filled with pungent chemical smells.
Then he pulled open an iron gate, walked down narrow stairs, and after more than a dozen steps, ahead was a sunken narrow space with wooden planks and narrow edges allowing passage.
The entire space was 3 meters wide, 20 meters long, with a depth of 1 meter underfoot, accumulated with a layer of dirty sewage whose composition was unclear, but it emitted a pungent smell.
It looked like an indoor river.
In fact, this was a washing trough for dyeing cloth, or a dye vat.
Seeing this, Brother Jun knew this was the place he wanted.
There was another staircase opposite this washing trough, leading upward.
Brother Jun took a wooden stick to test the depth, walked along the edge, calculated the distance while doing so, then went up the opposite staircase to another workshop.
If walking from above, four doors needed to be passed between the two workshops.
Moreover, the buildings between were all thick concrete.
Clearly, this was a textile factory modified from other buildings later.
Back at the Walled City, Brother Jun took a piece of paper and scribbled on it, then called Ah Fei: “You go find a smelting factory, buy 42 iron pillars one and a half meters high, bowl-mouth thick, with a chassis at the bottom, each pillar with chassis at least 300 jin…”
“Don’t go personally, find a fellow Daoist or gambler in the Walled City to front it, have them deliver to this address…”
“Give him a change of clothes, instruct him well, don’t say what shouldn’t be said. Arrange two clean fresh faces to go with him, after delivery, handle the person.”
“Also make some metal iron plates, each with twenty or thirty nails, each plate 40 cm in size, nails 20 cm long… make 200 of them.”
Brother Jun handed the matters to Ah Fei to handle, then leaned back in the chair pondering.
The items were already arranged… next was how to lure Harris over.
This was also simple, create a case and that would suffice.
No need to leave clues, Harris would definitely find it.
So, what should be done to lure Harris over? Brother Jun’s first reaction was a gold shop, after all, he had wanted to do some social practice for a long time.
But after thinking, he gave up the idea.
His body shape was special, too easily recognizable. If he didn’t go personally, and let others handle it, he wouldn’t feel at ease.
In short, he still had too few usable men under him.
As Brother Jun’s gaze shifted, he saw a news item on the newspaper.
He pulled out the newspaper used to pad the table surface and read carefully.
“Edward Bloom, leader of the Student Fair Admissions Organization, believes that major universities nowadays discriminate against white students in the admissions process, leading to a continuous decline in white student enrollment ratios in recent years.”
“From 85% twenty years ago, down to 66% now.”
“Therefore, Edward Bloom is collecting evidence to sue East District 9 University, City University, and other prestigious universities…”
“Aren’t there still many foreigner students now?” Brother Jun sneered, pondering in his mind that this person was a suitable choice.
He had certain social influence, and recently was suing several prestigious universities, if kidnapped, it would cause some uproar but not too big.
Harris would definitely investigate, but wouldn’t be too vigilant…
For himself, it would also count as social practice.
Two days later, Brother Jun received a telephone from Ah Fei in the warehouse: “Brother Jun, I’ve asked around, it will take at least half a month, making these things is simple, at most five days, but grinding, applying anti-rust paint and such takes time.”
“Apply what anti-rust paint? Nothing is needed, just make the things and deliver, give them five days, must be done.”
“How much money?”
“45,000 bucks, without grinding and anti-rust paint, can be cheaper.”
“Money is no issue, tell them, must be done in five days!”
Six days later, Brother Jun received news, came to that abandoned factory, and saw the hall piled with a large number of iron pillars, with chassis welded at the bottom of the pillars.
Brother Jun stood one pillar upright, feeling it quite steady, and a person standing on it wouldn’t shake at all.
He then had Curry and Li Wei carry these things to the underground washing trough, personally positioned and placed the iron pillars below, then threw away all the wooden planks above.
After the chassis sank into the water, the iron pillars stood straight out of the water surface, each iron pillar spaced one meter apart.
42 iron pillars, that was 42 stakes.
Then he threw all the nail plates into the water, the sewage just covering the nails.
The nail plates were all covered with 20 cm long nails, falling in would turn one into a sieve.
Harris’s mutation was super speed, so just restrict his speed, and then coat these iron pillars with grease.
Brother Jun felt this space was fair for both of them.
Brother Jun stretched lazily, his heart filled with anticipation, after waiting so long, finally preparations were starting.
That Harris had caused him trouble twice.
Seeing him made him unhappy inside.
Most importantly, he was blocking his path.
Now finally solving him… this made him excited all over.
The only issue with this plan now was… how to separate Harris from his men, then take out his men too, to avoid news leaking.
Such matters absolutely could not have any leakage.
Several people flashed in Brother Jun’s mind, Snake Aunt, Li Yaozu… and Sha Jiu.
Brother Jun previously didn’t want Sha Jiu to know it was him who killed Ji Xiang… it might affect their relationship.
Sha Jiu was not only his senior sister, but also his guide, he didn’t want to put Sha Jiu in a difficult position.
But now Ji Xiang had climbed up to Xin Ye… Brother Jun naturally had no more scruples.
……
Harris had just entered the Federal Police Bureau when the minister called him over.
“There’s a kidnapping case in your jurisdiction, handle it, must bring the person back.”
“Oh? Which big rich man got kidnapped? Related to New Technique martial artists?” Harris asked casually.
“Not a big tycoon, but more troublesome, details here… the scene indeed has traces left by New Technique martial artists, the car door was torn off directly…” The minister threw a file in front of him.
Harris flipped through the file: “Edward Bloom, social activist… leader of the Student Fair Admissions Organization…”
“He’s recently collecting evidence to sue several universities, and backed by conservatives… disappearing at this time will be troublesome. Once news spreads, it will inevitably cause a stir.”
“So must bring the person back before news leaks.”
“Has his family received a ransom call?” Harris asked.
“Not yet…”
“Got it.” Harris nodded, took the file and left.
For him, this was a small case.
The only trouble was the person’s identity, the timing… and whether the person was still alive.
Back to his team, he called three people and went out to investigate.
After all, their team wasn’t just handling one case.
And with him there, three people were enough.
If not needing to check clues, he alone would suffice.
First went to the scene where Edward Bloom was taken.
“The kidnappers’ strength isn’t very strong, tore the car door twice to get it off, estimated strength around 1000 jin…”
“From on-site interviews, at the time of incident, there was a yellow sedan…”
Harris only took one day to track the sedan’s last disappearance approximate direction, by eight-something at night, tracked to the old industrial zone southeast of Guan Fu Field.
At ten at night, a gray sedan stopped near the textile factory.
“Ahead was originally a textile factory… the kidnappers likely hiding inside.”
“Let’s go take a look.” Harris pushed open the car door and got out, gaze toward the building ahead.
His three men also got out following.
The few people swaggered into the textile factory, not hiding their tracks much.
They were full of confidence in Harris, in themselves.
Harris’s super speed, anyone he targeted definitely couldn’t escape.
And they were elites of the Special Task Department, not only New Technique masters, with senses far sharper than ordinary people, and guns in hand.
“There are quite a few footprints and drag marks of heavy objects here…”
“The newest footprints are here… probably less than a day…”
“These messy footprints… likely the victim’s…”
The few didn’t turn on flashlights, borrowing the faint external light, could see the inside clearly.
“There are footprints this way too…”
A row of footprints led to the nearby door.
“Gene, go check that side…” Harris gestured.
Not long after splitting up, Harris followed the drag tracks on the ground to an iron gate.
The Huayan person agent under Harris drew his gun about to enter, when suddenly from another direction came the sound of steel colliding.
“Song Gui, go check.” Harris gave a look.
“Joe, stay here guarding, ready to support others anytime.” Harris instructed in a low voice.
“Got it.” The last person nodded.
Harris then went straight down the stairs.
He noticed the opponent wanted to separate his men, but he didn’t care at all.
This was the confidence from his powerful strength.
Just after going down the stairs, he saw ahead iron pillars standing on the water surface emitting pungent smell.
And on the innermost pillar, a person was standing.
A young man wearing suit pants and a dark blue shirt, feet standing on an iron pillar only bowl-mouth sized, looking closely one could see he was barefoot, gripping the pillar edge with just a few toes.
The young man in Turtle Back Crane Form, arms far longer than ordinary people.
At this time he spread his arms diagonally upward, eyes shockingly bright.
The young man’s face was full of excitement, corners of mouth almost to his ears, revealing a mouth of white teeth:
“Harris… look, even the grave I’ve prepared for you…”
“Say thank you!”
